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sᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛᴊᴜʟɪᴇᴛ♔

08/13/2022 12:37 PM 

More Than Enough.

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Anybody else I'd be gone by now Does it really matter? All that really matters Second I'm with you, all my love pour out Serve it on a platter, all that really matters All that really matters is You keep showing up Promise I'll remind you that you Are more than enoughI get lost inside all the stars in your eyes It's a galaxy (galaxy) You control the tide like the moon in the sky You're the gravity "You got a way with words" After both of them had sat in silent sobs for a few minutes, Betty suddenly broke the quiet with the statement, "They assume it was a one-time incident. According to the doctor, it was simply stress."Jughead seems pained. "That's great, and I have a favor to ask of you: please look into a double murder-suicide. That ought to be of some assistance in lowering stress levels."Betty can't help but wear a smile on her face. "Weirdly, investigating something crazy with you is the least stressful, most normal thing I can think of," she said. It's part of their everyday life, despite how weird it may seem to outsiders. When Betty and Jughead are together working on some absurd project, she is able to relax the greatest, and her brain is at its most tranquil. "It brings me back to when we were just starting our relationship; do you remember that?"Her senses are assaulted by the recollection of it all, and she can tell by the way that Jughead's demeanor has changed that it is having the same effect on him. It seems like a long time, and only a few years ago, they were working at the Blue and Gold office for the first time, sneaking about the Blossom home and skipping school to find Polly.She feels so blessed to have had Jughead at her side throughout it all."I remember. And because of that... I'm having trouble understanding why you wouldn't tell me anything like this, Betts. Take a look at all that we've had to overcome. Take a look at the hell we put one other through the last year by withholding important information that may have saved one another's life. I thought we had moved on from this."The ache in her chest becomes more severe, and the sickness caused by her guilt twists in her stomach. Still, her own hands were clenched into fists, and they were cupped in his.She swiftly follows up with "I'm not," while at the same time flattening her hands with his own. "Please don't take what I'm about to say the wrong way. I'm simply trying to understand."She is as well.Betty is forced to concede that the situation is humiliating. "Throughout the whole summer, everyone kept watching me as if I were a ticking time bomb as if I was going to come apart in pieces. I could not stand it. At this point, I am the only member of my family who can be considered rational. I have to hold it together because I don't want to be the wreck that everyone anticipates that I will be. And it was I who had the seizure... I suppose it was my fault for not being able to keep it together."Jughead takes a deep breath and then grasps her hands again. "Betty, it's all right if you can't keep it together." That's—he takes a moment to clear his throat—"why that's I'm able to be here, all right? I'm here to help you if you're having trouble keeping it together. Or you might just let me be there. Or anything at all, for that matter.""I can't stop thinking about you waiting in the hospital for me to wake up in the spring," Jughead tells Betty. His words are choked with feeling, anguish mingled with the self-loathing that Betty has come to know as his signature trait. "I can't believe I subjected you to that," he said. " I wasn't even there when it happened, but just thinking about you being in the hospital is too much for me. I feel I deserved something much worse to compensate for what I did to you."Betty needs to give him a teasing look and tell him that he's being ridiculous. She simply can't bring herself to confront him about it since he has such a glum expression on his face. She begins to respond, "Next time," but Jughead stops her mid-sentence and glances intently at her. She rephrases her statement by saying, "I will contact you straight away if there is a next time." You take away the hurt,

𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜

08/13/2022 12:21 PM 

The Daring Adventure

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all “You do not deserve them.  No matter how much you look like your Mother, you will always be your Father’s daughter.  Cursed.  Evil.  Nothing more than a demon with a lust for murder and death that you will never be able to control.”     “Embrace what you are.  Embrace that you are a Lilium, a Mother of All, a demon of unimaginable strength, but a demon all the same.  No angel nor nephilim would ever have been chosen for the Gift of the Mark.  Nor would you be destined to someday be the one with the Power of the Darkness.”   “You are an Heir to a Prince of Hell, your Grandfather’s proclamation, not mine.  Until that time?  You are my daughter, the daughter of the Knight’s Commander.  You have my Mark.  You have my bloodlust.  You have the capability for Death and God alike to fear you if you simply learn from me and do as I say.  And what I say is you keep those things hidden away or I will clip them myself.”   “Your nature can not even decide what you are.  If you were meant for the light like my brother?  They would have been black like his.  If you were meant for to take my place beside Father, they would have been white.  But no, they are gray.  Which means they are leaving it to you to decide.  You are not meant for Heaven.  You are destined for Hell.  So choose neither and just accept the fate and titles I have given you.  Forget you have them.  Those wings will cause you nothing but pain, a reminder you will never be good enough no matter what you do.”   Maddie was sitting in the edge of the bed as he walked over to her.  Wrapping her arms around his waist, she looked up at Dean, her small and simple smile matching his own    “I am not beautiful. You are. You are the beautiful one.”  Dean rolled his eyes at her words and groaned, shaking his head at his wife. “That’s a lie and you know it”  She crawled up on her knees, wrapping her arms over his shoulders and pulling him in to a deep and loving kiss, not taking no for an answer.  “I don’t lie. You are my beauty. I am the beast.”  Returning her passionate kiss before pulling away and glaring at her, Dean’s tone changed to a more serious, almost demanding one. “That is the opposite of the truth. Let your wings out.”  Her eyes were closed from the amazing kiss, but when he spoke in a rather kingly tone, like the one he used on his subjects in Hell, her eyes shot open. She rarely let her wings out by choice. She often did her best to restrain her temper so they did not unfurl by accident either.  “My …. My wings?  Here?  In the house?  What … what if I … what if break something?  Or scare Sunny?”  She was stalling, trying to find a reason desperately not to show the things she had been taught to be ashamed of.  Dean's jaw clinched, his glare only intensifying. “Did I stutter? Let them out. Now.”  Maddie blushed hearing his tone and nervously pulled her shirt off as to not tear it. She wrapped her arms around herself timidly and closed her eyes, dropping her head as dark gray wings unfurled from her back, popping in the air loudly.  He took far more pride in seeing them than she did.  Yes, she had shown them to him before Sunny was born, using them to often calm the growing seed.  But even with all his praise of how beautiful and what a gift they were, she could still hear the echos of her Father and Grandparents rattling around in her head.  A wide smile spread across Dean’s face, two fingers moving underneath her chin lifting her head forcing her to make eye contact with him. “You are beautiful.” Dean's smile only widened seeing the lights flicker, Sunny shrieking excitedly from her crib in the other room, feeling the surge in power that her Mother’s wings projected. Pulling away he quickly went to Sunny’s room getting her from her crib, Velma trailing behind as he made his way back into the bedroom. Sunny’s eyes instantly lighting up, the lights flickering again as she shrieked happily clapping her hands. “Mommy is beautiful, isn't she?” Softly he kissed the side of Sunny’s head moving closer to Madeleine. His fingers softly ghosting in her feathers.  Feeling his fingers lift her chin, she opened her eyes and looked at him. She kept staring at his Earthen hues because in his eyes, she always felt beautiful even like this. But hearing Sunny shrieking in the other room made her suddenly a little nervous. When Dean moved a way to go get their daughter, she tried to catch his arm and pull him back but the attempt was futile. She’s knelt there on the bed chewing her thumb nail nervously until he returned with their baby girl. The lights flickering at her happiness and her clapping made Maddie smile a little. Reaching her arms out for their daughter, Maddie calmed as she embraced their daughter and closed her eyes to the feel of Dean’s fingers lightly against her feathers. “I think you are both biased."  Standing there, he watched the look of awe on Sunny’s face her little hand reaching over playing gently with the feathers. Hearing Madeleine’s words, Dean shook his head laughing. "That's what you fail you realize, we aren't biased. We see the truth, you have been beat down so much you can't see it anymore. But we do, and I want you to start letting your wings out every day. For.. half an hour a day to start and then an hour.. two hours.. until you don't even notice they are out anymore." Madeleine was still coming to terms with her now daily routine of letting her wings feel the warm summer breeze rustling her feathers.  Or any breeze for that matter really.  For 6,000 years, she had been made to feel like Quasimodo, a deform thing kept to the Dark Tower no meaning to be seen by the world.  Her family each a Claude Frollo in her ear, preaching of how the world was not meant for her and would show little pity.  But she had to do this.  Not only because Dean had asked her to, but for the mission that the two of them were facing at the stake of protecting their children and their family.  She would need to be more nephilim than demon now.  She found the rising sun the easiest hour to do this, that point between the darkness and the light, the irony of the analogy not missed by her.  She walked slowly, barefoot and still half asleep, into their front yard.  The view of the horizon was clearest here, the cornfields unrestricted by the trees or the creek like those in the backyard, one could see for miles.  She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and steadying her nerves.  This was never easy for her, but for him and their daughter, for the two lives growing inside of her now, she had too.  She knew after this many days that Dean and Sunny would likely be watching her from the window upstairs, and oddly?  That brought her a little sense of peace.    Standing there, wings spread wide, she just allowed the morning sun to paint the horizon with the stunning colors of a new dawn, a new day, a new era.  For once what they did what must be done, this would be exactly what the truth of what waits for humanity after life would be facing … a New Eternal Order.

