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sᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛᴊᴜʟɪᴇᴛ♔

10/28/2020 03:28 PM 

But it's all love.

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Child's Play

10/28/2020 02:17 PM 

THE SUN WOLF

UNDISCLOSED LOCATION 10/28/20   The dimly lit hall had a sour smell to it. A pungent cocktail of mildew and sweat and socks. Andy scrunched her nose as she walked through it, the smell lingering like a cloud she couldn’t escape. It slung to the egg-shell white bricks in the walls and the linoleum tile floor. It hid above the hum of the flickering fluorescent lights and on the bench down the corridor and the gum stuck under that bench.  Jesus. Was this really the best they could do on such short notice? Was this place even safe? It didn’t smell safe. Andy trusted her people though, she trusted her family. Maybe the stench would keep all the bad people away.  At the end of the hall, the bench sat unused beside the locked door. She turned to the left. The pale vampire with the bleached white hair who was meant to be standing guard—sitting on that bench, specifically—stood in front of a vending machine, shaking it when her Clark Bar caught on a jammed coil of metal. “Stupid, dang… Candy!” Linda Dalton shook the machine some more. Candy rained down into the basin but the stubborn Clark Bar she so desperately desired only got more stuck. “I see babysitting duty has you captivated,” Andy said with a wave. “Oh, hi Andy.” Linda shook the machine more. No luck. Claire’s great-aunt didn’t share many of the temperamental traits that made Andy’s wife so colorful, but keep her from her sugar-fix and the animal came out. “This darn machine thinks it's better than me.” Andy pointed to all the other candy bars that fell down into the catch. “Looks like you have your pick, Linda. Trick r’ treat came early.” “Help yourself.” She shook the machine more. “I want my Clark Bar.” “Clark Bar. Gross.” “Spoken like a kid who grew up eating sugar out of a bowl for breakfast.” One last kick and the Clark Bar fell, and Linda pumped a fist. “Yes!” She wasted no time reaching in, grabbing the candy bar, opening it, and taking a bite. “Sometimes I forget that you were turned into a vampire back in the 50s.” Andy went over, grabbed a Snickers, and pocketed it in her jacket for later. “You really need to get your candy game into the 21st century, old lady.” Linda smacked her lips as she obnoxiously chewed her old person candy. “You here to see him?” “He wake up yet?”  “Nope,” Linda shook her head, fished a key out of her pocket, and tossed it to Andy. Andy caught it with two hands. “I think he’s faking though. You know if you think I’m old, wait until you get him up and talking. Fallon hasn’t been clear with the specifics but I’m pretty sure he’s older than her. Claire was saying he’s older than--” “The war,” Andy said, her mind flashing with conjured fairytale images of the schism between vampires and werewolves that split the supernatural world apart over 800 years ago, one that finally reached an armistice a short while ago thanks to her daughter Mia’s quick thinking and tough decisions. “I know what I’m walking into. I’m Andy Stoddard-Motherf***ing-Barclay. I don’t walk into situations without doing my research.” “That’s what you’re doing here, yeah? Research? You both had the same darkness in you. You want to know if he knows something you don’t? I don’t know if he’ll be talkative. That bitch that beat the ghost out of him… she did a number. You might be better off going back to your books.” “C’mon, Linda,” Andy went to the door and unlocked it. “You know better than most: people are just books that haven’t been written yet.” The smile stayed on Andy’s face even as she slipped into the room and closed the door behind her. The stench from the hall didn’t come as strong in Darrow Dalton’s recovery room, but the spirit of it haunted that place. The room itself—square with plain gray walls. No windows—left much to be desired. An exposed toilet sat in one corner. In the other, behind a crudely installed privacy curtain, a handsome werewolf with shaggy blond hair, slept in a hospital bed. Slept might have been too kind a word for it. Coma was closer, though the science of it was complicated by the man’s lycanthropy. Cuts and bruises that were slow to heal lingered across his skin and he was plugged into IVs and all sorts of machines that beeped and booped. Despite all that, he did kind of look peaceful.  When was the last time I slept that peacefully? Andy wondered.  Pushing the curtain aside, Andy found a chair against one of the walls and she dragged it closer to the bed. She sat down facing him, kicked her feet up on the bed, and began unwrapping the snickers in her pocket. “I know you’re awake. You can stop pretending.” No response. Only the beeping of the machines answered her. “You might not have been in control of your body when you got your ass kicked, but I know your pride’s got more dents and bruises than the rest of you right now. You’re a werewolf, Darrow, the important bits healed a long time ago. The ego takes a bit longer. Another thing I know about werewolves… they get hungry faster than the rest of us. How satiating is that IV?” Andy held up the naked snickers bar, wiggled it, and tossed it at him. It landed on his chest, and a single green eye opened and looked at her. She greeted it with a wave and a smile. The second eye opened a second later and a bruised hand reached up for the chocolate bar on his chest. The werewolf sat up and took a bite of the Snickers. “How did you know?” He asked in an accent that was close to English but sounded stranger and older all at the same time. He chewed while he spoke. Obnoxious horse-chud smacks of his lips. “They called you the