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Deviant Ecstasy (MCRP)
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Deviant Ecstasy (MCRP)
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ԼყɾíϲɑƖ Ɗҽɑեհ
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03/17/2024 04:24 PM
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Have you heard about the Paleman?
Before Lestat found himself summoned from the music of the 2000s, he was awake around the 60s to 70s. Although rock music was something that had touched Lestat's black heart even at these times, he did not pursue a career as a singer in public, no...he was still hesitant to get out to the public and share his true nature with those of his kind and the humans. The desire was always there though, crawling slowly with the years, and the added disappointment throughout the decades would make him burst in the age of millennials when the supernatural element had become something fancy...Late at night in the city that never sleeps...a silver Plymouth Barracuda stops outside the well-known pub with colored letters on its name. Lestat gets out of the car; he was alone. Short hair to the end of his neck, a leather jacket, a fine silk shirt, and then casual pants accompanied by some loose boots. He takes a few steps and then places a cigarette between his lips, lights it, and takes a deep draw. You see, he could not go along the 70s without following the trends of humans, and why not? He was enjoying all the bad habits and decay around the streets of this era so much. He looks at the partly cloudy sky above the city lights and smirks, then he starts walking towards the club. Once the door closes behind him, everyone looks at him and greets him with their glasses raised up.Oh yes, he was known in that part of town, but no one really knew his real name; he was going around by nicknames that he did not even create. The most common to address him was The Pale Man; nobody knew when or from where he came, but he entered the Mafia family and rose up the hierarchy quite fast. Yet Lestat was not aiming to be a Mafia boss; he loved to be sent on the most complicated missions and put himself out there when things with the gangs would go bad.Most gangs would fear him but also get rewards if they were able to ever kill him and remain unknown, which gang did it, otherwise a phenomenal war would burst once more against the families and their leaders, something that had been going on for a long time and was finally peaceful since 5 years. Lestat's head on a plate was an ongoing challenge... He was so unpredictable for them all, even for the members of his gang, and his boss was not always able to find him either. They said that the guy was crazy, a psychopath, and a maniac when it came to hunting down and killing. Hence some other not-so-popular nicknames: the crazy hound, the reaper, and the unseen killer.He went and sat behind a table, placing his hat on the table. The drinks started coming, landing on the old wooden table before he even took a seat. Happy faces, drunk faces, doped faces around...and the smoke rising from every corner. The Boss was informed by a waiter about the man's arrival, and he was going to meet with his crazy right hand. He sat at the same table with him and ordered only a few special people to stay, the five that would accompany him on tonight's mission. The boss told him that the second-in-power new gang members stole a truck from them last night to show their worth, but that would have terrible consequences and a lesson had to be delivered to all of them to remember not to mess in someone else's territory.Lestat was looking at him with a dead cold expression yet eyes that were sparkling for action and more...blood. "Consider it done," he said as he blew a good amount of smoke upwards and took a sip from his whiskey."Will you need more guns? You can come in the back and pick any babies you like." Lestat smirked and pulled out his own custom shotgun with a three-digit number engraved to make it differ from the rest. "Oh, I am good with this one...don't worry, I work efficiently." The gun was mostly for demonstration; he was using the bullets wisely since his aim was perfect by being a vampire. Also, he could not go unarmed and show his powers; otherwise, every case would be a matter of minutes...but where is the fun in that all? To shoot was something more intriguing to him; the way the blood would spray the asphalt or the walls, the adrenaline and the heartbeats of everyone around, the fear in their breaths...and of course the strategy on how to catch them all. For Lestat, it was a game and a great feeling to be seen and be important to something.However, he could not predict something else; there was a traitor from the inside, a spy, and he knew they were going to the other side of the city, enough time to warn the other gang on time, and they were pretty much prepared now. They brought more guns and people from the neighborhoods. Lestat and the rest of his companions were trapped in the middle of the gunfire, and they could not move; whoever would try to shoot was getting killed. Lestat motioned to the hidden ones that he would go out to end the matter and at this distraction, they would be able to escape and ask for help back at the base. And so he did...armed, he jumped outside and started running to the corner, then pointed his gun upwards and was shooting the men that were on the roof of the warehouse altogether, but there were too many, and the others came out too from the back...at that time, the noise of the bullets was non-stop, but some of them found his body and made him fall....he seemed dead for quite some time, when the men loading their guns and laughed at his failure, he suddenly came to life and ran towards the paddock's wall, climbed up, and then fell on the other side, escaping.This incident and how the Pale Man got shot but he got up and ran away with such speed was going around. "Have you heard about the Paleman?" The rumors started getting