SweetAngels(MCRP)

08/13/2022 11:28 PM 

Eddie Munson

  Full Name:Eddie MunsonNickname:Ed,EddAge: 19Sexuality:BisexualLover: NOONESiblings:NoneParentsNoneJob:Leader of the Hellfire ClubHobbies: NoneDislikes: Bullies

SweetAngels(MCRP)

08/13/2022 11:27 PM 

Steve Harrington

Full Name:Steve HarringtonNickname:King steve,Dingud,Ninja,Big boyAge: 18Sexuality:GayLover: NOONESiblings:NoneParentsNoneJob:works at a Ice cream shopHobbies: Dancing and singingDislikes: Bullies

ᵀᴴᴱ ᴿᴵᴺᴳʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

08/13/2022 10:30 PM 

This Isn't A Democracy Anymore [Guidelines]

A/N: The Rick Grimes character isn't owned by me. He's owned by Robert Kirkman who came up with the character. I also am not the actor Andrew Lincoln who played him on the TV show either.1. This is not my first or second time playing Rick Grimes. I've played him on and off for years. This is a tentative return to this verse in the hopes that this time it sticks.  I'm mostly rping Rick strictly from the events of the show as the comics I am not quite caught up on. I can and will go AU with storylines. For crossovers I will even mold Rick to fit into your verse.2. I am para-multi-para writer. This isn't my only page so I can't novella here. I might novella when inspired to do so but writing length is usually 3 paras long. I rp in comments and messages. I will over look spelling and grammar errors (hell we all make them.) Please though, if you're adding me I expect you to talk. Playing the mute game will not last long here. 3. Let me say this right now, RP is a hobby. Let me repeat, RP is a hobby. A hobby isn't done every single day. Now I've written well over fifteen years, almost going on twenty (old fart here, lol) In the real world I work a busy job and care for two very sick parents of whom I live with and help out with. I also like to get out of the house. I don't live on site. I will take my time, if this is a problem then there's the door. 4. I'm well into my 30s. So my writing is not meant for kids, in fact I don't really want anyone under the age of 20 on my page. My writing will have --- gore, violence, intense horrific themes that deal with walkers (zombies), adult language and mature/sexual content. 5. In regards to sex, yes I will write sex scenes. Just few things. That's strictly with women only, done in private and 100% consensual by both parties this can occur or naturally progresses to it in our storylines. Do not add me in hopes I'll jump in bed off the bat. Yes I write sex, but its not the first thing I do and if it never comes up that's fine too.6. Due to the fact I have other pages and do not have the time to devote solely to pairing. I am keeping Rick very much unattached here. So he's open or multi-LI or whatever you wish to call it. Granted I know they are Michonnes, Loris or Andreas hoping I will pair with them so I want to nip that in the bud right now. My Rick will remain unattached for the forseeable future. I am open to romance connections with female characters from the show and not from the show.** Please note, The writer aka me, is taken in real life. I'm very happy and very much in love. So please do not cross OOC boundaries with me. Keep the romance and all that comes with it IC. You can have all the feelings and stuff with Rick. Do not fall in love with me or become possessive of me OOC.  If you make me uncomfortable or I repeatedly have to tell you to stop with unwanted advances/come ons OOC, I will kill the storyline and I will remove you from my page.**7. I don't restrict Rick to The Walking Dead verse or its various spinoffs -- Fear The Walking Dead, World Beyond. I will crossover into other fandoms -- Z-Nation, Resident Evil, Supernatural, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, The Evil Dead, The Last of Us, Until Dawn, The Quarry, Aliens, Predator etc. I will even adjust my character to fit in fandoms like The 100 or Stranger Things or even Jurassic Park. I'm totally down to merging our two fandoms together too. 8. I'm very OC friendly. I love original characters. OCs are always welcome to add me. 9. Will say this now too, I don't tolerate toxicity, bullying, drama, elitism or chidlish blacklisting from anyone. If you're not here to write or banter with me, then take your exit right now. 10. That's pretty much it.  Just have fun and let's make some fun storylines.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------SIGN IN ANY RANDOM WAY YOU WANT. GIF, QUOTE, SONG LYRIC etc..

Caroline.

08/13/2022 07:51 PM 

confessions of a former party girl,

First came a friendship. Two of New York’s brightest (and wildest!) stars captivated the media. Press and fans alike couldn’t stop talking about Birdie Sheppard and Caroline McCook just dying to see what type of trouble could find the two best friends. The world seemed to paint a picture of the two girls as vapid, shallow and queens of New York nightlife.Caroline and Birdie are all grown up now with successful careers, relationships and an exciting new project that they can’t wait to share. Birdie has stolen the hearts, gained multiple awards, and started to steal respect in Hollywood with her role as “Cassie” in Euphoria, HBO’s hottest show that tackles some of the darker subjects in a teens life. With two emmy nominations for "Euphoria" and "The white Lotus", there's nothing that she can't do. Caroline has made a name for herself in the fashion industry, with her brand “Xoline”, featured on Ru Paul’s Drag Race and countless other productions. Her beauty brand is thriving, she’s known as the princess of Tik Tok. Both Birdie and Caroline have started to prove that they are more than just a “former party girl” and they’re taking control of their own narrative while maintaining their years-long friendship. ‘Q: I’d love to start with a simple question that I’m not sure if either of you have ever answered publicly, how did the two of you meet?C: weeeeeeell, we met in a club bathroom, it was for sure a club that we had no business of being in since we were like 17, but we were in this bathroom and there was this girl who's losing her mind because her boyfriend had kissed another girl on the dance floor, so we're both just like awkwardly comforting this girl, and I was like, "honestly, he looks like he smells like hot cheetos." and Birdie thought that was super funny, and then we were like attached at the hip ever since.B: oh my gosh, that was probably one of the funniest things I'd ever heard, because..well..he did. I wonder if the hot cheeto guy realizes that he was basically the catalyst that brought us together? anyway, the moment I heard her say that I knew we had to be friends.Q: it's pretty impressive that you've both managed to maintain such a close friendship throughout the years. In all that time, I'm sure you have accumulated many great stories between the two of you, care to share any with us now? C: I mean, there's so many, we tend to find a decent amount of trouble. I think one that we've both been thinking about recently is we did a campaign forever ago together, it was for an athletic brand, I won't call them out, but it was honestly a horrible time. The photographer was such a d*ck, can I say d*ck in a magazine? but he was, he kept pushing us for more skin, or more this and more that. And someone shows up, and is like, "you can't talk to these girls like that, they're going to sue." and he literally goes, "Them? What's a hottie and princess going to do? they're dumb blondes." and we heard them, and we just walked out, and did indeed sue...I'll let Birdie tell you the second part of this story, cause it does directly inspire our special project.B: right. yeah we were pretty pissed, and justifiably so! but the moment we were able to take a step back we were both like...the hottie and the princess? kinda love that! and it really just stuck. I mean to this day caroline is princess in my phone.Q: wow, so you both took something negative and made it into something positive. B : exactly! i think we've both kinda always been that way. if you wanna say something demeaning about us, we'll turn around and make it into something empowering.C: I think that's the best revenge for us, and he tried to use these words to insult us, but who doesn't want to be a called hot and a princess? Like, we didn't even let him insult us, because we took it and now it's our thing. We even found those like, licenses plates that you can buy in the street, that said "hottie and princess" and we sort of half stole them. I mean, the place was closed, and we did leave cash but is that stealing?Q: and that licenses plate directly inspired your upcoming collaboration on a collection, yeah? How has it been working together?B: yes! the license plates directly inspired the packaging for the palettes. we wanted something personal to us, that gave sort of an inside look at our friendship and that really seemed perfect. the whole process of working together, from deciding on the packaging to the colors and what products we wanted has really been fairly easy. I think the hardest part was really narrowing down our ideas because once we got into that creative mind frame it was like we got carried away.Q: scrapped ideas? does that mean we could possibly see another collaboration from the two of you in the future? B: never say never!C: I meaaaan, who doesn't want to work with their best friend?Q: You've mentioned that you've both grown up, why do an entire collection leaning into the image that you're trying to shed? C: the same reason "princess and hottie" took over, we can't force people to change their minds about us but we can take what they're saying about us and turn it into something we're proud of. And while we have grown up, and we're adults, we did have a lot of fun, and it's how we met, it's sort of giving that time in our life a place to shine while also reminding the world that we're not just former party girls, we're women with goals, talents and we're damn hard working, you know?B: yes, exactly! plus, you know, we both have no problem kinda poking fun at the image that the media has painted of us.Q: as i mentioned earlier, it's quite admirable that you've both managed to maintain this closeknit of a friendship as you have over the years, especially given how the media has a way of often fabricating stories of feuds between women. how have you managed to overcome some of the negativety that this lifestyles often drives a wedge between friendships? B: i think that, for us, it's always been about trust and communication. i remember a few years back, there was this article that took something caroline had said about me completely out of context and warped it into something totally negative. I remember seeing that and just think, like, caroline would never say that about me.C: For some reason, the media just doesn't like seeing women succeed, and they especially don't like seeing women succeed together. I saw that, and I immediately called Birdie. I didn't even have to explain because she knew that I'd never, just like I know she'd never. We know that unfortunately, some media outlets, are vultures. Birdie and I can't even go to pilates without being photographed, so we just trust each other, communicate and are really grateful that at the end of the day, we'll always have each other.Q: We know that fans are certainly obsessed with "Birdoline", we see it trending basically every single time you're seen together, but fans are equally, or maybe even more so crazy about following your relationships. Both of you have settled down with two of the most talented singers in the world right now, Harry Styles and Abel "The Weeknd" Tesfaye, do you get along with each others partners? Do you all hang out?C: I adore Harry! As both a person and as Birdie's boyfriend. He loves her so much, and honestly, is so much fun. Birdie and I are sort of a package deal so I think anyone that we would've gotten serious with would've had to be okay with that. And they are! There's no one I would trust with my best friend's heart more. And yeah, we're all menaces when we're together, 'causing trouble, but all the fun.B: I couldn't think of anyone better suited for Caroline than Abel, you literally see his face light up whenever she enters the room...and vice versa! i geniunely love the love that they share for one another. and it makes me so happy that we all get on so well because we truly are a package deal. i don't think either of us could ever settle down with anyone who couldn't handle the both of us together, or forbid, didn't get along with each other.Q: so we can expect you and Harry to be in attendance at Caroline and Abel's wedding in October?B: i mean...is that even a question?C: There's no way that I could get married without my best friend, it just wouldn't feel right without them there! I don't think there ever was a moment that we were like worried they wouldn't get along. They're both goofballs, it's really a good time any time we're all able to get together.Q: What's one piece of relationship advice that you'd give to our readers? C: I think the most important thing is to respect your partner and communicate. It's kinda similar to how Birdie and I have been friends so long without any type of blowing up. Abel and I have never even had a fight, and I think it's because we just communicate everything. And we're respectful of each other's feelings. Abel's really big on respect, and has always put respecting me above everything else, and I do the same for him.B: mutual respect and communication is definitely key, i think those are the two factors that have always been absent from previous relationships. I guess I can't just regive Caroline's advice though! I guess another really important piece of advice is to not take things too seriously. honestly one of my favorite aspects of our relationship is that Harry and I aren't afraid to poke fun at one another. we're really just as much friends as we are anything else.Q: that's solid advice from the both of you. what kind of advice would you, today, give to your younger selves during your party girl days? is there anything you wish you could change?B: wow, that's such a good question! there isn't much i would change, i don't think either of us would be the strong women we are today without some of those experiences. though, i'd definitely want to tell my younger self be wary of certain people..not everyone has your best intentions at heart, regardless of who they are. C: I think if I had to give advice to baby party girl Caroline, I would tell her to love herself enough to not accept anything less than she deserves. I spent a lot of time trying to fix people who frankly didn't care about me, and it was exhausting. I think I would urge her to find self worth in everything rather it be business, relationships or family.Q: It's amazing to see how much the two of you have, for lack of better words, grown up and grown up together. Now that you're launching this collection dedicated to your past selves, can you tell us what's included? give us a little sneak peak? C: I think we can give you a little somethin' somethin', the collection is very thought out and we really tried to make sure it was wearable for everyone. The two biggest showstoppers in our collection is the "Hottie" and the "Princess" eye shadow palettes, that come in these cute packaging that looks just like our licenses plates that we stole, the ones we mentioned earlier. It's ten shades in each palette that we designed ourselves!B: there was so much thought and consideration put into everything with this collaboration, from what items we really wanted to work on, down the the smallest of details of our packaging! along with the two eyeshadow palettes our collection will include three lipsticks and matching lip liners. you can expect high quality eyeliners made to withstand long wear as well as several other items that you'll just have to wait and see when we preview everything.C: We can't give you everything, but we can say that this collection was one hundred percent made by Birdie and I. We hand selected every single piece and we're really proud of it, and it's my favorite collection that "Xoline" has put out to date, we can't wait for y'all to see it all. The collection will go live September 3rd in the evening!