Sun Wolf back in the day.” Andy crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair. “Only badass warriors get nicknames like that. And badass warriors don’t like to get beat up. And badass warriors from olden times especially don’t like to get beat up by a girl. You’d rather pretend to be in a coma than have to address that with anyone.” He chomped down on another bite of Snickers. “Who told you they called me the Sun Wolf?” “I’ve done my research.” “So it seems. So it seems.” He finished the snickers with one last bite and wiped his chocolatey fingers on his shirt. “Do you know why they called me that?” “I know who called you that,” Andy said. “Your mother--” “Eh,” he held up a finger and wagged it, a ‘we don’t talk about her’ sort of wag. “That is not what I asked, Andrew. Do you know why they called me that?” Andy’s jaw tightened. “Please don’t call me that.” “Andrew?” “Andy is just fine.” He smiled some, chocolate on his teeth. “So you get it. They called me the Sun Wolf to mock me. That name wasn’t a warrior’s title, not until I forged it into one. I was a small kid, a runt. My sisters mocked me, said they were wolves of the moon while I was a wolf of the sun, sleepy and weak. Joke was on them, you see, what is moonlight anyway? The druids who made us wolves, they bound us to the moon as a symbol but the real power isn’t in the moonlight. Moonlight is but sunlight refracted off the surface of this planet’s satellite. They called me Sun Wolf to make me feel small, and I built a large legend around it.” “And how do you feel about where that legend has led to now?” Andy stood up and gestured around the room. Darrow looked down. Darrow, Claire’s ancient ancestor, had been living apart from everything for so long, no one even knew he existed until recently. When he first arrived not everyone trusted him, but he helped out with things and seemed okay. He was family after all. Family trusts family. Always and always. Then a darkness found its way to them, a dark and twisted soul from another universe, and it cut a path through the family, one that carved past Andy and now left its mark on Darrow. He hid it well, but Andy could the dent left behind on him. “I had her in me too, you know,” Andy said. “Klaire, that dark, broken version of my wife from a universe so horrible I can’t even imagine it. It was only for a short time but… I can still feel it. She made me watch everything, made me see and feel everything as she controlled me and left me helpless.” “Shame.” Darrow swung his legs off the bed and pulled different tubes and needles off his body. “Sounds horrible. I don’t remember a thing.” “Bullsh*t.” “Bullsh*t to your bullsh*t.” He stood up. “I’m telling the truth.” “She wants the people she hurts to feel it, to hurt with her, to feel as awful as she feels. That’s what she’s about.” Andy’s voice got a little louder. “She wants her daughter back.” “So apparently you remember some things.” Darrow slow-blinked. Caught. He shook his head. “It’s not just like riding in the back seat of a car,” Andy said. “You feel what she feels. Urges. Desires. Goals. She had you longer than she had me. You know what she’s planning, what scheme she’s up to. I know you know it. And you know that she’s coming back. One way or another she is coming back and she won’t stop until we stop her.” “You don’t need me, just find that wacko French woman you sent to kick her ass when she was in my body and you’re fine--” “It’s not that easy,” Andy said. “My family is at risk. Your family. How can I even be sure she’s not still hiding in you somewhere? How do I know that we can trust you and you’re not still working with her?” “I was never working with--” “When she escaped she was in your body. She wasn’t just lying low the whole time. She plotted. Planned. It’s what she does. She wants Maggie. She’ll be back for Maggie. I can’t stop her if I don’t know what’s coming.” “Okay, okay. Enough, alright? My head is throbbing.” Darrow held up a hand, signalling that he needed Andy to call off the hounds. Andy waved her hands and refused. “No! Look, I know what you’ve been through. I understand how crazy this is all for you, and I respect that you just spent a couple of weeks with someone else in control of your body and you got beaten half to death by someone half your size, but my family is at stake here. I liked your story about your name—Sun Wolf—like it better than the version of the story I read. You weren’t some runt kid, Darrow, you were the pride of your mother’s eye, a favorite of the pack. You won battles and wooed lovers, you were loved and famous and favored, but when sh*t got real, when the nights got dark and everyone had to huddle together to deal with a problem coming in the morning, you’d be gone with the dawn. The Sun Wolf: couldn’t be counted on when needed.” Andy stepped closer to him. He wouldn’t look at her but her approach forced him to at least turn in her general direction.  “You care about your story, Darrow,” she continued. “You want to shape it, shape it into something better than what they have written down. You want to take the name they gave you and make it your own. I sympathize.” She shoots him a look, and guilt for using her dead name flashes across his face. “Now’s the time to turn the ship around. The sun’s rising here and your family needs help. You can run and prove the stories right or you can turn the page and rewrite the legend of the Sun Wolf.” A pause lingered in the room like the stench from the hall. Darrow faced the wall again, staring at it for what felt like the longest time. Eventually, though, he turned back to Andy and his green eyes met her blue. “I know everything,” he said, tears in his eyes. “She wanted me to know. She wanted me to see…” “See what, Darrow?” “That you can’t stop her.”  

