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euphoria.

07/15/2020 03:58 PM 

— ( discography ) pt. 2

JOSIE’S DISCOGRAPHY. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ 1. elevator girl  (2020)               2. break my heart (2020)           3. don’t start now (2020)           4. know me (2020)5. be kind (2020)  ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇  

[𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝙺𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝]

07/15/2020 03:19 PM 

Ghosts of the Underground {part two}: Drabble

attention: | mentions: Ghosts of the Underground {Part Two}www.roleplayer.me/DorkKnight Apparently, just walking in wasn't her worst of plans. Sure, she didn't get to talk to the 'Boss' immediately, but as soon as you say 'I just want to make some money, I know the city like the back of my hand with my eyes closed' Penguin is surprisingly willing to give people chances. Granted, anyone that screwed him over usually went missing, and turned up in the harbor with some limbs missing, but that wasn't the point. After a brief conversation between the muscle that waved her in that she later came to know as Reggie and the Beak himself, Stephanie was waved over to his table, where the would be Kingpin was eating a late lunch of fish, fish and more fish, all in various states of… rare. "Alright, Missy. I like your style. I'll give you a job. A trial run, if you like. I need a package taken from the fish packing plant to an... old friend of mine." Saying nothing but raising a brow, waiting for more details, Cobblepot slowly grinned, seeing there was already an understanding of how things ran. "No questions? I already like you. He's paid half, so I know how much you're meant to bring back to me. Don't get any ideas." Unable to help herself, Steph shakes her head. "Me? Ideas? Wouldn't dream of it. I do have one question, actually. Is it bigger than a bread box? Will I need a bag?" Leaning in and studying her, eyes narrowed slightly, Oswald let out a sudden loud honk of a laugh, slapping the table top. "You're funny, kid. It's packaged. A bag might help you transport though. You'll get the delivery address from the packing plant. Now before I have Reggie here throw you out on your pretty little backside to get to work, what's your name." 'Ohsh*t' "Crystal. Cris. Cris Brown." 'Goddamnit' She blurts before her brain catches up with her, hoping her face stayed neutral in her panic. If anything happened on her face, neither of the men in front of her caught it. Nodding slowly, shifting to pick up his cigarette holder, Penguin waved her off with the outer hand. "Go on now, Cris. If you do well, we may have a spot for you in the family." 'Oh goodie… just what I always wanted…' Somehow, she managed to keep her inside voice inside. She needed money. She didn't really want to go with her other plans. "Thank you for the job, Mr Cobblepot." Receiving a grunt in response, and being led back out, Steph waited until she was a block away before she started swearing at herself. "Really? You immediately go to your mother's name?! What is wrong with you?! You're an idiot. Stupid, STUPID girl." The pick-up itself went smoothly enough. Someone at the Lounge was kind enough to call ahead about a new girl on a trial coming by to pick up the thing for the guy. While waiting by an industrial tub full of ice in a walk in fridge, the thought crossed her mind about how easy it would be for her to be locked in here and never heard from again, for real this time. However she was pleasantly surprised when a package in brown paper and twine was handed to her, along with a slip of paper, before being basically shoved out the door. Honor amongst thieves, or something. Or maybe they knew Penguin would handle any mess caused by a new girl messing things up. Her innate curiosity drove her to squeeze the package a few times, before sniffing at it, pulling a face, smelling only the fish. Probably by design. She'd have to remember that one. Unfolding the paper, she saw a number, which she took to be the sum remaining, and the address, which she immediately recognised, unless he had moved in her time away. "Oh, son of a bitch–" At least she had a rough idea of what was in a package this size now, if it was heading to that address. And she felt a whole less safe just carrying it about willy nilly. Maybe. She wasn't an explosives expert. A bump couldn't set off plastic explosives, right? 'Cake box.' Just to be sure. She could put it in a cake box and then yell at anyone trying to destroy her grandmother's birthday. Perfect. Great idea. Now. Where was the nearest bakery? Gingerly carrying the package under her arm, she poked around in the nearby production company dumpsters, before finding a donut box that wasn't entirely trashed. "That'll do…" Gently slipping the package into the box and closing it, she carried it flat, before setting out to find the mark. Travelling Gotham on foot took so much longer than she remembered. Job three, get some wheels. Maybe Mom still had her bike? Was she game enough to go and rob herself? Maybe. She'd deal with that later. Get rid of this first. "Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too." Taking in the sounds of the city as she made her way through it, some she missed, like music, passing snippets of conversation, laughter, traffic, and others she didn't, like the distant sounds of gunshots, sirens, screams for help, especially when she had to ignore them, she found herself standing across the street from an apartment block that she had been in only once before. She wished she had a disguise. Sighing heavily, hoping the Bats and Birds of Prey currently had more