ᴾᵁᴺᶜᴴᴸᴵᴺᴱˢ ᴸᴬʸᴼᵁᵀˢ

08/12/2022 05:29 PM 

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'The Wily Fox'

08/12/2022 04:17 PM 

Rue de Rivoli

Rue de RivoliFear Everything- 3 Wishes Group SL.Mentions: Marcel Gerard, Caroline Forbes, Katherine Peirce, Davina Claire, Rebekah Mikaelson, Jeremy Gilbert (and Elena Gilbert by name only)      Pensive! adjective engaged in, involving, or reflecting deep or serious thought."a pensive mood" Yeah, he should be used to feeling like that by now... And maybe he was, maybe it was the constant droning of whining voices as they bickered nonstop trying to lay the blame on him, for the big bloody balls-up that they'd all just endured at the compound. Even as he made his way over to the window, he was sure he could feel their eyes boring holes into his back. Well, f uck them! F uck them all! He didn't have to be there! He'd been quite happy, feasting on an all-you-can-eat rave taking place in a basement along the Rue de Rivoli in France when Nic's bloody lackeys had tracked Bekah and him down to pass on the message that Nic was missing.The plan should have been foolproof! Davina was out in the Bayou when he'd executed it. There was no way she should have known what they were up to, let alone had time to conjure up such an elaborate ruse in retaliation so quickly!ow the f uck had she even known, that Bekah and he was back in town, or that they'd come with a plan in the first place? It wasn't like they'd driven down Bourbon street with a megaphone announcing their arrival! If anything, it had been the exact opposite!The only ones they'd encountered had been good old Jeremy Gilbert and his on-and-off girlfriend Ana Zhu and if they were on anyone's side, it was the resistance. It definitely wasn't the Vampires or the Witches or they wouldn't have been trying to smuggle Sarah and Melissa across the lake to freedom! Either way, they'd left them in a cloud of dust! Only stopping to refuel and quickly compel any of the road houses workers that they'd crossed paths with along the way before hitting the road again.They hadn't even f ucking killed them or fed! Where they'd been being so careful not to alert any attention...Was it their little stint in the Bayou? Kol couldn't help the smirk that twitched at the corner of his lips remembering it. How they'd magically appeared and how easily Marcel Gerard had succumbed to the sliver of his gold dagger, that he had made so many years before...ironically as a way to protect himself, to protect Davina Claire from his brother's wraith!It hadn't even been a f ucking day!  Merely a couple of bloody hours before he'd sat down intent on putting his plan into action. A plan that somehow Davina Claire had already been aware of! It had all gone so wrong! From the moment that Bekah had crossed the Witches' border to the moment that Davina had exposed her trump card using some of the magic, he had cast back upon them.If they hadn't been at war... if they hadn't parted on such bad terms, he'd of been proud of her! Being so deceptive, so sly, it was never a trait Davina had been born with... It was something he'd taught her as a means to ensure she survived and now...Now it had come back to haunt him!Slowly he turned from the window to face the bickering and sullen faces of his comrades.  The Witches, Sarah, and Mellisa would be waking up again, any moment now. Thanks to the spell he'd performed, linking all of their mortalities to that of Marcel Gerard's... They'd probably make their way back to the Witches' compound asking for forgiveness now their compulsion to him would be broken...“Will you tell me what’s going on Kol? Where’s Klaus?”Jeremy's voice cut through Kol's thoughts like a knife and he glanced from the huddled forms of Caroline, Bekah, and Katherine to Jeremy. He could hear clearly what the women were bickering about. The way they loosely threw blame and their talk of a better plan. And maybe once upon a time, he'd of been right there with them... planning, scheming, oblivious to any betrayal that sat hidden in plain sight. After all, every single one of them had betrayed him in the past, even his own sister! Especially if it meant protecting their own asses!He'd be a f ucking fool to think each of them didn't have their own agendas now! When there was obviously a rat within their midst. Someone somehow had betrayed them. Someone had somehow alerted Davina Claire to his arrival in New Orleans ensuring she had time to set up her counter spell to the powerful magic he'd siphoned and cast. Someone who had no loyalty at all! “Don’t tell me you feel bad about your brother missing, Kol. You and Rebekah are free. You’d think that logically you’d do your own thing and get the hell away from a monster like Klaus.”Jeremy Gilbert was right! They should have been free. It would have been the most natural thing to do. Stay put at that Rave below the Rue de Rivoli! It would have been a bloody damn sight easier! If it wasn't for one small thing... A stupid bloody oath made over a thousand years prior! An Oath, he'd actually not been part of... But had spent the last thousand years, trying to prove he was worthy of fulfilling it!That had been the real monster all those years, and he was just as much a victim of that monster as everyone else had been. Now... Now it was too late! It had taken his life, more than once. It had taken his love... It was all that was left."You'd like that!... Wouldn't ya Gilbert!"Kol spat vehemently narrowing his eyes as he glanced down at Jeremy upon the couch..."But let's be honest here mate. You'd soon miss me... You'd come looking for me like you always do! And you wanna know why?... Because as much as you might like to bloody deny it... I am your best friend! I am the only one who ever saw you as more than Elena Gilberts Kid brother!" exhaling sharply, Kol took a deep breath and closed his eyes...It wasn't Jeremy's fault the plan had gone to sh*t.It was his for assuming he could trust the people around him, and it was a mistake he was determined not to make again. There was a snitch...A rat within their ranks! everything pointed to it... Reeked of it!What was there to say that this poxy bloody plan Katherine Peirce has swooned on into the warehouse with wasn't just a setup? After all, she was well known for her lack of loyalty. F*** she'd sold out her own family more than once to save her own arse! And Caroline Forbes... She was more of a bimbo than he'd ever imagined possible if she chose to trust Katherine Peirce now!And as for Bekah...Her willingness, her wanting to take those around her at face value... Could he really blame her? When for the last thousand years all he'd wanted himself, was to be accepted and treated as an equal...Begrudgingly Kol turned lowering his body to sit on the couch beside Jeremy and leaned across to whisper in his ear,  asking..."Have you ever heard of the term, a double-edged sword mate?... That's where we're at, at the moment." pausing Kol watched the hint of confusion in Jeremy's eyes before explaining."At the moment, we're all sat here, perched upon the very tip of the hilt of the sword that someone wielding to betray us... And one thing is for sure... We're gonna bloody fall! We can't sit there on the tip forever!  They gonna make another move! But what way we fall when they do, depends on what we do next... Every sword has two edges and I intend to use what advantages, I still have up my bloody sleeve, to turn their bloody betrayal back upon themselves!" Kol paused, waiting for his words to sink in ..." You want revenge for how the Witches, How Davina Claire treated her own- those you were trying to save? You, want out of this whole bloody mess, mate? Then you've got no choice but to trust me!....This whole f ucking saga reeks of a bloody rotting rat!"                             