wild; the news even reached the cops' ears, corrupted and not, they would investigate his case to find out more about who this man was. His men started looking at him a bit weird too, just wondering what had happened. Some of them that were at the gates running to leave saw clearly that he was shot directly and they knew he was not wearing any protective cloth underneath. Was he a demon...a devil...? Feeling the pressure, Lestat knew it was time for this nice story to come to an end...you see...everyone needed answers but was too afraid to ask. Sooner or later, someone would see him feed from the victims or use his powers, and then...that would attract the court of his own kind...bad news.And so the Pale Man had to die for good. Lestat had to set up his death in public for all to see and stop the rumors from spreading further. One night he pretended to be very drunk and was calling everyone to follow him home to keep the party going, but of course, no one was taking him seriously in this state....giving out the address, he would be going now, everyone knew, surely the spy among them too. He stood up, stumbling, he headed to the exit, getting in his car and driving home now. The hints were delivered, the assassins would follow him home or find him the next day.The night passed in silence, nothing happened, not even a suspicious move in the yard, but...the information reached the antagonist's family. He sensed now that there was a scent of hatred in the air and danger. He took his time, wore his best clothes, and picked up his pistol for one last time...this metallic thing had become a friend over the years. Funny to think that he would be bonding more with an object than a living person because sometimes the objects, if not broken, would be able to be kept safely until the time he would find them again...just like his precious violin.As he was walking outside slowly, he looked around; his ears caught the wheels spinning in the road coming from the next block...yes...his course of death would be arriving in seconds....He reached the fence and he pulled out his gun to "defend" himself and show that he would make an effort. As the black car sped from the corner of the street, they stopped shortly outside the Pale man's house...Lestat opened his arms wide open and smirked at them as they started emptying their guns on him until he was down...The car sped again, abandoning the crime scene.And like this, the death of Paleman happened in front of everyone's eyes, and no one questioned it.They checked him and found no heartbeat; time and date of death: 13th of February at 9:00 am. The body was collected from the yard, and no one ever spoke about this case again.Just a known human gangster who got in someone's eye and was killed...And so Lestat came out of the shallow ground and sank himself in sleep back in his family's mausoleum until 2001.
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A.C.
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03/17/2024 11:29 PM
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Darkness Falls Drabble/Open Starter
May 2nd, 1998. Everybody remembers where they were that day. A day that would go down in history in the wizarding world. It had become a victory for the world when Voldemort had finally been defeated, and they could live in peace away from his cruel darkness. However, that day would also become a tragedy for all wizards and witches and magical creatures alike. A type of heartbreak that would haunt them. Everyone lost someone they cared about: a colleague, a family member, a friend. Over fifty people lost their lives that day. At least fifty that they could confirm as some bodies were never found. The moment word spread through the castle of Voldemort’s death, A.C. was near the North Tower bleeding on the floor after receiving multiple stab wounds from a curse. While A.C. had faced the bridge of death during the battle, he still felt like he had gotten off easy compared to others. For several months he stayed at St. Mungo’s where his father worked. Thanks to some herbs and remedies, he was able to heal his physical injuries in a matter of days. The psychological damage from the post traumatic stress took a lot longer to heal. A few of those months he lived in the psychiatric ward of the hospital as a patient. As time went on, he slowly began to lean off the medications and restrictions were lifted one by one. After his recovery, A.C. stayed on helping his father and the other doctors mentoring other patients. Nearly nine years had passed. The now twenty-seven-year-old Half-blood was now living in a small two bedroom house on the outskirts of Birmingham, England. Despite living alone, the house was hardly ever silent. A muggle police scanner and wizard radio were turned on almost constantly; he even had a tape player blasting metal and hard rock while he worked and/or trained. Most days he listened to the same ole usual reports. Sometimes a small tragedy would strike such as a robbery or a motor vehicle accident but nothing to raise any concerns. At least for him anyways. A.C. was listening to his scanner and radio while working on his 1963 Bel Air when something else caught his attention. Reports were coming in more and more of muggles sighting these things they decided to call “Rems”. A.C. had heard about Rems before but thought they were a myth. If they were real, then why are they suddenly showing up now? He set his tools down then turned off the scanner and radios with a flick of his wand. He put on his jacket before grabbing some Floo Powder, stepping into the fireplace speaking in a loud, clear voice “Diagon Alley!” In an instant the world began whirling around him as he was wisked away up north, the whirling stopped just as quickly it had came as he stumbled onto the ground. Looking up he could see he had landed in the alley behind Ollivander’s Wand Shop. Standing up, he quickly brushed himself off walking into the village; hopefully someone or something there could give him any answers.