Bowie

10/28/2020 01:18 PM 

OPTIONAL TASK 126

Confidante CharmA potion charm to be used on oneself. INGREDIENTS:  Eye of newt. Dragons tail. 4 bat wings. 3 strands of a Prince's hair. 6 snakes fangs. 2 cats whiskers. Two drops of blood of the person that will drink the potion. 1 gram of ground gold. 5 four leaf clovers. 1 toad stool. What will it do: This condifence charm will give the drinker of said potion a large amount of confidence that will last for 48 hours only.Directions: Grind up 1 gram of gold into a fine powder. Place water into a pot and boil. Drop in the eye of newt and dragons tail and allow to boil for 5 minutes. Add two bat wings and allow to boil for a further 3 minutes. Turn the heat down to a simmer. Add the remaining two bat wings. Add in the 6 snakes fangs and 2 cats whiskers. Add in two drops of blood. Turn up the heat and allow to boil for 8 minutes. Stir in the 5 four leaf clovers and the single toad stool. Turn off the heat and allow to cool. Fill up the viles with your potion. Drink the potion as and when required.  

Bowie

10/28/2020 01:18 PM 

OPTIONAL TASK 125.

𝚃𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚍𝚕𝚎.

10/28/2020 11:56 PM 

Overwhelmed/Halloween party.