on their plates with the gangs than bothering keeping up to the minute tabs on the Riddler, Steph reluctantly moved through the building, taking the stairs to avoid the camera in the elevator. Checking down the hall of the floor and seeing it clear, she shook her head at herself, at her damned luck, – of course she'd get sent here first, the only way it could be a worse delivery would be if it was to Selina – and raised a fist to rap on the door, hanging her head. Maybe he wouldn't recognise her with her hair grown out. Last time she was here she had short hair. Maybe it wasn't even Eddie here anymore and it was all a coincidence. Maybe– The door opened a crack, the door chain in place. "Yes? Can I help you?" It was Eddie. Sighing softly, shoulders slumping, Stephanie raised her head, holding the box in both hands. "Delivery, Mr Nygma. From a friend…" 'Don't recognise me, don't recognise me, don't–' The door snapped shut, the sound of the chain sliding out of place, before the door flew open, and she was yanked inside, the door slamming behind her. While Steph stumbled, struggling to keep her balance, holding the box above her head before righting herself, Riddler jammed his cane into the base of her skull. "What game is the Bat playing now?" Lowering the box slowly, sitting it on top of her head, she turned it to face him and flicked it open, revealing the brown paper package. "No Bat at all, Eddie… Penguin." A long silence between them, Stephanie not moving while her, for better or worse, 'Uncle' peered into the box. Never a fan of the quiet, in any situation, she cleared her throat and offered a suggestion. "You could call and verify with him if you want. Maybe not with the landline though… last I knew the Birds of Prey were keeping tabs on you. It's how I found you the first time after-ow!" The cane came down across her knuckles sharply, jerking her hand back reflexively. "Yes, thank you, Miss Brown, I remember your last visit all too well. It was after your father died. Then you died. Supposedly…" However, he took the box from Stephanie's head, flinging the donut outer shell disguise across the room. "I got better…" She shrugged, not sure how else to respond to the statement that wasn't going to dredge up a years worth of healing and trauma. With a murmur of acknowledgement to the statement, the Riddler peeled off the brown paper packaging to confirm his order was accurate, before moving to open the cabinet under the kitchen sink. Taking the opportunity to glance at what was inside the package, Stephanie couldn't confirm or clarify her suspicion, before having a Chinese takeout bag stuffed into her hands. Peering into it reflexively, getting wrapped on the back of the head by the cane, Eddie shook his head. "You'd get shot doing that anywhere else. That's Ozzie's. Eyes up." Scowling and rubbing her head, she closed the bag. "I'll just have to remember to wait and be nosy when no-one is watching then." "Better. But keep your nose as clean as you can. Until you're liked and can get away with things. That's the only advice you'll get from me. Consider it even, for the Birds on the line tip." Narrowing her eyes slightly at the Riddler, she backed towards the door, before offering a weak scouts salute and letting herself out, and leaving the building as quickly as possible. She didn't want to get roped into any games, or busted, after all. Heading immediately from Riddler's apartment back to the Iceberg Lounge, doing her best to avoid gang lands where she could, (easier said than done, since territories had changed in the aftermath of her mistake, and the year following, and her not having access to current intel) Steph greeted Reggie at the door with a grin, holding up the bag. "Boss order some food?" Being waved in by an almost surprised looking doorman, she looked to the table Penguin was at earlier, before heading towards the office. Cris shouldn't have known where that was, but Stephanie knew all too well where it was, having crashed it several times. Wrapping a knuckle on the door, tilting her head as she looked at it, she folded her arms across her chest. 'Is this new?' "Enter." Came the response from the other side of the door, along with the muffled chirps and clicking of several birds. Opening the door a crack, peering in wearily to see Penguin on the other side of his desk, working through stacks of paperwork, surrounded by dozens of varying breeds of bird on all different perches, and in different cages, she pulled the door open more. 'This is definitely new…' "Uh, delivery from your friend, Boss?" She held up the bag, eyes drifting to the sparrows and robins on a perch built to look like a branch in the corner. "Ah, good. Bring it in." Crossing the room in a few quick strides, she sat the bag on the desk. "Did you count it?" Cobblepot grunts, taking the takeout boxes from the bag, and taking the bundles of bills from them. With a quick shake of her head, Steph folds her hands in front of her, squeezing them together. "I didn't touch it at all. Not mine." With a honk of a laugh, running the bills through a counting machine – he might have been willing to give chances, but he wasn't completely stupid after all – and confirming all the money was there, Penguin counted out a few of the bills and held them out to the blonde. "You did good today, Crissy. No trouble from Eddie either?" Reaching out for the bills, surprised to get so much for so little done so quickly, she shook her head in response to the question. "Good, good… welcome to the family. There's plenty more for you where that comes from." "I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie Brownwww.roleplayer.me/DorkKnighttemplate credit.

𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔

07/15/2020 03:19 PM 

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[𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝙺𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝]

07/15/2020 02:59 PM 

Ghosts of the Underground {part one}: Drabble

attention: | mentions: Ghosts of the Underground {Part One}www.roleplayer.me/DorkKnight "Leslie. I can't take it anymore. I gotta go back to school. I love you like a mother, and I appreciate everything you've done for me, but I need social interaction." It wasn't the first time this had come up. It certainly wouldn't be the last. Not with Stephanie Brown. Sighing heavily and pinching the bridge of her nose under her glasses, Doctor Thompkins shook her head slowly. "I understand that, Stephanie. But why do you want to go back there of all places? You're going to get swept back up in everything all over again." Putting her hand to her chest, the other upright, the blonde stood tall, great strides in progress from months previously, where she was, well, clinically dead. "Scouts honor, no Bats, no caves. I don't even have a costume anymore." Leslie stared at her blankly, not for a second believing the tale of desperation being spun by the teen desperate to return to some semblance of civilisation. "You were never a scout. And I've seen you make a costume out of nothing on the spot, mid gun fight Katavi." Breaking into a sheepish grin, Steph lowered the raised hand, scratching at the back of her head with it. "Listen… we both know I'll fall back into masks and capes somehow. I always do. You can't keep me from it forever, Leslie. Or Gotham." A long silence between the two, Leslie's eyes searching the sixteen year old for some sort of answers, something that made sense to her. "And when they find you?" A pause, the grin fading as she looked at Leslie, her foster mother's arms folded across her chest. 'Why did they all do that? Crystal, Leslie… Babs used to do it too... Arms folded, over the top of the glasses glaring. Do they think that's gonna change my mind somehow? About anything? That I care about disapproval?' "If they do, I'll handle it. But they'd have to find me. And care enough about me to do something about it." Stephanie responded flatly, with blunt honesty. As far as she was concerned, she was just more guilt to Bruce that he offloaded to Leslie, and no-one else cared. Why would they? They all told her this would happen, and now they were rid of a nuisance. Leslie's steely attempt at a  parental glare faltered for long enough for Steph to press the matter. "You really think they're going to pay attention to a common name like 'Brown'. Hell, there's  another Rogue in Gotham with that name, and he isn't even related to me! They won't even notice. Bruce, for all the talk about him being the world's greatest detective, would miss his nose in the mirror half the time. He didn't see me when he came to threaten you, and I was in the tent, Leslie! I know how to get around the city without getting busted by the Bats. If they couldn't find me when they were meant to be looking for me, they won't find me when I'm a ghost." Sighing, realising that there was no winning here, Leslie hung her head slightly. "Fine. But I'm coming back with you." "But–" "Yes, I know. Bruce said he would end me should I enter the United States. I'll come as far as Canada. That shouldn't trigger anything on you. And I'll be closer if anything inevitably goes pear shaped on you." Breaking into another grin, Stephanie wrapped her arms around Leslie, squeezing her in a bear hug, the physician letting out a groan. "At least your strength is back…" Snorting a laugh, Steph let go, a wide grin set across her face. "I'm so excited! I don't think you understand. Being homeschooled for a year and a half sucks, Leslie. Yeah I know, life choices, but I miss people." "We need to work out which school, where you'll be staying, how you'll be caring for yourself–" "Gotham High, no choice. It's all that's left after the quake. I'll find somewhere to live. And I'll get a job. I'm resourceful like that. I'm used to taking care of myself…" Squeezing the blonde's shoulders, Leslie's face grew concerned again. "If I didn't liquidate all my assets and set them up in a fund for your daughter–" "It's fine. I know where there's always jobs in Gotham. Not a problem. Don't worry." Steph answered quickly, starting to pace their tent excitedly. Leslie eyed her sceptically, trying to ignore how shady everything about that felt. "You'll be in the same year as…" "Tim, yeah, I know. I won't be in any of the same subjects, don't worry about it." "What makes you so sure?" Blankly staring at her, Steph raised a brow, before blinking a few times, raising her hands like a set of scales. "Boy Genius that hasn't been home schooled for having a baby and dying – Dumb Blonde. Gee, I dunno, Les… tough to say." Shaking her head, Leslie swatted both of the raised palms. "The only thing dumb about you is wanting to go back to Gotham. You could go to Metropolis. That would be nice…" Sticking her tongue out, Steph moved to her permanently packed bags, double checking them. "That sounds boring." "Of course you'd say that… not happy unless you can be in trouble or there's some danger…" "Hey, you're the one that brought me to AFRICA to heal up. You should be grateful I haven't gone to fight a lion or something. That actually sounds pretty fun right about now..." "Oh God, alright, I'll sign your enrolment papers already. Don't start