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GTA5
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03/17/2024 03:39 PM
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Vic
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《Basic Info》 Full Name: Goes By: Age[appearance]: <16> Age [Physically]: <19> Nationality: Sexuality: Gender: 《Physical Info》 Height: <5FT> Weight: <90LBS> Eye Colour: < BLACK > Hair Colour: < BLACK > Hair Style: < CURLY > Skin Tone: < VITILIGO >
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StarVsTheForcesOfEvil
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03/17/2024 03:15 PM
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Rose
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SouthPark
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03/17/2024 12:56 PM
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Karma
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Made By Julie :3 ``dumbasses!`` BASIC INFORMATION NAME KARMA BROFLOVSKI- HERO NAMES HUNTRESS- HUNTRESS- AGE 10+- RACE ?- BIRTHDAY ?- GENDER FEMALE- PRONOUNS HER/SHE- NEOPRONOUNS ?- SEXUALITY BI- BLOOD TYPE O- ``you needed something Stan?`` PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION HAIR COLOR GINGER- EYE COLOR GREEN- SKIN PALE- BODY SMALL AND PETITE- HEIGHT 4FT- WEIGHT 80LBS- HAIR 3FT LONG- THICK-MESSY- ACCESSORIES CHOKER-COLLAR- ``how boring`` OTHERE PHOTO TYPES ``uncover your mouth talking Kenny!``PERSONALITY LIKES CARTMAN-KENNY-KYLE-STAN-SEX-MEN-HUGE D*CKS- DISLIKES RUDE PEOPLE- PERSONALITY DEPENDS- ``Dude! Shut The F*** Up!`` BACKGROUND HOME SETTING BEFORE ?- MEDICAL HISTORY NO VOCAL CORDS- PHOBIAS DARKNESS- BACKSTORY N/A- FRIENDS TEAM STAN-
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𝕮𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖚𝖘
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03/16/2024 07:43 PM
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Shipwrecked
Shipwrecked intro post Ireland had been an amazing place to visit. Tyler Lockwood had received his inheritance from the death of his parents and immediately booked passage out of the States. The first place he could think of going was Ireland. With all the pubs there, he wasn't going to stop. He wanted to drink himself into a stupor which is exactly what he did. You just had to love Ireland. Tyler Lockwood certainly did.The young Lockwood heir had been born a wolf, but he did not find out about werewolves until he accidentally killed a girl during one of his drunken parties in Ireland. The spilling of blood had turned him into a monster with the first full moon after he'd spilled innocent blood. He had to find some answers, so it was time to go back home.The RMS Titanic was leaving Southampton, England to go to New York. Tyler knew he had to be on it. That's when he started the process to get back home. His substantial wealth and influence was able to secure him passage in one of the staterooms. He exited the taxi that brought him to the dock. The young heir was dressed in the finery of the day. The employees of the White Star Line were quick to take his bags and load them onto the ship. Having money was certainly an advantage in this day and age.Tyler took a few steps to admire the vessel. She seemed sturdy enough. It was said that God Himself couldn't sink this ship. After looking it over from the outside, Tyler actually was prone to believe it. He did notice another thing as he turned his attention to the gangplank. There were quite a few lovely ladies all around. Ever since he'd become a full fledged werewolf, he'd been more acutely aware of women when they were around. He liked girls before, but now he really liked girls.He started up the gangplank until he had to hand off his boarding pass to a White Star employee. The employee was a young man with a mop of dark black hair that was trimmed perfectly. His sapphire hues visually scanned the Boarding Pass. “Thank you Mr. Lockwood. Have a wonderful voyage.” The young man handed the pass back to Tyler and a key to his stateroom. “Just follow the signs to find your stateroom.”Tyler took the pass back and stuffed it inside his pocket. “Thank you.” He watched carefully as a group of about 5 girls passed by him as he stood there. “Yeah. I'm sure it will be…fantastic.” He smirked as he started to make his way onto the Deck. Were all the beautiful women in the world on this ship?He was strolling broadly, not caring who saw him when he did. The logical thing to do would be to make his way to his stateroom. Given the time he took to examine the vessel from the outside and the steps to Boarding he took, they should have his bags in there. He pulled the key out of his pocket. It had A-37 printed on it in bold type on the tag. He wrapped his fingers around the tag itself. He began his stroll in the direction of the staterooms looking for that particular one. It was a lovely day for a stroll. Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus credit: james kriet
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Regina.