Jaqueson

08/12/2022 04:25 PM 

War
Current mood:  adventurous

We have wars to fight in a lot of worlds, I’ve been gone a long time, I think. It has been a couple years or eons. I still don’t know about this time change. After they bent the timeline, the tried to surprise us. I met L.T Nate, on training. I was just a grunt, he managed in rank, fast. But we got along. He’s one of my famous brothers. I have a couple more, all over. Nate was different, his dad and my dad were friends. They served together, different zones, but later they were, church buddies. I was born into to it, they wanted more out of me, and I wanted more from the worlds.I could not give them what, I did have. I gambled away, what she left the children. They were fine, I thought. I was too busy fighting, I thought the cause, meant something to most. Majority really were all dead, just machines now. How I survived, I will never know. I already don’t miss the worlds, I miss the beauty, cultures, smells of kids laughing, beautiful, Maidens. I was always a sucker for a badass northern woman. South, ah, oh my that draw. Sexy as Miss Freya herself. The Brightest al eons, front, back, InSite, outlook, al be Ing I knew I was alive to carry a story, I didn’t know why. Eh oh well.I remember one battle well, it was ole Miss Dixie, herself. She was our bright southern star. So, many died for her. None in vain, per say. She just waved, soaking up the bath of blood. It was her passion for freedom, as her ancestor before her, had done. They represented the clan as far back as before war was. All we knew was war, they knew peace, at a cost. Our cost was us, theirs was a game of chance. Eh, oh well, it was, is and will be our fun, until we are sentenced. Just missing the one I have never met.The day I became a father, I knew, I had a hard mountain to climb. They had already judged me, what more could they do to me. Time showed the test, it was easy at first. Almost had manhandled the physician, my boy wasn’t breathing. I heard the gasp and crying, I knew he was cool. I stood down. Years to come, proved to be a few good lessons. They taught me to stay alive, how hard could this, actually be.They told us, we were doing a service, by keeping us away from the humans. We were a different makeup, of human. Unmodified, original before the first set of wars. They tried so many times to duplicate us. We bleed, we just heal too. It was a benefit, along with other, accessed memories. They knew, but they could not correct previous changes. It was as if Kenaz evolved on its own. Fire was everywhere like the stories we heard as children. We were never prepared, for or as, we had been now. Those, training sessions I spent, against the worlds, were natural fluid motions. I felt as a great conqueror, you know those stories with the great warriors.I did not care about glory, I was just here, fighting alongside my brothers. We had fought a long time; we were our keepers. Some had slowed down, from the enemies' illusions. This war was not Lyke any we had. We knew of the rumors, the had managed to switch tactics. These tactics were more psychological, this time. They were twisting our fears, against us. Team Leader, he was down, I knew he would. I didn’t want it, not that I could not do it, it was not my thing. I did not come to rise the ranks, I came to clear the fields, give our people a fighting chance, to wake up tomorrow.I had my own family to fight for, I wanted them to survive, to see the Sun give them life, also. She showered us, for the inside, only some would not pick her fire up. I did not even think I was worthy. But, my chest, burned from the fire, it pushed us far. I only hope our brothers thought the same. By their position, it was a different outlook.                                                                                        Max, she carried the plasma cannon. She was core strong; she just could not move. The frequencies had reached inside her body and started decomposing her from the inside. The frequency had a slow effect on Max, she was the toughest in the squad.A handful, of us, were hunkered down, out of sight of their range of matter.Block was another, part of them. He was this monster of a man, it's almost like he covers the light in the sky, if there was not so much smoke. I seem like the frequencies took him down the hardest. We have wars to fight in a lot of worlds, I’ve been gone a long time, I think. It has been a couple years or eons. I still don’t know about this time change. After they bent the time line, the tried to surprise us. I met L.T Nate, on training. I was just a grunt, he managed in rank, fast. But we got along. Hes one of my famous brothers. I have a couple more, all over. Nate was different, his dad and my dad were friends. They served together, different zones, but later they were, church buddies. I was born into to it, they wanted more out of me, and I wanted more from the worlds. I could not give them what, I did have. I gambled away, what she left the children. They were fine, I thought. I was too busy fighting, I thought the cause, meant something to most. Majority, really were all dead, just machines now. How I survived, I will never know. I already don’t miss the worlds, I miss the beauty, cultures, smells of kids laughing, beautiful, Maidens. I was always a sucker for a badass northern woman. South, ah, oh my that draw. Sexy as Miss Freya herself. The Brightest al eons, front, back, InSite, outlook, al be Ing I knew I was alive to carry a story, I didn’t know why. Eh oh well.I remember one battle well, it was ole Miss Dixie, herself. She was our bright southern star. So, many died for her. None in vain, per say. She just waved, soaking up the bath of blood. It was her passion for freedom, as her ancestor before her, had done. They represented the clan as far back as before war was. All we knew was war, they knew peace, at a cost. Our cost was us, theirs was a game of chance. Eh, oh well, it was, is and will be our fun, until we are sentenced. Just missing the one I have really never met.The day I became a father, I knew, I had a hard mountain to climb. They had already judged me, what more could they do to me. Time showed the test, it was easy at first. Almost had manhandled the physician, my boy wasn’t breathing. I heard the gasp and crying, I knew he was cool. I stood down. Years to come, proved to be a few good lessons. They taught me to stay alive, how hard could this, actually be.They told us, we were doing a service, by keeping us away from the humans. We were a different makeup, of human. Unmodified, original before the first set of wars. They tried so many times to duplicate us. We bleed, we just heal too. It was a benefit, along with other, accessed memories. They knew, but they could not correct previous changes. It was as if Kenaz evolved on its own. Fire was everywhere like the stories we heard as children. We were never prepared, for or as, we had been now. Those, training sessions I spent, against the worlds, were natural fluid motions. I felt as a great conqueror, you know those stories with the great warriors.I did not care about glory, I was just here, fighting alongside my brothers. We had fought a long time; we were our keepers. Some had slowed down, from the enemies' illusions. This war was not Lyke any we had. We knew of the rumors, the had managed to switch tactics. These tactics, were more psychological, this time. They were twisting our fears, against us. Team Leader, he was down, I knew he would. I didn’t want it, not that I could not do it, it was not my thing. I did not come to rise the ranks, I came to clear the fields, give our people a fighting chance, to wake up tomorrow. I had my own family to fight for, I wanted them to survive, to see the Sun give them life, also. She showered us, for the inside, only some would not pick her fire up. I did not even think I was worthy. But, my chest, burned from the fire, it pushed us far. I only hope our brothers thought the same. By their position, it was a different outlook.Max, she carried the plasma cannon. She was core strong; she just could not move. The frequencies, had reached inside her body, and started decomposing her from the inside. The frequency had a slow effect on Max, she was the toughest in the squad. A handful, of us, were hunkered down, out of sight of their range of matter. Block, was another, part of them. He was this monster of a man, it's almost like he covers the light in the sky, if there was not so much smoke. I seem like the frequencies took him downWe have wars to fight in a lot of worlds, I’ve been gone a long time, I think. It has been a couple years or eons. I still don’t know about this time change. After they bent the timeline, the tried to surprise us. I met L.T Nate, on training. I was just a grunt, he managed in rank, fast. But we got along. He’s one of my famous brothers. I have a couple more, all over. Nate was different, his dad and my dad were friends. They served together, different zones, but later they were, church buddies. I was born into to it, they wanted more out of me, and I wanted more from the worlds.I could not give them what, I did have. I gambled away, what she left the children. They were fine, I thought. I was too busy fighting, I thought the cause, meant something to most. Majority really were all dead, just machines now. How I survived, I will never know. I already don’t miss the worlds, I miss the beauty, cultures, smells of kids laughing, beautiful, Maidens. I was always a sucker for a badass northern woman. South, ah, oh my that draw. Sexy as Miss Freya herself. The Brightest al eons, front, back, InSite, outlook, al be Ing I knew I was alive to carry a story, I didn’t know why. Eh oh well.I remember one battle well, it was ole Miss Dixie, herself. She was our bright southern star. So, many died for her. None in vain, per say. She just waved, soaking up the bath of blood. It was her passion for freedom, as her ancestor before her, had done. They represented the clan as far back as before war was. All we knew was war, they knew peace, at a cost. Our cost was us, theirs was a game of chance. Eh, oh well, it was, is and will be our fun, until we are sentenced. Just missing the one I have never met.The day I became a father, I knew, I had a hard mountain to climb. They had already judged me, what more could they do to me. Time showed the test, it was easy at first. Almost had manhandled the physician, my boy wasn’t breathing. I heard the gasp and crying, I knew he was cool. I stood down. Years to come, proved to be a few good lessons. They taught me to stay alive, how hard could this, actually be.They told us, we were doing a service, by keeping us away from the humans. We were a different makeup, of human. Unmodified, original before the first set of wars. They tried so many times to duplicate us. We bleed, we just heal too. It was a benefit, along with other, accessed memories. They knew, but they could not correct previous changes. It was as if Kenaz evolved on its own. Fire was everywhere like the stories we heard as children. We were never prepared, for or as, we had been now. Those, training sessions I spent, against the worlds, were natural fluid motions. I felt as a great conqueror, you know those stories with the great warriors.I did not care about glory, I was just here, fighting alongside my brothers. We had fought a long time; we were our keepers. Some had slowed down, from the enemies' illusions. This war was not Lyke any we had. We knew of the rumors, the had managed to switch tactics. These tactics were more psychological, this time. They were twisting our fears, against us. Team Leader, he was down, I knew he would. I didn’t want it, not that I could not do it, it was not my thing. I did not come to rise the ranks, I came to clear the fields, give our people a fighting chance, to wake up tomorrow.I had my own family to fight for, I wanted them to survive, to see the Sun give them life, also. She showered us, for the inside, only some would not pick her fire up. I did not even think I was worthy. But, my chest, burned from the fire, it pushed us far. I only hope our brothers thought the same. By their position, it was a different outlook.                                                                                        