overwhelmedHALLOWEEN PARTY // drabble It had all been going so well. TOO WELL, now that she thought about it. Stacy was throwing her ANNUAL HALLOWEEN PARTY again, and Nancy had dragged Jonathan along. For a re-do of sorts, to reclaim the mess that had been last year and make a much happier memory around that party. And for a long time it had been GREAT. While refusing to dance himself, Jonathan had stayed dutifully at her side all night as she spun around on the dance floor. They’d talked to a few people, traded slow kisses in the corners, been teenagers in love for a night. In fact, the only time they’d split up was when Jonathan went to the bathroom and Nancy went to the punchbowl to fill up her drink. One of the Hawkins football players was already there, SEVERAL more drinks in than she was, and immediately began chatting her up with half-lidded eyes.It had all been going so well. Until, of course, Jonathan PUNCHED the aforementioned football player. In the face. Utter pandemonium had instantly erupted. As he fell, the football player knocked over a few of the people standing behind him. The gaggle of costumed high schoolers CRASHED to the floor, sending the freshly refilled punch bowl flying in the air. It DOUSED everyone standing within a ten foot radius with the neon red liquid, causing shrieks from stunned partygoers to echo through the house. Since no one had been paying that much attention, everyone lost in the haze of alcohol and music, not a soul seemed to know who had thrown the punch or why. And the football player was too distracted by the blood gushing from his nose to answer any questions. Which had been exactly the distraction Nancy needed to get them out of there. With a firm TUG on Jonathan’s jacket sleeve, the two of them had dipped out the side kitchen door and escaped in his car.She could still hear the confused teenage SCREAMING half a block away. Her anger having subsided only slightly in the long (AND SILENT) drive back to her house, Nancy had been planning on marching hotly into her house without so much as a ‘goodbye’ to her boyfriend of almost a year. But when he’d shot out of the driver’s seat to follow her up the driveway, meekly offering his explanation for what he’d done as her hand fell on the doorknob ... she couldn’t. Nancy HEAVED a sigh, turning around to face him. Her costume, for the SECOND YEAR IN A ROW, was ruined. She was ANGRY, just like last year. But unlike last year, she was sober enough to hold this kind of conversation. And she LOVED him enough that the anger couldn’t possibly last long. Not when jealousy had been the thing to drive him to act so stupidly.She took a seat on the edge of their walkway, resting her elbows on her thighs and nodding towards the piece of concrete next to her like he should join her. She’d been careful enough to select a spot that didn’t receive much light from the front door, hiding them in the shadows from any member of the Wheeler house who might’ve been curious. Nancy was quiet for a minute, chewing on her bottom lip as she decided what to say.“... Jonathan, you’ve been my WORLD for the last year. Longer than that, even...” she admitted with a frown, shaking her head. “I love you. I’ve ...shared every part of me with you. Even the ugly parts. We sleep together more nights than we don’t. We talk about the future together. What ... could there possibly be for you to be jealous of between me and some random drunk guy at a party?”  

Tara Rosario

10/28/2020 09:14 PM 

The PODS have lost their minds
Current mood:  amused

Girls, are you all seeing the same thing I am? Now its time we do some Rosario The View about this. Cause I don't know who is who? What is what? Is it a lot of insane people? Or just a few? Or just one? Cause we gotta keep up with the latest headlines. Tara always needs to be in the know. This heart of mine just can't take any more games. My Babygirl needs a name brand clothes. So if you ever loved me enough to keep my address when I mailed your ass those wedding bands. Please do send me some name brand gift cards at places in Detroit. Can you at least do that for me? Or are all those promises to my baby girl you made meaningless lies too? Cause momma needs some help here okay. 

The,View,Todays,, Episode,Lets,Talk,About,The,Crazy,PODS

World of Characters

10/28/2020 07:16 AM 

World of characters.
Current mood:  accomplished

This account became 8 character account all details of the characters are on a website must view for full details of the people I play. Must pick someone and put their name in subject line only using one photo so pick whop you want me to be much thanks and no drama queens for friends. Website link below and webpage made at angelfire. https://darkestsoul.angelfire.com/

POD Phyllis

10/28/2020 03:16 PM 

Sister Devil Wives Reunited
Current mood:  confused

Phyliss had not seen Sharon in over a decade. It truly had been so long. She really had no idea what to do anymore. She realized perhaps now was just the time. To look in unexpected places for the answers she was seeking. She really been out of the loop since POD Noah had left. And she just truly felt so clueless and lost. But she did know at least why Asmodues would not have anything to do with any of them. Now maybe he once greatest foe. Could now be the one and only friend she had left. 