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03/16/2024 07:42 PM
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Storyline ideas.
Plot Bunnies. 1. They are at the beach having a fun day when the Jaws music starts playing out of nowhere. How will they deal with the sight of a great white shark? 2. A hurricane is heading to the city. Will they be able to survive the storm or get caught up in it? 3. They are having a boat party on the sea and having a fun day when they jump into the water and forget to put the ladder down. Now, they are stuck in the sea, unable to get up. How did they do with this? 4. They are at Disneyland when a terrorist attack occurs. Muse A Regina works there as Snow White. How will Muse B, a guest at the park, deal with the situation?5. Two friends are embarking on a road trip across California. They come across a hitchhiker during their journey and decide to give him a ride. However, things take a turn for the worse when they discover that the hitchhiker is a murderer. Now, they must find a way to survive the night and escape the dangerous situation they have found themselves in.6. Muse A and Muse B are on a busy street in California, specifically a shopping center. Suddenly, they are hit by a massive earthquake that shakes the ground beneath them, causing buildings around them to crumble. The question is, how well will they work together to survive?7. Everything was going smoothly at Universal Studios until a city-wide blackout caused them to get stuck on a ride. 8. They are having fun at a spring carnival until they notice someone in a ghost mask stalking them at night. Will they be able to lose the stalker, and is he dangerous?
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Roblox
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03/16/2024 05:06 PM
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Roblox oc
Current mood:
aroused
1)Basic information eg:Alice Rosario Evansage dependsfemalevampire neko demon shape shifterbisexualaro/polyromantic 2)Appearance eg: 4ft90lbspale soft fragile skin small petite skinny feminine bodybrown and pink 3ft long thick messy hairsharp vampire fangspink big fluffy cat ears and tailspider legs and demon wingsdark clothing 3)Personality eg.Sweetcaringlovingniceanxiousoverwhelmed 5)Likes and Dislikes L:sweetsmensexhuge d*cksDL:rude people 6)This and that, eg. she almost never sleeps or eatsshe has 30+ friends(goning by how many I have on Roblox)she loves horrorshe is easily bored 7)Hobbies eg. readingplayingsingingdancingwatching
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𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒𝒟𝑜𝓋𝑒™️
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03/16/2024 04:47 PM
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TaleOfElla-ByTheBook
She was raised in a modest cottage on the outskirts of the king's Palace, and oil lanterns shine. With her mother and father dotting upon her and King's and Queens were the tiny meadow mice and farm animals she cared for in her younger life. She had a free-spirited soul. That could find beauty even in the darkest of nights. A tiny candle, always lite, flickered in each corner of her mind. She was much like her mother. Whose soul Ella thought was made of the wishing flowers surrounding their home and read to Ella and taught her great literature and told her of all the magicks of the world. She told her that the earth has a voice, as do the animals all around. If you had the heart to listen and lead with kindness instead of a darker sound. Her mother was dainty, and delicate, too.Not more than a farm girl who barely went to school. But when she met Ella's Papa, he saw the beauty beyond her locks in the lass and took it upon himself to spread his wings and teach her the written word, and reading at last. Now that they bore a daughter, her mother was firm in raising her right. Teaching her the same way Ella's father taught her how to care for the farm and the daily tackles of life. Ella felt as if her life was ripped out of a page from one of the fables her mother would read. Her father, a merchant, always bought back exotic scents, fabrics and trinkets for his beauties every time he had left them through the years.They were not poor, or rich by any means. But they never had a need or whim that couldn't be provided by her father's hands, and they even had servants to help with their daily needs. But the servants were not looked upon as other people would treat them. They were equals, families and to be respected at all times, and they looked upon Ella as a little Princess song dove and when she would question, "But I do not wear a crown?" They told her, and her mother would echo too; a crown is just a material want. Her crown came from the stars above and was placed on her by her gentle heart.On the day of her mother's passing, Ella felt a shift in the air long before. In the weeks and months before she became bedridden, she had slowed down her daily chores. Of course, Ella never minded and didn't view the farm as chores or work. She felt, just as a person, that it was alive in spirit and deserved equal love and care. But she could