fights. With anything." The exasperated doctor collapsed to a seated position on her cot, burying her head in her hands. God help Gotham. "I will not start them. If they're started though…" "If you had not long saved my life, I'd kill you myself…" Grinning at Leslie, knowing the threat was hollow, Steph tilted her head. "See. What do I need the Bats for. I got you." Shaking her head slowly, exhausted, Leslie took her glasses from her face, to wipe a hand down her face. "How'd they put up with you again?" "They didn't, remember? Fired a billion times. Died because I was trying to prove I was worthy of not being fired?" Steph snorted, her attention on her bags, as if she was leaving right this second. Replacing her glasses, Leslie sighed softly, studying the blonde silently for a moment. Deciding she needed to say what had been nagging at the back of her mind, she spoke suddenly. "Stephanie. Promise me something." Looking up from the bags, raising a brow, Steph said nothing, but indicated for Leslie to continue. "You aren't going to try to get revenge." Letting out a sharp, reflexive bark of a laugh, before clapping her hand over her mouth, and shuffling over the floor of the tent on her knees to Doctor Thompkins side, both eyebrows raised, Stephanie couldn't help but laugh. "Revenge? On Black Mask? I don't wanna go anywhere near him. I still get nightmares, Leslie. I'm good not seeing him, thanks." Squeezing Steph's shoulder, Leslie looked her square in the eyes. "It's not just him I'm worried you'll go after… I've come to know a bit about you, Ms Brown… you hold grudges…" Shifting her gaze from Leslie's, her jaw tenses slightly. "I'm undecided on the Bats. I'll decide whether I hate them or not if I see them." Leslie squeezed tighter, eyes still on the blonde. "That's not exactly reassuring, Stephanie." "You get what you get. I'm not going to walk up and punch Bruce in his stupid face. There, that make you feel better?" "Oddly, no. But it'll do." After a heavy sigh, she shook the shoulder she still had a death grip on. "Let's see about setting up enrolment and getting tickets. I think Geneviève  has her satellite phone. She shouldn't mind letting us borrow it." "Everything doesn't have to be about fear. There's room in our line of work for hope, too." {One week, a Transatlantic flight, an uneventful Canadian layover and an exchange to New Jersey later} There was a visible difference out the window when they hit Gotham air space. The pollution of the city that gave the nights their bloody glow. It was hideous. God she had missed it. She was home. No sane person should have missed a city like Gotham. No sane person should have missed a city like Gotham that they half destroyed and died in. No sane person dressed up like a Bat's side kick and did those things she used to do either, but here she was. A little bit insane, apparently. The wheels touched down. The people fought each other to get off the plane. 'Typical Gothamites…' Steph smiled softly to herself as she watched them shove and bicker, just waiting her turn. She was most definitely home. Job one. Find a place to crash for the night, stash her stuff. Job two. Get some money. Then get some sleep to get back on US time. Because school. She never thought she'd be excited about school, but these were new and exciting times. Anything could happen. She could even be a good student. With good grades! While waiting for her luggage at the baggage carousel, running through the list of places she used to hide out she could check, the ever present droning news on the terminal televisions caught her attention. "–violence continues in Gotham amid gang turf war struggles following the death of notorious Mob Boss and mass murderer, Roman Sionis–" Grabbing the arm of the airport security guard by her reflexily, her legs weak, the rest of the broadcast tuning out. "Are you alright, miss?" The guard, unusually kind for a Gothamite, one of the good ones, steadies her. Steph nods weakly, the lie on her lips before she can help herself, the city already getting it's claws back into her. "Yeah… just a long flight and not enough food…" After a pause, she asks the inevitable question. "Who got him? Bla-I mean, Sionis." Seeing she was now steady, the security guard retreated slightly, looking to the TV, frowning slightly. "You been under a rock or something? The Catwoman did." Letting out that reflexive bark of a laugh, Steph shook her head slightly, turning to collect her stuff as it came around. "Of course. Bet she's not locked up, either… thanks. Dragging her bags outside, she let out a heavy sigh, starting her walk into the city. "Maybe I should send her flowers or something. Oh! That's where I can crash. Holly's place. They won't even notice for the night…" After dragging her sorry self back into the city, dropping her bags on Holly's fire escape, Steph went to find word on where she could make some money. Sure, she could go back to her pizza delivery job, but it might be a little hard to explain to them that she wasn't, in fact, dead. You know who would have job openings without question though… that slime Penguin. Granted, last time she saw him up close she was breaking his beak for using a kid in a gun running scheme, but… desperate times, right? Maybe she should have changed into something flashier. Used her assets. Oh well. Apparently her plan was just walk in and talk to him. Great plan. Brilliant, Stephanie. "I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong."Stephanie Brownwww.roleplayer.me/DorkKnighttemplate credit.