Max, she carried the plasma cannon. She was core strong; she just could not move. The frequencies had reached inside her body and started decomposing her from the inside. The frequency had a slow effect on Max, she was the toughest in the squad.A handful, of us, were hunkered down, out of sight of their range of matter.Block was another, part of them. He was this monster of a man, it's almost like he covers the light in the sky, if there was not so much smoke. I seem like the frequencies took him down the hardest. We have wars to fight in a lot of worlds, I’ve been gone a long time, I think. It has been a couple years or eons. I still don’t know about this time change. After they bent the time line, the tried to surprise us. I met L.T Nate, on training. I was just a grunt, he managed in rank, fast. But we got along. Hes one of my famous brothers. I have a couple more, all over. Nate was different, his dad and my dad were friends. They served together, different zones, but later they were, church buddies. I was born into to it, they wanted more out of me, and I wanted more from the worlds. I could not give them what, I did have. I gambled away, what she left the children. They were fine, I thought. I was too busy fighting, I thought the cause, meant something to most. Majority, really were all dead, just machines now. How I survived, I will never know. I already don’t miss the worlds, I miss the beauty, cultures, smells of kids laughing, beautiful, Maidens. I was always a sucker for a badass northern woman. South, ah, oh my that draw. Sexy as Miss Freya herself. The Brightest al eons, front, back, InSite, outlook, al be Ing I knew I was alive to carry a story, I didn’t know why. Eh oh well.I remember one battle well, it was ole Miss Dixie, herself. She was our bright southern star. So, many died for her. None in vain, per say. She just waved, soaking up the bath of blood. It was her passion for freedom, as her ancestor before her, had done. They represented the clan as far back as before war was. All we knew was war, they knew peace, at a cost. Our cost was us, theirs was a game of chance. Eh, oh well, it was, is and will be our fun, until we are sentenced. Just missing the one I have really never met.The day I became a father, I knew, I had a hard mountain to climb. They had already judged me, what more could they do to me. Time showed the test, it was easy at first. Almost had manhandled the physician, my boy wasn’t breathing. I heard the gasp and crying, I knew he was cool. I stood down. Years to come, proved to be a few good lessons. They taught me to stay alive, how hard could this, actually be.They told us, we were doing a service, by keeping us away from the humans. We were a different makeup, of human. Unmodified, original before the first set of wars. They tried so many times to duplicate us. We bleed, we just heal too. It was a benefit, along with other, accessed memories. They knew, but they could not correct previous changes. It was as if Kenaz evolved on its own. Fire was everywhere like the stories we heard as children. We were never prepared, for or as, we had been now. Those, training sessions I spent, against the worlds, were natural fluid motions. I felt as a great conqueror, you know those stories with the great warriors.I did not care about glory, I was just here, fighting alongside my brothers. We had fought a long time; we were our keepers. Some had slowed down, from the enemies' illusions. This war was not Lyke any we had. We knew of the rumors, the had managed to switch tactics. These tactics, were more psychological, this time. They were twisting our fears, against us. Team Leader, he was down, I knew he would. I didn’t want it, not that I could not do it, it was not my thing. I did not come to rise the ranks, I came to clear the fields, give our people a fighting chance, to wake up tomorrow. I had my own family to fight for, I wanted them to survive, to see the Sun give them life, also. She showered us, for the inside, only some would not pick her fire up. I did not even think I was worthy. But, my chest, burned from the fire, it pushed us far. I only hope our brothers thought the same. By their position, it was a different outlook.Max, she carried the plasma cannon. She was core strong; she just could not move. The frequencies, had reached inside her body, and started decomposing her from the inside. The frequency had a slow effect on Max, she was the toughest in the squad. A handful, of us, were hunkered down, out of sight of their range of matter. Block, was another, part of them. He was this monster of a man, it's almost like he covers the light in the sky, if there was not so much smoke. I seem like the frequencies took him downWe have wars to fight in a lot of worlds, I’ve been gone a long time, I think. It has been a couple years or eons. I still don’t know about this time change. After they bent the timeline, the tried to surprise us. I met L.T Nate, on training. I was just a grunt, he managed in rank, fast. But we got along. He’s one of my famous brothers. I have a couple more, all over. Nate was different, his dad and my dad were friends. They served together, different zones, but later they were, church buddies. I was born into to it, they wanted more out of me, and I wanted more from the worlds.I could not give them what, I did have. I gambled away, what she left the children. They were fine, I thought. I was too busy fighting, I thought the cause, meant something to most. Majority really were all dead, just machines now. How I survived, I will never know. I already don’t miss the worlds, I miss the beauty, cultures, smells of kids laughing, beautiful, Maidens. I was always a sucker for a badass northern woman. South, ah, oh my that draw. Sexy as Miss Freya herself. The Brightest al eons, front, back, InSite, outlook, al be Ing I knew I was alive to carry a story, I didn’t know why. Eh oh well.I remember one battle well, it was ole Miss Dixie, herself. She was our bright southern star. So, many died for her. None in vain, per say. She just waved, soaking up the bath of blood. It was her passion for freedom, as her ancestor before her, had done. They represented the clan as far back as before war was. All we knew was war, they knew peace, at a cost. Our cost was us, theirs was a game of chance. Eh, oh well, it was, is and will be our fun, until we are sentenced. Just missing the one I have never met.The day I became a father, I knew, I had a hard mountain to climb. They had already judged me, what more could they do to me. Time showed the test, it was easy at first. Almost had manhandled the physician, my boy wasn’t breathing. I heard the gasp and crying, I knew he was cool. I stood down. Years to come, proved to be a few good lessons. They taught me to stay alive, how hard could this, actually be.They told us, we were doing a service, by keeping us away from the humans. We were a different makeup, of human. Unmodified, original before the first set of wars. They tried so many times to duplicate us. We bleed, we just heal too. It was a benefit, along with other, accessed memories. They knew, but they could not correct previous changes. It was as if Kenaz evolved on its own. Fire was everywhere like the stories we heard as children. We were never prepared, for or as, we had been now. Those, training sessions I spent, against the worlds, were natural fluid motions. I felt as a great conqueror, you know those stories with the great warriors.I did not care about glory, I was just here, fighting alongside my brothers. We had fought a long time; we were our keepers. Some had slowed down, from the enemies' illusions. This war was not Lyke any we had. We knew of the rumors, the had managed to switch tactics. These tactics were more psychological, this time. They were twisting our fears, against us. Team Leader, he was down, I knew he would. I didn’t want it, not that I could not do it, it was not my thing. I did not come to rise the ranks, I came to clear the fields, give our people a fighting chance, to wake up tomorrow.I had my own family to fight for, I wanted them to survive, to see the Sun give them life, also. She showered us, for the inside, only some would not pick her fire up. I did not even think I was worthy. But, my chest, burned from the fire, it pushed us far. I only hope our brothers thought the same. By their position, it was a different outlook.                                                                                        Max, she carried the plasma cannon. She was core strong; she just could not move. The frequencies had reached inside her body and started decomposing her from the inside. The frequency had a slow effect on Max, she was the toughest in the squad.A handful, of us, were hunkered down, out of sight of their range of matter.Block was another, part of them. He was this monster of a man, it's almost like he covers the light in the sky, if there was not so much smoke. I seem like the frequencies took him down the hardest. We have wars to fight in a lot of worlds, I’ve been gone a long time, I think. It has been a couple years or eons. I still don’t know about this time change. After they bent the time line, the tried to surprise us. I met L.T Nate, on training. I was just a grunt, he managed in rank, fast. But we got along. Hes one of my famous brothers. I have a couple more, all over. Nate was different, his dad and my dad were friends. They served together, different zones, but later they were, church buddies. I was born into to it, they wanted more out of me, and I wanted more from the worlds. I could not give them what, I did have. I gambled away, what she left the children. They were fine, I thought. I was too busy fighting, I thought the cause, meant something to most. Majority, really were all dead, just machines now. How I survived, I will never know. I already don’t miss the worlds, I miss the beauty, cultures, smells of kids laughing, beautiful, Maidens. I was always a sucker for a badass northern woman. South, ah, oh my that draw. Sexy as Miss Freya herself. The Brightest al eons, front, back, InSite, outlook, al be Ing I knew I was alive to carry a story, I didn’t know why. Eh oh well.I remember one battle well, it was ole Miss Dixie, herself. She was our bright southern star. So, many died for her. None in vain, per say. She just waved, soaking up the bath of blood. It was her passion for freedom, as her ancestor before her, had done. They represented the clan as far back as before war was. All we knew was war, they knew peace, at a cost. Our cost was us, theirs was a game of chance. Eh, oh well, it was, is and will be our fun, until we are sentenced. Just missing the one I have really never met.The day I became a father, I knew, I had a hard mountain to climb. They had already judged me, what more could they do to me. Time showed the test, it was easy at first. Almost had manhandled the physician, my boy wasn’t