feel her mother's light dwindling, losing the fragrance light in her eyes, and even though her Papa denied it, to himself and her, Ella felt it in her heart. That early afternoon in spring was kissed by an unusual winter chill, and as she was picking raspberries and strawberries in the field, a crisp, strong wind blew. All the wishing flowers she always thought of as her mother's soul, each one a molecule making up her mother's heart, suddenly blew away like tiny fairies trying to escape the pending storm. Ella's small hands and smaller finger pressed upon her rosebud lips, and she dropped the wicker basket she held, and the berries poured over the emerald fields. She sprinted back to her cottage at once and rained through the long butter wheat fields around their home. Each strand whipped her creamy porcelain skin, lashing much more than the flesh it bore. Tears weltered in her forest-colored eyes, and her dark lashes splayed like tiny feathers, each one holding a tear that sparkled like the jewels of her mother's martial ring. As soon as she entered the door, she called out, "Papa? Mama? Where are you?" It was then that her father, with his head shrouding downward, would come into the room.She could see the shadows holding to his silhouette and not one of his frames upon the wall, and she felt the heaviness and tears as he finally explained to Ella her mother was sick and would soon depart. Her eyes swelled with a million tears, equating the rivers and streams around her, and like the floodgates of her soul, she poured and cried, and her father pulled the golden lass into his chest. Once she calmed down just enough, she walked into the room where her mother lay. She was cold, and her father had an array of puffy white blankets that looked to Ella like a chariot to heaven's gate. Even sick, her mother radiated like a stolen sacred flower from the garden of Eden, and as she kneeled besides her mother, her eyes flickered open, pouring in her crystal azures with such depth.Her voice was brittle as if it would break, but she struggled past it, wanting this moment with her daughter before she would pass, and one of her last words to Ella was, "Have courage and be kind, for there is much braver as this, and a heart that leads in such a way can never go wrong, and happiness will fill your days." As the last words spilled from her lips, her cherub face would slump to the side and at that moment, the sun yawned its goodbye and slipped into the horizon below as Ella wept, cried and her father gathered the little dove in his arms....Years with her father-- For many years, it was just the young Ella and her father, along with the servants, that graced their Cottage home. But both kept her mother's memory alive and read the same fables she once read to her. Her father did not know of them all as often as he was away on business abroad, and when Ella would read to him, he would see the same eyes and gentle voice held in her mother's song. He was so proud of his little dove and the young woman she was becoming. She took it upon herself to tend to the animals, and gardens, the same ones her mother planted from scratch. It was a tiny area on the side of their home that her father's family swore would never bear a single plant. Her father, who inherited the home, never questioned his own father's word and had admiration and respect for him in all of his father's days until his soul passed from this world. But his wife, when he was away on travel and the wild magical spirit that she was, planted an array of English flowers, the same ones that graced the palace gardens she adored, and when he came home, you would think he would be brass, but he loved his wife very much and pulled her into his arms. . Ella contained the spirit of her mother and, from him, his wisdom and logical sense. It was a contrast and ribbon between the two that made up Ella's unique spirit and heart, and she remembered her promise to her mother and repeated it each day, letting kindness lead her from the first morning rising star. Years would pass, and her father would long to love again, and Ella could see it in his eyes. One evening, as they sat in his study reading her mother's favourite poems, he had shared with her his wishes to marry a woman and her two youngest daughters. Ella loved her father so very much and embraced him, seeing the fret and worry upon his face. "Father, I do understand and marry you should, for even each petal of a rose is never the exact shade. In life, I believe Papa, loves can be this way too and the most beautiful of roses I have ever seen, "-giggling petting the nape of his neck as she sits upon his lap- "Are the in-perfections that make them ore beautiful still! So marry Papa and love once more! I shall love them too and embrace them whole!"The arrival of her step-mother, sisters and her father's untimely death--It was almost five years to the day since they lost her mother's soul and everything seemed to be perfect once again. Even spring broke into winter's lavish hold. The flowers in her mother's garden were rising under the sleepy soil below, revealing their kept mesmerizing colours in an array of