One Confused Princess.

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10/28/2020 12:22 PM 

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POD Nate Kain

10/27/2020 09:26 PM 

Blackfire Manor 2020
Current mood:  adored

🍭inscrutable.

10/27/2020 08:46 PM 

partytime! (halloween drabble @king ft. @versifier and the scoobs!)

    we gotta party, it's partytime! - halloween night, spike's crypt."You should just stay with me," Spike said, turning on his side, propping his head up onto his hand, his elbow digging into his mattress. He watched Buffy as she sat on the edge of what he now considered her side of the bed, looking into a hand mirror and attempting to make her make-up presentable again. Red glitter had gotten everywhere, some sparkling against his chest and his face, he'll never get rid of it now... what possessed her to even put on glittery make-up when she knew she would be coming to him? Surely, she didn't show up at his crypt on Halloween night dressed in that sexy little red lingerie so that she could have tea with him. No, of course she didn't. Buffy knew just how to get him going.His right hand reached out to caress her bare arm as she painted her lips with red and shiny lip gloss. "My little devil... I can treat you all night you know..." He uttered, grinning and biting down on his bottom lip.Buffy continued to touch-up her make-up the best way she could, giving herself one more look over in her mirror, before shutting it and tossing it back into her purse; concluding that she looked decent enough. "You know I can't, Spike," She responded, running her hands through blonde locks and tousling them a bit. "I promised my friends I'd be at the party. Xander's already sent me like, a good twenty texts asking me where I'm at. I mean... he might be kinda drunk, but... point still stands." Her brows raised. She was standing now, digging into her bag again and pulling out a neatly folded tiny little silk red dress with furry straps and fur at the bottom of the skirt. She slipped it on over the red lingerie, followed by the headband with little red horns and her red pumps to complete her costume.Spike was eyeing her again, licking his lips.Buffy knew that look all too well... but she had to resist!"I'd invite you to come, Willow and Auggie might know, but Xan--""--No need to explain, pet." Spike interrupted. "I get that I'm still your dirty little secret to some."Buffy sighed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever." Did she appreciate Spike's little commentary? No. She didn't, but could she blame him? Maybe. Again, whatever. "Look, I'll come back after the party, okay? Slayer's promise." She said crossing over heart. "Until then..." Buffy said, making her way towards his side of the bed and leaning down to press her lips against his own; she kissed him slow, teeth capturing his bottom pout as she pulled away. "...Think of me?" She grinned, standing back up and walking away from him before he could grab her."Bloody tease!" Spike called after her as she tossed her jacket on and made her way out of his crypt."But you love it!" Buffy called back, finally exiting.Spike scoffed, before reaching over to grab his pants off the side of the bed, fetching his box of cigarettes and plucking one into his mouth; he flipped his zippo and lit it, shaking his head and smirking to himself as he took a drag.  ♱♱♱ do you want to party? it's partytime! - later that night cordelia's halloween party."Woah! You look amazing, Buffy!" Willow said, "I went for scary this year, as you can see!" She said, showing off her costume - Buffy knew Willow was going for creepy clown, but despite the blood on her outfit and the very good creepy clown make-up on Willow's face (so she knew how to do Halloween make-up, but not regular make-up? That was pretty funny), Buffy couldn't help thinking that she looked adorable."Super creepy!" Buffy smiled, of course, she wasn't gonna tell her what she was actually thinking. Besides, Buffy was sure that at this point she'd think Willow would look adorable in literally anything. Not really Willow's fault."Thanks! I really tried." Willow smiled back, proud."Got us some punch!" And there was King, bowler hat on his head, dressed in a suit - a dandy vampire. He had told Buffy that he planned on being a bloodsucker for Halloween, and Buffy had rolled her eyes at the thought. As if she didn't deal with enough of those on a daily basis? However, she couldn't deny that he looked really cute in his little get-up, fake blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and all. Here's hoping she'd never have to deal with him ever becoming