breathing. I heard the gasp and crying, I knew he was cool. I stood down. Years to come, proved to be a few good lessons. They taught me to stay alive, how hard could this, actually be.They told us, we were doing a service, by keeping us away from the humans. We were a different makeup, of human. Unmodified, original before the first set of wars. They tried so many times to duplicate us. We bleed, we just heal too. It was a benefit, along with other, accessed memories. They knew, but they could not correct previous changes. It was as if Kenaz evolved on its own. Fire was everywhere like the stories we heard as children. We were never prepared, for or as, we had been now. Those, training sessions I spent, against the worlds, were natural fluid motions. I felt as a great conqueror, you know those stories with the great warriors.I did not care about glory, I was just here, fighting alongside my brothers. We had fought a long time; we were our keepers. Some had slowed down, from the enemies' illusions. This war was not Lyke any we had. We knew of the rumors, the had managed to switch tactics. These tactics, were more psychological, this time. They were twisting our fears, against us. Team Leader, he was down, I knew he would. I didn’t want it, not that I could not do it, it was not my thing. I did not come to rise the ranks, I came to clear the fields, give our people a fighting chance, to wake up tomorrow. I had my own family to fight for, I wanted them to survive, to see the Sun give them life, also. She showered us, for the inside, only some would not pick her fire up. I did not even think I was worthy. But, my chest, burned from the fire, it pushed us far. I only hope our brothers thought the same. By their position, it was a different outlook.Max, she carried the plasma cannon. She was core strong; she just could not move. The frequencies, had reached inside her body, and started decomposing her from the inside. The frequency had a slow effect on Max, she was the toughest in the squad. A handful, of us, were hunkered down, out of sight of their range of matter. Block, was another, part of them. He was this monster of a man, it's almost like he covers the light in the sky, if there was not so much smoke. I seem like the frequencies took him downWe have wars to fight in a lot of worlds, I’ve been gone a long time, I think. It has been a couple years or eons. I still don’t know about this time change. After they bent the timeline, the tried to surprise us. I met L.T Nate, on training. I was just a grunt, he managed in rank, fast. But we got along. He’s one of my famous brothers. I have a couple more, all over. Nate was different, his dad and my dad were friends. They served together, different zones, but later they were, church buddies. I was born into to it, they wanted more out of me, and I wanted more from the worlds.I could not give them what, I did have. I gambled away, what she left the children. They were fine, I thought. I was too busy fighting, I thought the cause, meant something to most. Majority really were all dead, just machines now. How I survived, I will never know. I already don’t miss the worlds, I miss the beauty, cultures, smells of kids laughing, beautiful, Maidens. I was always a sucker for a badass northern woman. South, ah, oh my that draw. Sexy as Miss Freya herself. The Brightest al eons, front, back, InSite, outlook, al be Ing I knew I was alive to carry a story, I didn’t know why. Eh oh well.I remember one battle well, it was ole Miss Dixie, herself. She was our bright southern star. So, many died for her. None in vain, per say. She just waved, soaking up the bath of blood. It was her passion for freedom, as her ancestor before her, had done. They represented the clan as far back as before war was. All we knew was war, they knew peace, at a cost. Our cost was us, theirs was a game of chance. Eh, oh well, it was, is and will be our fun, until we are sentenced. Just missing the one I have never met.The day I became a father, I knew, I had a hard mountain to climb. They had already judged me, what more could they do to me. Time showed the test, it was easy at first. Almost had manhandled the physician, my boy wasn’t breathing. I heard the gasp and crying, I knew he was cool. I stood down. Years to come, proved to be a few good lessons. They taught me to stay alive, how hard could this, actually be.They told us, we were doing a service, by keeping us away from the humans. We were a different makeup, of human. Unmodified, original before the first set of wars. They tried so many times to duplicate us. We bleed, we just heal too. It was a benefit, along with other, accessed memories. They knew, but they could not correct previous changes. It was as if Kenaz evolved on its own. Fire was everywhere like the stories we heard as children. We were never prepared, for or as, we had been now. Those, training sessions I spent, against the worlds, were natural fluid motions. I felt as a great conqueror, you know those stories with the great warriors.I did not care about glory, I was just here, fighting alongside my brothers. We had fought a long time; we were our keepers. Some had slowed down, from the enemies' illusions. This war was not Lyke any we had. We knew of the rumors, the had managed to switch tactics. These tactics were more psychological, this time. They were twisting our fears, against us. Team Leader, he was down, I knew he would. I didn’t want it, not that I could not do it, it was not my thing. I did not come to rise the ranks, I came to clear the fields, give our people a fighting chance, to wake up tomorrow.I had my own family to fight for, I wanted them to survive, to see the Sun give them life, also. She showered us, for the inside, only some would not pick her fire up. I did not even think I was worthy. But, my chest, burned from the fire, it pushed us far. I only hope our brothers thought the same. By their position, it was a different outlook.                                                                                        Max, she carried the plasma cannon. She was core strong; she just could not move. The frequencies had reached inside her body and started decomposing her from the inside. The frequency had a slow effect on Max, she was the toughest in the squad.A handful, of us, were hunkered down, out of sight of their range of matter.Block was another, part of them. He was this monster of a man, it's almost like he covers the light in the sky, if there was not so much smoke. I seem like the frequencies took him down the hardest. We have wars to fight in a lot of worlds, I’ve been gone a long time, I think. It has been a couple years or eons. I still don’t know about this time change. After they bent the time line, the tried to surprise us. I met L.T Nate, on training. I was just a grunt, he managed in rank, fast. But we got along. Hes one of my famous brothers. I have a couple more, all over. Nate was different, his dad and my dad were friends. They served together, different zones, but later they were, church buddies. I was born into to it, they wanted more out of me, and I wanted more from the worlds. I could not give them what, I did have. I gambled away, what she left the children. They were fine, I thought. I was too busy fighting, I thought the cause, meant something to most. Majority, really were all dead, just machines now. How I survived, I will never know. I already don’t miss the worlds, I miss the beauty, cultures, smells of kids laughing, beautiful, Maidens. I was always a sucker for a badass northern woman. South, ah, oh my that draw. Sexy as Miss Freya herself. The Brightest al eons, front, back, InSite, outlook, al be Ing I knew I was alive to carry a story, I didn’t know why. Eh oh well.I remember one battle well, it was ole Miss Dixie, herself. She was our bright southern star. So, many died for her. None in vain, per say. She just waved, soaking up the bath of blood. It was her passion for freedom, as her ancestor before her, had done. They represented the clan as far back as before war was. All we knew was war, they knew peace, at a cost. Our cost was us, theirs was a game of chance. Eh, oh well, it was, is and will be our fun, until we are sentenced. Just missing the one I have really never met.The day I became a father, I knew, I had a hard mountain to climb. They had already judged me, what more could they do to me. Time showed the test, it was easy at first. Almost had manhandled the physician, my boy wasn’t breathing. I heard the gasp and crying, I knew he was cool. I stood down. Years to come, proved to be a few good lessons. They taught me to stay alive, how hard could this, actually be.They told us, we were doing a service, by keeping us away from the humans. We were a different makeup, of human. Unmodified, original before the first set of wars. They tried so many times to duplicate us. We bleed, we just heal too. It was a benefit, along with other, accessed memories. They knew, but they could not correct previous changes. It was as if Kenaz evolved on its own. Fire was everywhere like the stories we heard as children. We were never prepared, for or as, we had been now. Those, training sessions I spent, against the worlds, were natural fluid motions. I felt as a great conqueror, you know those stories with the great warriors.I did not care about glory, I was just here, fighting alongside my brothers. We had fought a long time; we were our keepers. Some had slowed down, from the enemies' illusions. This war was not Lyke any we had. We knew of the rumors, the had managed to switch tactics. These tactics, were more psychological, this time. They were twisting our fears, against us. Team Leader, he was down, I knew he would. I didn’t want it, not that I could not do it, it was not my thing. I did not come to rise the ranks, I came to clear the fields, give our people a fighting chance, to wake up tomorrow. I had my own family to fight for, I wanted them to survive, to see the Sun give them life, also. She showered us, for the inside, only some would not pick her fire up. I did not even think I was worthy. But, my chest, burned from the fire, it pushed us far. I only hope our brothers thought the same. By their position, it was a different outlook.Max, she carried the plasma cannon. She was core strong; she just could not move. The frequencies, had reached inside her body, and started decomposing her from the inside. The frequency had a slow effect on Max, she was the toughest in the squad. A handful, of us, were hunkered down, out of sight of their range of matter. Block, was another, part of them. He was this monster of a man, it's almost like he covers the light in the sky, if there was not so much smoke. I seem like the frequencies took him downWe have wars to fight in a lot of worlds, I’ve been gone a long time, I think. It has been a couple years or eons. I still don’t know about this time change. After they bent the timeline, the tried to surprise us. I met L.T Nate, on training. I was just a grunt, he managed in rank, fast. But we got along. He’s one of my famous brothers. I have a couple more, all over. Nate was different, his dad and my dad were friends. They served together, different zones, but later they were, church buddies. I was born into to it, they wanted more out of me, and I wanted more from the worlds.I could not give them what, I did have. I gambled away, what she left the children. They were fine, I thought. I was too busy fighting, I thought the cause, meant something to most. Majority really were all dead, just machines now. How I survived, I will never know. I already don’t miss the