roses, tulips and marigolds. Tiny bee's began to swarm and buzz, flickering their silvery wings in the streaming sunlight, and this would be the day that Ella would meet her father's new bride. She had two daughters, she was told, one only a year younger than the next. Both had hair with tight ringlets and both were well-educated, or so it would seem. But as Ella tended to the garden, she heard the hoofs of two heavy steeds. All of a sudden, a dark, luminous cloud made its descent in an almost perfect morning sky. It came in the form of a woman dressed in the latest of fashions and two daughters at her side. They had welcoming smiles and pleasant voices but the gentleness and sincerity never seemed to touch the shine in their eyes and this is where Ella's mother always told her, that the very essence of truth was written and could not hide. With graciousness and a welcoming soul, Ella excited greeted all the ladies at once and dusted her small hands on her apron before shaking the hands of them all. She noticed right away the coldness she felt as soon as she was next to them. But she shook it to the side and gave them a tour of their beloved, cherished home. One by one they picked apart this or that and even their cat rudely tore into the couch. Ella tried to politely brush him away, but he turned and hissed at her with an evil eyes. Days would pass, and even weeks, and she could still feel the chill in her bones.The cottage even seemed to lose its heart as they rearranged her mothers, pictures and seemed soul. This made poor Ella, tear almost daily, but she continued to try to be gracious and kind and each one of her mother's belongings in the attic where the meadow mice would often hide. Nearly a month would pass, and her father made the announcement that he would have to leave for just a few days. A new ship would port a few towns away and carrying the latest of spices and herbs. Being the kind-hearted man that he was always, he asked each girl what they would like for him to bring back. All spoke of extravagant things, but when not came to Ella, she wanted just one thing. She asked, "Father, I wish for a simple branch. The first one you see on your travels after leaving our town. I wish for you to keep it in your pocket close to your heart for you can always feel me, and think of me in every mile. Then upon your return please give it to me for it will be blessed and priceless having to carry you back home to me. Please, Papa? It's all that I wish for. I just want you back home, and with as much speed as the sun and the moon."It was nearing two weeks, and Ella's heart grew weary with much fright and equal fret. As the other's his new wife and her children rearranged their old cottage, transforming it and erasing her mother's very spirit. They even took down the most beloved portrait her father had spent a month's pay to have done. It was when Ella was barely a sugar plum and only reached as far as his father's knee long, and they sat for over three hours long. It was beautiful, and because it was painted with the finest of French oils, it never lost the lustre of colour in any way. Her mother's angelic eyes still held that glimmer, as though it were the very first day. It was nearly twilight when the news would come, delivered by an old family friend. It was an envelope with the contents of just her branch and the words of the man standing at the door.Ella's knees shook and gave way, and she pummeled to the ground, whimpering and sobbing, crying out why, as a puddle, a river formed all around. The others around gasped in annoyance, more concerned about how they all would survive, as Ellie pulled herself to her knees and stumbled up the stairs with her heart at her side. She sought the attic to rest on that very last night. The one that would redefine her entire life and couldn't sleep, or barely move as she cried in the pitch dark. The very next morning, when she awakened, the world seemed so different and foreign in her eyes, although she was still in her home, with the meadow mice, the King and the Queen at her side. She could feel a shift in the air that chilled her to the bones no matter how many layers she wore, and she nearly jumped, startled, when she heard a pile of dishes shatter on the floor. She gathered to her feet and chased her own shadow, or so it would seem, into the kitchen, where her stepmother's voice soared and roared. She was dismissing all the servants, cooks, and gardeners who never asked for too much.They were more than just hired help; they were the remains of Ella's family, a life she was losing as her stepmother barked on. Her teeth looked like sharp, jagged knives, ripping away each page in her life as she watched them scatter along the floor like burning feathers right in her sights. The staff all turned to Ella with tears staining down their cheeks and sniffling noses as they all shared the same fear of what would happen to the fair beauty they watched sprout up. Some even offered to stay with nothing more than food, shelter and a bed. But her stepmother insisted she couldn't even afford this and asked them to leave at once instead. More parts of her