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07/14/2020 09:18 PM 

FIXER-UPPER reply.

Markus didn't want any of the other android's to be alerted to a human presence on their ship, but it seemed like he couldn't keep it from them for very long. They all moved out of his way and watched as he stopped the woman in her tracks; wanting her to explain herself for even coming to Jericho. She traveled with an android, though he wasn't sure what his intentions were when he brought her here. Didn't he realize how dangerous that was?The android who brought her there opened his mouth to speak once he questioned their reasoning for being there, but the woman interrupted him before he could say anything. Mismatched optics narrowed as he kept his guard up just in case she tried anything. He was aware she wouldn't be stupid enough to harm them while she was surrounded, but he couldn't help himself.Eventually she spoke, though her words didn't help ease his worries. She worked for Cyberlife, the very company they were working against. When gasps reverberated throughout the crowd, he shushed them with his hand. They quieted down immediately, though there were still murmurs through the crowd.Before he could speak to answer her question, a scoff came from none other than North who stood by in the corner. "You really want to let this human in here? She could be tricking us for all you know!"Markus turned to look at her as she pushed herself off the wall she leaned against and approached the human who was in front of their leader. He basically stopped her from going forward anymore. He became the barrier between her and North. "She used to work for Cyberlife, the very company who sold us. Why should we trust her?""That isn't your call to make--" Josh began, but she simply rolled her eyes."No, it isn't. It's Markus' choice. I doubt he'd trust her to begin with. Right, Markus?" North looked at him with the question in her eyes and he knew she was tempting him with a choice. He and North never saw eye to eye. In fact, they were polar opposites. Markus knew humans weren't all the same and he could trust them whenever they offered their help. If she wasn't trustworthy, then an android would not have brought her here and she wouldn't have told them she worked for Cyberlife before. She would have kept that from them. Markus straightened his stance and looked towards the android who brought her there. He was already stiff and awkward, but there was something in his eyes that told Markus what he needed to know. He finally looked back at the woman who stood before him. "She stays. I will keep a close eye on her. But remember that she wouldn't tell us she worked for Cyberlife if she was here to do damage. If anyone harms her, then they will answer to it. If she can repair us, then there is no harm in her staying." Most of the other androids murmured in agreement, but they didn't want North to see that without dealing with her wrath. North had a look of anger and absolute fury on her face, though he knew she wouldn't go against him. After all, he was the leader of the deviants and whatever he decided is what they went with. He didn't know why he had this kind of power, but he supposed there wasn't much he could do about it.He gently touched her shoulder in an attempt to calm her nerves before turning her in the direction of the little hole he liked to have by himself. He figured they could talk privately there instead of out in the open in front of everyone else. "She'll be fine with me. Go visit Lucy and she'll rejoin you shortly." He said to the android who seemed hesitant to leave her behind. He ended up nodding and heading off to find the one called Lucy.Markus held up a hand, "Follow me." Releasing his hold from her shoulder, he nudged her along and headed towards his small space at the top of the bow. Once in that area, he finally turned to look at her. She seemed nervous and unsure of herself in that moment until she asked him if they needed help. She was not wrong in her assessment. They needed more help than they cared to admit."What's your name?" He asked before sitting down. "I'm Markus, but you probably knew that already." { Powered by violentendsprmds }

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07/14/2020 06:47 PM 

The Cost of Freedom

BL July 2020 Drabble The Cost of Freedom Rembrandt/ 1593610 Features Fierce Heart, Imperfect, Armani, Stoic and Demonia, Honorable mention to HOPE.The roaring sounds of the hissing and snarling vampires still echoed in his ears. As he looked around the room, he realized that 1000 years of murder, chaos and utter destruction had all come to this. He was the great Niklaus Mikaelson. His sireline had been shattered by a vengeful shrew New Orleans witch in a child’s body. Now from all over the world, his sireline came for blood.He offered no resistance. As long as they focused on him, Marcel’s bite on his brothers along with his poisoned sisters stood a chance at life as long as an antidote could be found. It was necessary to sacrifice his freedom so that those he loved would be safe. It was not an issue. He would do what it took for them to be saved. Even as they carried h off in chains to the Garden, he put up some struggle. They’d be onto the plan if Klaus didn’t fight them. So fight them, he did. He was chained in his own filth and blood all as a punishment for a lifetime of evil and terror spread not only in the New World, but across the European Continent. The mighty Niklaus Mikaelson had fallen, or so he let them believe.~*~He had no idea how long he’d been there. He didn’t know that Caroline Forbes had come with her daughters looking for him. Sacrificing his freedom for his siblings meant he couldn’t be there at a critical time for the one woman he loved more than words could describe. “What are you doing here with fading hope, Niklaus?” The voice of the Pale Mother came to him as his head was lowered. He had a chain around his neck and around his arms and legs. He smelled absolutely hideous because he’d not been allowed the conveniences that most took for granted in the 21st century.He was deep within the spell of Papa Tunde's blade as he heard the voice of the ancient demoness. “How many times now have you come to me in this despair and depravity Madeleana? You’re nothing but a manifestation of my mind and my desire to remain sane.”In the real world Hayley and Freya found Klaus bound with those chains surrounded by a boundary spell that was one of the most powerful ever cast. Both women were pressed by the condition that Klaus was in down in this pit. Today was his day to be free. They were not leaving without him. While they were working to revive and rescue Klaus, Elijah was serving as a distraction to Marcel even at the risk of his own life. Klaus had put his life on the line for them. It was time for them to repay him for what he’d done out of love. Freya started her own spell to get through to her brother by channeling Hayley.Deep within the magical torment of Klaus' punishment, he was still facing the pain and his dwindling desire to fight. “Niklaus! What are you doing just sitting here? You have to fight! You have to pull that blade out! Do you hear me? Your family needs you! You have got to pull out the blade!”Klaus was starting to hear his sister Freya with her chanting. They were here! Could he just be imagining things? For all this time he’d been wrapped in the world of pain and suffering because his freedom had been stripped from him. Klaus was on the brink of being lost forever. “Niklaus! Do it! Marcel is going to kill Elijah and Hayley if you don’t!”Klaus looked down at his chest. The open wound was there. He could see the blade lodged in his chest. He reached into his chest. Digits penetrated his chest wall sending waves of excruciating agony race through his body. The cry came from his innermost being. The wail of despair grew louder as he began to pull harder on that blade. “Hope needs her father! Do it!” Madeleana was screaming at him feeding his desire to fight back and be free. The struggle was freedom was nothing that couldn’t be undertaken without a deep desire to do it. For so long Klaus had been left to his delusions with occasional stolen glimpses into reality because Marcel would pry Klaus for answers that the Original Hybrid wouldn’t give. As much as he had cared about Marcel as a son, Elijah was his brother. He couldn’t allow his brother to die. He’d already been without his daughter for the formative years of her life. He’d also promised Caroline he’d be there should she need him. He’d been here long enough.As Freya kept chanting trying to free her brother, she heard him gasp for breath. The boundary had been broken. She immediately wrapped her arms around her brother. His bleary blue eyes met hers. He said nothing. She saw the bloody blade in his hand. “We’ve got to hurry. Elijah and Hayley need help.” She loaned her body to her brother to use as a crutch. Klaus still held the blade as they headed upstairs.~*~It wasn’t going well. Hayley had distracted Marcel enough to keep him landing crippling blows on Elijah. “Are you going to keep my daughter from her father, Marcel?”“You think they’re your family, Hayley? They were my family too! Didn’t do me any good did it?” Marcel’s face turned monstrous as he turned his attention toward Elijah again. Before he could attack, the battered and bloody hand of the Original Hybrid buried the blade into the chest of the young man whom he’d saved himself nearly 200 years before. The sound of agony that came from the son he failed nearly destroyed his spirit.The roaring sound of Marcel in agony was the only thing he focused on as Elijah took over as being his brother’s crutch. Freedom came for Klaus Mikaelson after all this time at the expense of someone he loved as a son. Now he had a second chance in the life of a child that actually shared his blood. That would be something he would ensure his daughter knew well. Freedom was a precious gift never to be taken for granted, not even if your last name was Mikaelson.  credit: james kriet