worlds, I miss the beauty, cultures, smells of kids laughing, beautiful, Maidens. I was always a sucker for a badass northern woman. South, ah, oh my that draw. Sexy as Miss Freya herself. The Brightest al eons, front, back, InSite, outlook, al be Ing I knew I was alive to carry a story, I didn’t know why. Eh oh well.I remember one battle well, it was ole Miss Dixie, herself. She was our bright southern star. So, many died for her. None in vain, per say. She just waved, soaking up the bath of blood. It was her passion for freedom, as her ancestor before her, had done. They represented the clan as far back as before war was. All we knew was war, they knew peace, at a cost. Our cost was us, theirs was a game of chance. Eh, oh well, it was, is and will be our fun, until we are sentenced. Just missing the one I have never met.The day I became a father, I knew, I had a hard mountain to climb. They had already judged me, what more could they do to me. Time showed the test, it was easy at first. Almost had manhandled the physician, my boy wasn’t breathing. I heard the gasp and crying, I knew he was cool. I stood down. Years to come, proved to be a few good lessons. They taught me to stay alive, how hard could this, actually be.They told us, we were doing a service, by keeping us away from the humans. We were a different makeup, of human. Unmodified, original before the first set of wars. They tried so many times to duplicate us. We bleed, we just heal too. It was a benefit, along with other, accessed memories. They knew, but they could not correct previous changes. It was as if Kenaz evolved on its own. Fire was everywhere like the stories we heard as children. We were never prepared, for or as, we had been now. Those, training sessions I spent, against the worlds, were natural fluid motions. I felt as a great conqueror, you know those stories with the great warriors.I did not care about glory, I was just here, fighting alongside my brothers. We had fought a long time; we were our keepers. Some had slowed down, from the enemies' illusions. This war was not Lyke any we had. We knew of the rumors, the had managed to switch tactics. These tactics were more psychological, this time. They were twisting our fears, against us. Team Leader, he was down, I knew he would. I didn’t want it, not that I could not do it, it was not my thing. I did not come to rise the ranks, I came to clear the fields, give our people a fighting chance, to wake up tomorrow.I had my own family to fight for, I wanted them to survive, to see the Sun give them life, also. She showered us, for the inside, only some would not pick her fire up. I did not even think I was worthy. But, my chest, burned from the fire, it pushed us far. I only hope our brothers thought the same. By their position, it was a different outlook.                                                                                        Max, she carried the plasma cannon. She was core strong; she just could not move. The frequencies had reached inside her body and started decomposing her from the inside. The frequency had a slow effect on Max, she was the toughest in the squad.A handful, of us, were hunkered down, out of sight of their range of matter.Block was another, part of them. He was this monster of a man, it's almost like he covers the light in the sky, if there was not so much smoke. I seem like the frequencies took him down the hardest. We have wars to fight in a lot of worlds, I’ve been gone a long time, I think. It has been a couple years or eons. I still don’t know about this time change. After they bent the time line, the tried to surprise us. I met L.T Nate, on training. I was just a grunt, he managed in rank, fast. But we got along. Hes one of my famous brothers. I have a couple more, all over. Nate was different, his dad and my dad were friends. They served together, different zones, but later they were, church buddies. I was born into to it, they wanted more out of me, and I wanted more from the worlds. I could not give them what, I did have. I gambled away, what she left the children. They were fine, I thought. I was too busy fighting, I thought the cause, meant something to most. Majority, really were all dead, just machines now. How I survived, I will never know. I already don’t miss the worlds, I miss the beauty, cultures, smells of kids laughing, beautiful, Maidens. I was always a sucker for a badass northern woman. South, ah, oh my that draw. Sexy as Miss Freya herself. The Brightest al eons, front, back, InSite, outlook, al be Ing I knew I was alive to carry a story, I didn’t know why. Eh oh well.I remember one battle well, it was ole Miss Dixie, herself. She was our bright southern star. So, many died for her. None in vain, per say. She just waved, soaking up the bath of blood. It was her passion for freedom, as her ancestor before her, had done. They represented the clan as far back as before war was. All we knew was war, they knew peace, at a cost. Our cost was us, theirs was a game of chance. Eh, oh well, it was, is and will be our fun, until we are sentenced. Just missing the one I have really never met.The day I became a father, I knew, I had a hard mountain to climb. They had already judged me, what more could they do to me. Time showed the test, it was easy at first. Almost had manhandled the physician, my boy wasn’t breathing. I heard the gasp and crying, I knew he was cool. I stood down. Years to come, proved to be a few good lessons. They taught me to stay alive, how hard could this, actually be.They told us, we were doing a service, by keeping us away from the humans. We were a different makeup, of human. Unmodified, original before the first set of wars. They tried so many times to duplicate us. We bleed, we just heal too. It was a benefit, along with other, accessed memories. They knew, but they could not correct previous changes. It was as if Kenaz evolved on its own. Fire was everywhere like the stories we heard as children. We were never prepared, for or as, we had been now. Those, training sessions I spent, against the worlds, were natural fluid motions. I felt as a great conqueror, you know those stories with the great warriors.I did not care about glory, I was just here, fighting alongside my brothers. We had fought a long time; we were our keepers. Some had slowed down, from the enemies' illusions. This war was not Lyke any we had. We knew of the rumors, the had managed to switch tactics. These tactics, were more psychological, this time. They were twisting our fears, against us. Team Leader, he was down, I knew he would. I didn’t want it, not that I could not do it, it was not my thing. I did not come to rise the ranks, I came to clear the fields, give our people a fighting chance, to wake up tomorrow. I had my own family to fight for, I wanted them to survive, to see the Sun give them life, also. She showered us, for the inside, only some would not pick her fire up. I did not even think I was worthy. But, my chest, burned from the fire, it pushed us far. I only hope our brothers thought the same. By their position, it was a different outlook.Max, she carried the plasma cannon. She was core strong; she just could not move. The frequencies, had reached inside her body, and started decomposing her from the inside. The frequency had a slow effect on Max, she was the toughest in the squad. A handful, of us, were hunkered down, out of sight of their range of matter. Block, was another, part of them. He was this monster of a man, it's almost like he covers the light in the sky, if there was not so much smoke. I seem like the frequencies took him downWe have wars to fight in a lot of worlds, I’ve been gone a long time, I think. It has been a couple years or eons. I still don’t know about this time change. After they bent the timeline, the tried to surprise us. I met L.T Nate, on training. I was just a grunt, he managed in rank, fast. But we got along. He’s one of my famous brothers. I have a couple more, all over. Nate was different, his dad and my dad were friends. They served together, different zones, but later they were, church buddies. I was born into to it, they wanted more out of me, and I wanted more from the worlds.I could not give them what, I did have. I gambled away, what she left the children. They were fine, I thought. I was too busy fighting, I thought the cause, meant something to most. Majority really were all dead, just machines now. How I survived, I will never know. I already don’t miss the worlds, I miss the beauty, cultures, smells of kids laughing, beautiful, Maidens. I was always a sucker for a badass northern woman. South, ah, oh my that draw. Sexy as Miss Freya herself. The Brightest al eons, front, back, InSite, outlook, al be Ing I knew I was alive to carry a story, I didn’t know why. Eh oh well.I remember one battle well, it was ole Miss Dixie, herself. She was our bright southern star. So, many died for her. None in vain, per say. She just waved, soaking up the bath of blood. It was her passion for freedom, as her ancestor before her, had done. They represented the clan as far back as before war was. All we knew was war, they knew peace, at a cost. Our cost was us, theirs was a game of chance. Eh, oh well, it was, is and will be our fun, until we are sentenced. Just missing the one I have never met.The day I became a father, I knew, I had a hard mountain to climb. They had already judged me, what more could they do to me. Time showed the test, it was easy at first. Almost had manhandled the physician, my boy wasn’t breathing. I heard the gasp and crying, I knew he was cool. I stood down. Years to come, proved to be a few good lessons. They taught me to stay alive, how hard could this, actually be.They told us, we were doing a service, by keeping us away from the humans. We were a different makeup, of human. Unmodified, original before the first set of wars. They tried so many times to duplicate us. We bleed, we just heal too. It was a benefit, along with other, accessed memories. They knew, but they could not correct previous changes. It was as if Kenaz evolved on its own. Fire was everywhere like the stories we heard as children. We were never prepared, for or as, we had been now. Those, training sessions I spent, against the worlds, were natural fluid motions. I felt as a great conqueror, you know those stories with the great warriors.I did not care about glory, I was just here, fighting alongside my brothers. We had fought a long time; we were our keepers. Some had slowed down, from the enemies' illusions. This war was not Lyke any we had. We knew of the rumors, the had managed to switch tactics. These tactics were more psychological, this time. They were twisting our fears, against us. Team Leader, he was down, I knew he would. I didn’t want it, not that I could not do it, it was not my thing. I did not come to rise the ranks, I came to clear the fields, give our people a fighting chance, to wake up tomorrow.I had my own family to fight for, I wanted them to survive, to see the Sun give them life, also. She showered us, for the inside, only some would not pick her fire up. I did not even think I was worthy. But, my chest, burned from the fire, it pushed us far. I only hope our brothers thought the same. By their position, it was a different outlook.                                                                                        Max, she carried the plasma cannon. She was core strong; she just could not move. The frequencies had reached inside her body and started decomposing her from the inside. The frequency had a slow effect on Max, she was the toughest in the squad.