heart were taken from her that day, but still, she braved a smile and hugged each one of them, thanking them for being a part of her life.She gave them each a token from their home. Something they could look upon and remember, and I made them promise each other that they would send telegrams wherever they would land. They waved goodbye, and she held her head high in the thought that they were meant to go to this place in time. She was sure, because they all led with their hearts and knew to always be kind, that they would find a better place, even more so than this, and that their lives would be wonderful and sweet. These thoughts alone kept her heart feeling light, in spite of the darkness she could feel. Her stepmother's answer to the lack of help was to pour it upon poor Ella's back, and as much as she tried to resent this fact in caring for her childhood home, and her father's before him, she just couldn't do it. She looked upon it as an honor to be given such a big responsibility, and although some may view it as cruel, Ella tried to look upon it differently. Perhaps she was raised with less of a mother than she was blessed to have. Or maybe she simply did not know better, not wanting anything in her life. Whatever the reason, Ella was sure that one day her heart would soften if she just loved her beyond, and so, she did just this to spite all the daily harshness she would face and held a smile on her lips, eyes and heart.In her days, she made their breakfast and cleaned and hemmed in between. As well as tending to the farm animals outside, but this was the better part of her days. Ella finished her days all the same, and when the moon pinched up high in the inky sky. A ghostly apricot, pale and white, shimmers like a million stars. Her mother would tell her this was the best time to garden, when the roots were sleepy and still. She would add to their bedding the rich birthing soil and tuck each one gingerly in. At times, a winter chill would kiss the air pouring along the hills and the smokey mountain sides, like a vapor cascading downward over the tips of what looked like a saber tooth tiger. She would rip a piece of her hemming and wrap it around its frail little stems, warming it up just enough, so it wouldn't falter, shiver or bend. But some days, even for the little dove, her life would bear down much harder than others, and it was then that she had someone besides her who would cradle her and read her stories, as her mother once told her.On this particular day, just after breakfast, young Ella nearly lost her grasp. One of the field mice, whom she looked upon as family, was nearly eaten by their cat. He was so close, in fact, that the tiny mouse had teeth marks dragged across his fur. It's when Ella first brought him to safety in the attic, which she now shares with them. Then she reached for her shawl and headed to the stables, tears streaming like wildfire down her face as she leaped, twisted her tiny frame upon the steed, and galloped far, far away.Her eyes glazed over, and all she could hear was the steady gallop of the steed she rode upon. It was the very last part of her father's life. She refused to allow her stepmother to sell, trying, as she would say, to raise money to support them all. Ella knew he was worth some money as he was an Arabian pure raven hair steed and still very much so in the prime of his life as they melted beyond the carved-out path and into the denser darker of trees'. The soil blackened in this part of the forest as it was hardly touched by men, and the tree's had what almost looked to be decorating vines circling and twirling up the rich brown bark. Its branches of various kinds—oaks, maples and willows—grew wildly along the overgrown emerald-slick grass, and as her vision cleared, she could see many nests belonging to varying birds dotting along the edges of each branch.The air was so moist with a sweet, earthy scent that it invigorated her young mind and soul, and it almost had the power to fade away all the pain that she truly hid so well. But even this she knew had a reason to. Maybe the cat was neglected and not fed breakfast or yesterday's meal and was just too hungry out of sorts and only saw her friend the mouse as a savory meal. If he hadn't, then she would not have found this enchanted forest hushed so far away from the normal path she would travel, and she wouldn't have seen all the beauty around her if he hadn't made such a haste and mess. That's when she heard branches crackling all around her, or at least this is what she thought, as Ella turned her cherub face and brown spilling eyes all around, looking to where that sound could have been had. It was then that she finally locked eyes with an animal as gentle as he was soft.His fur was a dusting of crimson golden strands with little specks of wishing stars. He had two antlers so twisted and divine that she thought in his kind he must be royalty and his two black stones, onyx eyes, wide teardrops, and long lavish laces blinked almost frightened and petrified, which confused Ella, for she thought herself to be meek and unguarded. That's when they both shivered, hearing a hunting horn in