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07/14/2020 05:38 PM 

Rules

“ ” My rules Disclaimer: I'm not Dove Cameron I have never met her so I'm just the writer behind Dizzy Mackenzie Hook-Muio. I'm just using Dove Cameron as the play by for Dizzy nothing more. 1. Drama: Okay let me make one thing straight No drama not ooc Drama no Discord Drama and Bullying and rumors either no going on discord as a status saying "She is cheating on her man" when we all know that is a lie big time. IC drama i will allow because it does make a for a good story and NO i mean NO Justin beibers or people using them as their play at all. 2. Sex: Please don't just add me for sex and use it against me because one thing that is a big no for me is sex I will not i mean not ever single or not single have sex with every single guy on this from the ages of 13 to 114 eww I'm not here for that at all add for me that and be blocked. 3. Distractions: I know everyone gets into a movie, show, song, game and more as for me I get distracted by a lot of things like chatting with my guy on discord or writing a story or getting caught up on a show or youtube videos so If I am slow I do let people know so please bare with me. 4. Discord: I am not going to post my discord Info at all anymore you will have to ask for because I am happily taken and I will not expect guys again who want only one thing sex and can't take no for answer. 5. Messages vs comments: Well I enjoying chatting and writing in both so I can't say Comments for writing and messages for chats or comments for chats and messages for writing both work well for me. 6. Verses: My main verses are Frozen 1-2, Descendants 1-3, Ouat season 4 I will write in Seasons 1-6 as well. 7. Writing: I write Para to Multi para at the moment working on my writing so things are slow at the moment I will be more into things soon. 8. Starters and replies: I am slow with everything I am going to get my starters sent out hopefully tonight but don't get so excited please I want stories with a pilot behind them that's not going into a story I will NOT write. 9. Family: My family is Elsa (Mama) Anna (Aunt) Kristoff (Uncle) Antia (Sister) Liam (Brother) Killian (Papa) Evie (Half Sister) Harry (brother) Hope (Daughter) & Layla (Daughter) I will not add more people to my family well my husband when he and I are married. 10. Real Life: I do have a life outside or did before all this stay home stuff happened i used to watch my niece Jaydee Monday through Friday not every day now she is with her mom, dad and brother and I haven't seen her in 1 month and I'm taken in RL as well and my boyfriend is fine with me writing. So please don't use my real life against me either. I'm 32 in RL I rp my character as an 18 year old and I will not be the good girl everyone wants. 11. Lover: Dizzy is taken by Sieko and that means she will not rp sex with any guy but him she won't betray him or loose his trust and love for her if you add me and say lets have sex I tell you NO I'm Taken and you so he won't find out or doesn't have to know means you want to not only hurt him betray him you want me go against the rules and help NO you are going to be blocked and you come back to try again I will just tell my friends what type of guy you are so read this well Dizzy is taken and she only rp sex with her man got it. Sign my rules with a gif your character Dizzy