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍

08/12/2022 03:36 PM 

12 August (PUT)

Harlee Kincaide "He sweeps her hair back from her ears and he swings her above his head. He says she is his émerveillement, he says he will never leave her, not in a million years." -Anthony Doerr

Maribelle.

08/12/2022 02:06 PM 

Pop-up Task Friday. (08/12/2022).

Samantha Leann Wagner {Mother}"You are stronger than you know, smarter than you think, and more amazing than you know. Thank you for being my role model. You mean so much to me, mom" 

sᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛᴊᴜʟɪᴇᴛ♔

08/12/2022 01:42 PM 

A Thousand Years.

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Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love when I'm afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehowOne step closer I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more "I will not let anything take away " The bunker is hardly an example of anything that could be described as romantic. The walls were covered with cryptic doodles, and relics of the game's "players" and their exploits remained undiscovered on the lone table that occupied the confined room. There is a musty stench that is hardly detectable by them, but it penetrates every item of fabric inside the walls. At first, it had been overpowering, a constant reminder of its position buried deep under the ground, surrounded by the wet soil many people had stomped over without any idea what exactly lay beneath the surface. But now it was familiar and comfortable, a perfume bereft of its newness that had now settled in the air, which they inhaled by the lungful at any opportunity they could find to do so. Betty had taken great care to remove the itchy sheets and had replaced them with an older pair that she hoped her mother wouldn't notice. The blanket was an old throw hanging on the back of the threadbare sofa in the Jones' trailer for years, which is why it had faded and worn over time.Betty is of the opinion that it is private, and theirs is more than sufficient compensation for the fact that it is not a perfect situation, what with the metal walls and the remnants of the people who lived there in the past. They had brought new bedding and pillows and even left behind several rolls of toilet paper and an extra charger, but that was the extent of the alterations they had made. Even though they had made the bunker the safest place they could find, it was still an important site in the continuing inquiry that they were desperate to solve. The "game" was becoming more mysterious with each passing day.Betty's eyes dart over the ribbed ceiling, the little clusters of dust spread between the rafters, and the handcrafted dolls still hanging by the rope. Everything is precisely the same as it was the first time they entered the room. She can't quite figure it out. It seems they're on the verge of a breakthrough, so very close to discovering some semblance of logic buried between the pages of 'the scripture.' Still, until the book is in their hands, she is not confident that the puzzle pieces will fit together, no matter how hard she tries to shove them together."Would it be too much trouble to simply take them down?" Jughead murmurs something as he runs his fingers through her unkempt locks and brushes his lips on her temple as the two of them are lying between the blankets with their limbs entwined.She brings to his attention the fact that "it's evidence. Since we don't have much else right now, I believe it's important to preserve as much of what we have as possible.""The scripture is necessary for us." Because it is a fact, he states it as if it were a fact. They need it because nothing else about the game will matter to them if they don't know the rules.The blue fluid and the guys' bodies were far too natural for there to be anything that was not an equally real piece of literature directing their every action. That train of thinking led her to the following idea, which is that specific activities would never be carried out in the absence of detailed instructions. "Ethel only needs to get her hands on it, right?""No one else is there but her. There doesn't seem to be any other choice."She does a little twist of her neck to attract his attention. "That gives me an idea."As a wave of worry sweeps over Jughead's face, he lifts both of his eyebrows and develops creases across his forehead. "I'm listening.""What would happen if you directly asked her for it?""Well, Velma, I must say that you have certainly devised a sound strategy. I really cannot wait to put this one into action. Betts, where should I go to inquire about her? Where are you? Where are we? If I go out at night and stroll through the woods, I may discover her standing on stilts with a sheet draped over her and branches woven into her hair."Betty chuckles and gives him a little smack on the chest before bending down to plant a kiss on the grin that is beginning to curl around the corners of his lips. Her lips linger for a split second longer than necessary, lingering over his, before she pulls away and raises an eyebrow, doing her best to convey her displeasure with the apparent use of sarcasm that he has been making. "First, I can't even begin to tell you everything wrong with that statement since it's so comprehensively incorrect. Therefore, I won't. However, there's a chance that you're onto something here." She adjusts her position again, bending to the side and looking upward at him while resting her head on her hand. She is well aware that what she will say may not be the most pleasing idea, but given her present circumstances, it is the only one she has. It wouldn't hurt to ask her if you wanted to participate in the game, would it? As he looks at her from below, he again has that expression of bewilderment on his face, with his eyebrows returning to their previous place near his hairline and his lips drawn into a thin line. While talking, Betty reaches up and runs her thumb over the deep wrinkle with the palm of her hand. "There was a time when she liked you, Juggie. I have a sneaking suspicion that she won't be able to resist the allure of your good looks. What if we both worked to get the knowledge from separate sources? You could find it from one, and I could see it from another. Our parents are in the know about something, but I'm not sure what it is precise; nonetheless, we will find out. You try to cajole information out of our lovely Princess Etheline, and I'll work on my mother. While you do that," she stops, amused by how he rolls his eyes so quickly, as if the practiced move is merely a reflex."Divide and conquer? Is it the master strategy you have in mind?"She offers a correction, saying, "Do whatever it takes to break the case. That sums up the master strategy.""No matter what it takes?" He asks her as he pulls her closer to him while simultaneously tightening the arm draped around her waist.She mumbles, "Whatever it takes," as her lips find to hold on to his chest, and she presses a kiss just above his heart, then just above that, going upward in sync with his hands moving in the other way. "Whatever it takes," she says. What's standing in front of me,

Matias (multi character, 21+ rp)

08/12/2022 01:40 PM 

Alternative starter for Matias

For a year he traveled from what was once his home, his pack all murdered by hunters who has slipped into the territory to hunt and kill his kind, though they had little success in doing so.  It was when they couldn't hunt them successfully that they decided to burn the land they lived on that he was forced to watch and listen to his pack as they burned alive to include his mate and pups.  Since then he became cold hearted towards humans in general but had to blend in when ever he passed through human territories.  His ability to merge into the shadows able to get him out of more then his fair share of troubles.  He needed to find himself a permanent home once again, and he knew that even though he was once an alphas son and the next leader of the pack, that didn't mean another pack would accept him.  In fact the several packs he ran into already through his year of searching had either sensed it and denied him, or denied him because they were scared of his wolf.  He was a dire wolf, and although big for his kind, he had been around bigger direwolves in the past so he didn't think it to be an issue, other smaller wolves however feared that size because he was bigger then normal wolves. After a month of not seeing a good sized forest he finally arrived to this one and sensed there was a pack inside.  Sighing, he would walk through the past the borderline and entered into the territory as he looked around and took in the scents and scenery as he shifted into his wolf form wanting to stretch his wolf legs and give his humans ones a rest.  He was thirsty more then hungry so he began looking for water.

bones of the crossed.

08/12/2022 12:12 PM 

Lets maintain some order.

[ 1. ] It should go without saying that my reality off the computer will always trump whatever is going on online. Please do not let my online icon fool you: sometimes I'm checking in via mobile; other times, I'm  multi-tasking between my work obligations and role-play. NOTE: I am currently on Mountain Standard Time. [ 2. ] While I am not new to role-playing, I did retire after a near 12-year stint back in 2018. This is significant due to the fact I still consider myself semi-retired; unfortunately, my real life is quite unpredictable at the moment and makes allocating a defined amount of time to role-play near impossible. If patience is not your virtue, I may not be the writing partner for you.[ 3. ] I have zero tolerance for drama. Who and how I interact with people is no one's business but my own. I have no desire to get pulled into people's "he did this and she did that". I am far too old to be dealing with high school theatrics.[ 4. ] Paragraphs full of mistakes tend to make my head pound. Also, while we are on the topic of literary expectations: I consider myself a multi-para writer; the length of my posts are completely dependent on what I've been offered. I do not intend on matching the lengths of our responses; sometimes things can be said and done in more or less words.[ 5. ] I really cannot stress enough how much reality will always have priority. My full time job isn't 8 hours a day, 40 hours a week; I am on duty 24/7 (if you know, you know). I will do my best to get back to people in a timely fashion.[ 6. ] Discord ( hiddenwrath#3213 ) is available for banter, storyline discussions, and minor chit chat. However, please keep in mind that I may not be the Flash or Quicksilver when returning chat messages (though they will be noticeably faster than messages/commets). While the green/red/yellow/gray icon may be visible, I may not be available. A quick little tidbit: I am currently in a supervisory position and the only one on my team that has any knowledge of my field; my phone blows up with texts and phone calls daily. It's a slow period now, but come September, I expect to receive even more phone calls asking for me to physically be somewhere. Discord will be your best mode of communication during these exhausting times, but it won't be perfect. [ 7. ] Thirsty people are turn offs; Rumlow and I are not interested. If the chemistry is there, more power to our characters, but it's not a plot line I'm looking for.[ 8. ] I take the craft of writing rather seriously (even when I don't intend to). My process of writing requires me to write ideas down, add details to those ideas, and continually edit the work before I deem it fitting to send out. In laments terms, it may take me a while to return literature; I don't want to send something half-assed your way if I can help it. On average, it usually (but not always) takes me 2+ hours PER 800+ word post.   --More quidelines will be added as the need arises.Signed,The Writer Behind Brock Rumlow

Maribelle.

08/12/2022 10:53 PM 

Task 034- Family Tree.

The Wagner Family Tree. Maribelle's family is a big family, she has aunts and uncles from both sides of her parents but only cousins from her dad's side. They are all close to age and they are close in relationship as well. Maribelle learned that there was family drama going back to her great-grandparents due to their parents not wanting them to be together but they did not care. They followed their heart. She could see where she gets her brave, independent and determined mind-set. There are a few of family members who have passed but they are honored in the tree. She does not have any nieces or nephews at the moment. She hopes that her sister will find someone who will value her and hopefully make her an aunt. She has different last names in her family tree as always the women would taken upon their husband's last name. 




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