the not-so-far distance and the galloping of many steeds sounding like the toppling of a tree's closing in the distance. Her heart sounded just as loud, and she felt it ripple inside as her lips perched tightly in fear as she gazed at the gentle one before her, and raised her voice, terrified for him." Go! You must run, and do so quickly; they are not too far behind us! I will try to distract them and if I can, but please, you must depart from this side of the forest!" She swore she could see him bow and blink with a single tear in his eyes as he leaped over a thick branch in front of him and just as quick as he appeared, he was gone, and she sighed, feeling a cool sweat bead upon her.A smile perched her trembled pink lips and her young breast rose above the powder blue bodice and deep bone lining, and she couldn't help but to giggle now, knowing this was yet another reason for that cat to act as he did before her. If she hadn't been in that forest, maybe the deer would have perished if the huntsman had found him and instead of roaming free he would have been on someone's plate before night would befall upon him. She was so relieved and suddenly felt so light, as if the entire world light up around her, and just when she was ready to find her way back home she heard the hoofing of a horse behind her.Ella tugged upon her steed, the leather strapping around the nape of his neck, turned and was faced with a nobleman on a grand horse in front of her. At that moment, the wind slightly picked up, and the different shades of green leaves swirled around all around them, and the ones that fluttered on the branches rustled in nature's song as they both stood gazing at each other. Her sun-drenched wheat coloured tresses spun as wildly as they did in the fields around her childhood home, and the fluctuating rise of her ample breast like two white clouds straining in her bodice before him. His eyes looked like the precious silk laces she kept on the side of her bed, wet and pristine, capturing all the light around him like seeing magical mirrors held to a certain haze. The curtaining of his black spooling hair and wavy locks framed his chiselled cheeks and the top of his thinking forehead as he looked as confused as she to find another soul in this depth of the forest.It was then that Ella would see his sword and hunting horn and her face, moments before soft and inviting, scowled at him with squinting eyes and a perfect pink pout transforming quickly in front of his eyes, and she asked, "What did he ever do to you, Sir, to be hunted and scared in his natural home? His poor heart is nearly giving way to fright. Could you please spare him some kindness and let him go and be in peace, leaving you and your men behind him?" She paused and tugged her bottom lips in the pearl of her teeth and nervously fretted about her steed and gazed behind her to make sure he really departed, and, thankfully, she couldn't see him. As she turned back to the gentleman, she was captured in his eyes once again, but she tried to keep her head held up to give confidence to her every word. In a much softer tone than before, she spoke again and petted her horse's thick black mane. "You know, Sir, sometimes it takes more courage and bravery to show kindness in a world seemingly built for anything such, especially when you truly do not have to."
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03/16/2024 03:02 PM
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Vidar Odinson
Name: Prince Vidar OdinsonAge: 25 in appearance.DOB: Spring SeasonRace: Norse God, AesirNationality: AsgardianSexuality: Gay. Bottom.Occupation(s): Shoe Maker. Warrior. Title(s): Norse God of Vengeance, Silence. Prince of AsgardNorse Name: --Eyes: Ocean BlueHair: Light BrownHeight: 5'9" Body: Slender, Lean build. Lite skin tone.Weight: 124lb.Tattoos: None.Piercings: None.Drink/Smoke: No/No.Color(s): White, Brown, Lite Blue, Silver, Gold, Black, RedPowers/Abilities: Superhuman strength, endurance, longevity, speed, regeneration, superior reflexes, resistance to magic, excellent senses and formidable combat skills.Weakness(s): -- Additional Fact(s): Best shoe maker of Asgard.Background: --
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⚔️Sons of Odin⚔️
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03/16/2024 02:49 PM
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Tyr Odinson
Name: Prince Tyr OdinsonAge: 31 in appearance.DOB: Summer SeasonRace: Norse God, AesirNationality: AsgardianSexuality: Bisexual. Make Lean.Occupation(s): Mercenary, HitmanTitle(s): Norse God of War, Prince of AsgardNorse Name: --Eyes: Ocean BlueHair: Dark BrownHeight: 6'3" Body: Muscular. Fit build. Lite tan skin tone.Weight: 190lbs.Tattoos: Runes on his body only present in direct sunlight.Piercings: None.Drink/Smoke: Mead/Yes.Color(s): Red, Black, Teal, Purple and Gray.Powers/Abilities: Superhuman strength, endurance, longevity, speed, regeneration, superior reflexes, resistance to magic, invulnerability to harm, superior senses and formidable combat skills.Weakness(s): --Additional Fact(s): --Background: --
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