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07/14/2020 04:59 PM 

Into the unknown World of Dizzy Shawcross (Drabble)

It was a normal night in Arendelle and Dizzy was living in her ice castle when she heard a voice singing part of her knew who the voice belong her lost grandmother the queen. And when Dizzy sings show yourself she feels like her grandma was calling her home."Dizzy?" a voice called out Dizzy heard the voice call her name as she said back "I'm here?" Once she said that the voice show themselves and when Dizzy saw her grandma a tear came falling from her eyes down her face..The voice heard Dizzy said she is here and said back to her "Walk this way i will show myself to you my amazing granddaughter" Once Dizzy heard the voice speak again her heart fell knowing it was her grandma this whole time.Dizzy falls the voice and sees her grandma standing there in front of you and now you may be thinking the queen was gone she wasn't gone in this drabble. Anyways when DIzzy saw her grandma all things started to come back to her as she ask "how I do safe Arendelle?" Once she asked this the queen said "by showing them who you truly are and what you can for them" So Dizzy went back to the kingdom and show her true self everyone said "I am the pirate will safe my home my kingdom and I will help you all" she thought being her true self was going to be hard but it was at all.Its been 2 weeks since Dizzy heard the voice calling her and she would be laying on her bed in her ice castle. She was thinking to herself *What did the voice want from me? Was my grandma calling me? Did she want me to come back to the kingdom? I'm so confused now* She stopped thinking and came back from being spaced.She called her big brothers Harry & Liam so she called them on a 3 way as she said "Hey bro?" Harry "ey sis" Liam "Hi Sis" She then told them all about the voice and her adventure they both were shocked to hear about her adventure and then Harry spoke up "Do you think Grandma was calling?" Dizzy thought a moment and said "Part thinks so yes but the other half of me was like no"

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07/14/2020 04:52 PM 

Gifting of the Time-turner // Drabble

July 13th 1995, London.  Another long working shift was over for Eleanor. While making a soft sigh of exhaustion, she took off the lime green uniform robes every Healer at St. Mungo’s Hospital had to wear, and clothed herself with her everyday outfit: a white blouse and light jeans. She was alone in the women’s changing room since she had worked more hours than most that day, until someone knocked on the open door. Eleanor looked up quickly.  “Hey,” the woman in the doorframe said. She was Eleanor’s boss. “I just heard from someone that It's your birthday.”  “Yes, it is.” Eleanor answered, blushing a little. She rather didn’t want everyone to know. Being in the spotlight was something she didn’t like, and she was also a very private person.  “Well, congratulations! I’m afraid I don’t have a present at hand. But why don’t you take a day off tomorrow?”  “But-” Eleanor began, but her boss cut her off.  “You deserve it Eleanor. You most of all. You work harder than anyone else here.”  “Thank you, but that’s not what I think.”  “How so?”  “I don’t know. Just a feeling I guess.” Eleanor placed her handbag on her shoulder and took out her wand so she could disapparate when she was ready.  “Best rid yourself of that feeling, because it’s telling you lies.” Despite her sudden stern way of talking, the woman smiled kindly.  “I’ll do my best, I promise.”  “Now, go home. I expect you back in two days.” With that said, the woman turned and walked out of view.  Alone once again, Eleanor concentrated her mind on the place of her destination and soon found herself in front of her favourite house which was situated in the highlands of Scotland. The house belonged to her uncle: Alastor ‘Mad-Eye’ Moody, the retired auror.  Whenever she was in this place, a feeling of ease and happiness arose in her. It’s funny she called this place her home, rather than calling her parent’s house her home. Well, they recently decided to leave the country anyway, and were now living in Belgium, where Eleanor’s mother was born. Eleanor didn’t see her parents much. But that didn’t matter to her since she didn’t really miss them. Mad-Eye had been more of a parent to her then they had ever been. They had always been too busy with work anyway.  Taking in the fresh air of the warm summer evening, Eleanor lingered on her spot before going inside. Her blue eyes took in her surroundings for the umpteenth time. There were grasses as far as the eye could see. There were mountains in the far distance. The sun was slowly making its descent behind one as it was growing late. This place was so peaceful. The only sounds audible were those of nature and animals, mostly birds and nocturnal creatures who were starting to awake.  Smiling, Eleanor head inside.  “Uncle, I’m back!” She yelled through the house as she headed to the living room. The place was rather messy since Mad-Eye had a lot of possessions, and he used the room like a sort of office, you could say. His magical trunk, sneakoscope, and foe-glass were all placed around his seat, close to him. He was sitting near the hearth where a fire was lit. He didn’t turn his head to look at her. He was probably eyeing her with his magical eye that could look through the back of his head and solid objects.  “No need to raise your voice like that, I saw you coming. And I’m not deaf.” He said in his growly voice, annoyed.  “Sorry.” Eleanor lowered her gaze. She turned away from him and placed her handbag and wand on a small table. Of course, her enthusiasm to be home again was maybe too great, her voice too loud. “Have you eaten anything for dinner yet?”  “No,” Came the short answer of her uncle.  “Oh,” She started playing with her fingers, feeling uncomfortable. Her uncle seemed in a very bad mood today. She wondered what or who had made him so. And she also guessed that he might have forgotten her birthday. He never forgot it before. Something was off. But she did try to let her mind not linger on it. But she couldn’t help but think he reminded her of the Beast from Beauty and the Beast. She loved that story. “I’ll start preparing some then.” She started walking towards the kitchen.  “Stop.”  Eleanor stopped and sighed loudly. What did he want?  “Come to me.”  She did what was asked of her, although she was afraid of what was to come. Slowly she rounded his seat and his distorted face came in full view as she then stood still in front of him. He frowned deeply at her. It was a terrifying look. It was the worst expression he could give her. Had she done anything wrong?  “Reach your hand out to me.”  Once again, she did what he ordered. He placed a small package in her hand, a package that had the same size as her hand, perhaps a little bigger. Suddenly he broke out laughing loudly. This made Eleanor jump a little but she smiled to him nonetheless.  “You thought I had forgotten your birthday, did you?”  “Yes,” she confessed. “So, there’s nothing wrong then? I thought something had happened that made you moody.”  “No, I was staging it. I just wanted to pull a little joke on you. Curious how you would react.”  “Promise me you won’t do that again? I didn’t like it. It made me anxious.”  “Alright, I promise. Only if you open that package now.”  Eleanor lips formed a smile once again. She took a seat beside him and started unwrapping. Once the wrappings were gone there was a box. She opened it carefully. Inside lay a curious looking necklace: A sort of hourglass on a thin chain. “It’s beautiful, although peculiar.”  “It’s called a time-turner. Very rare, but I managed to get hold of one for you. It’s used to travel through time.”  “May I ask why you gave me this?” She met his gaze as she looked up. Both his magical eye and the normal one were on her. “They say meddling with time is dangerous.”  “You can use it whenever you are in deep trouble, so you will be able to change what has happened. Like Potter and Granger did to save Sirius. I want you to always carry it with you, wherever you go. You understand?”  Eleanor nodded, looking down to the time-turner in the box. Gently she took it out.  “Better don’t touch the hourglass itself, unless you intent to travel through time. To do so, you push it forward or backward 360 degrees, depending on you want to go back in time or forward. One full turn of the hourglass means one hour. I also don’t want you to play with it, and only use it in serious situations. Like you said, meddling with time is dangerous.”  “I understand. I won’t play with it.” Carefully she placed the time-turner around her neck by its chain, then looked up again to look to her uncle once more.  “Now where is the food you were going to prepare for me? I’m starving.” He said, winking to her. 

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07/14/2020 04:33 PM 

Green Arrow's Code.

The Code of the Green Arrow.These will be quick. Multi-Para-Novella writer Starters/Replies always over 1,500 words plus & can reach up to 2,000 words on occasion Literacy required, please use proper grammar, double check things before submitting them Time: Give me time to return, send out starters, comments, ect. I'm busy in real life. Please do not rush me. Ollie: I write Oliver with a mix of the show & comics version of him. I bring in his humor, his politics & his love for the Black Canary in my writing. I do not pair him with Felicity, and he has no children. Yes, he counts Roy as an adopted son but that is it. As for Arrowverse writers, I do not mind writing as you as another Ollie from another Earth to keep that version of Oliver dead. Let us say this Earth 2, the version of Stargirl and Powergirl are from. Writers from the comics, I don't mind starting out as the Green Arrow or doing something totally new. It's up to you. His background story is pretty much the same as Arrows, were he used to kill but some differences, like no kids.  Storylines: I like to create new and different kinds of storylines! Doing something the show or comics has done already is boring. We can borrow from those elements, that I don't mind but I do prefer we go our own route. Love Interests: My Oliver cares deeply for the Black Canary. Not Felicity. They dated at one point but broke up and remained close friends. As for the moment, he is single. However, all of that could change. I’m not here for a sexual storyline, so if that's all you're here for you, you should clear off my friend list now. My Oliver is, heterosexual.  Crossovers: I will write with pretty much anyone from any universe if the storyline piques my interest enough. No Drama. No stealing my edits. Will get along fine if this happens. I write for the most part in comments. I do not mind doing banter in messages (which I usually keep smaller than a multi-para style comment) or on discord and in groups. If you have discord, feel free to add me to it. Just ask me in a message what it is, and I'll give it to you. That is all folks! I hope that was not too hard.Now leave your favorite gif of your character here.Don't put: "read and understood."Looking forward to hearing from you soon.-Ollie Out

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07/14/2020 03:08 PM 

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