the real deal... the last thing she wanted to do was get stake happy with one of her close friends."You sure it's punch and not blood?" Buffy said, taking the cup and looking down at it with suspicion, her brow raised. "Not trying to trick us into joining the undead, right, Lost Boy?" She joked; look at her... making movie references like a dork. Her eyes shifted and she cleared her throat."I mean, it's not so bad being one of us." Oh, King was joining in on the references. Wow, so they were all just a circle of dorkness.Buffy's life had truly really changed since being a Slayer.King grinned and Buffy gave her eyes a playful roll, she smirked and chuckled; Willow giggled. Then the three of them took a drink out of their cups."So, where's Xander?" Buffy asked."I don't know, I haven't seen him for an hour now..." Willow shrugged."Hm... he blows up my phone and then disappears when I get here? Talk about unfair." Buffy retorted in annoyance, "... and the Wicked Bitch of the West?""Cordelia? Haven't seen her either..." Willow said, her brows furrowed and her lips thinning."That's weird. You'd think being that this is her place and her party, she'd be parading around like she's god's gift to us all." Buffy responded, rolling her eyes."Yeah... honestly, I don't even know why she invited us. I almost didn't come, I thought it was a trick, but Xander insisted... and I heard Dingoes Ate My Baby were gonna be here..." Willow was blushing now."The more people show up to her party, the more popular she looks, I guess. We're just fillers." Buffy shrugged her shoulders. Wow, she never thought herself as ever being just a filler at a party. She was usually the belle of the ball - the one throwing the parties and getting all the attention. But that was before her destiny came calling."Look at her, blushing." King grinned, nudging Willow with his elbow. He knew all about her little crush on the guitarist Oz. Willow had confessed her little secret to him while they were waiting for Buffy to show up at the party.Buffy grinned too. "Yeah, your mister too-cool-for-a-Halloween-costume over there?" Buffy pointed at Oz in the distance with her chin; dressed in his normal black skinny jeans and band-tee attire. "Did you go speak to him yet?""No. I- well... he... they were playing, and he seemed really busy... I don't even think... he knows... I'm here... or that I'm even... me... with..." She was fumbling over her words now, burning so red that Buffy could see it, even under all that white clown make-up covering her face.Both Buffy and King were watching her, amused and then Buffy's eyes glinted with mischief. "Wait right here, Augs. I'll be back." She said, grabbing Willow by the hand and dragging her along with her towards Oz."Huh? Wait, Buffy! What are you doing?!" Willow asked nervously, eyes wide."We're saying hi to Oz. That's all." Buffy smiled.King watched the two girls walk off and disappear into the small crowd of people; he chuckled at Buffy's shenanigans and smiled, shaking his head. He figured he'd go make himself busy and grab himself some more punch and maybe one of those delicious looking Halloween cupcakes on the table not too far from where he stood; with a little bounce in his step he went off on his merry way, stopping at the punch bowl first. He grabbed a cup and began to fill it, when a man approached him. Very pale, dark circles around his eyes, pointed ears... he was standing too close... but there was nothing to freak out about, right? It was just a Halloween costume. Just another party goer."Hey." The man said, flashing him a fanged grin.King's heart sunk for a moment, and he gulped. It's just Halloween. It's just a costume. You're a vampire too. "Hey..." He responded with the best grin that he could muster - be normal. Oh, but those yellow glowing eyes didn't look like contacts... and those fangs didn't look very plastic..."Some party, huh? I hope you're feeling hungry. Jeff's about to give us the sign. We're gonna feast tonight!" The man said excitingly.King just listened, trying his best not to seem nervous or confused about the situation. By now, he figured out what this man was. A vampire. A real life bloodsucking undead creature of the night. And he knew that this vampire man had been tricked by the fact that King was masquerading as one of these bloodsucking creatures tonight."Yup! Starving, ha.ha..." King responded, laughing nervously, before clearing his throat. Hungry. A feast. That meant there was more than just this one vampire at the party. How many were there? And how come Buffy's vampire radar didn't go off yet? Right... she told him that thing was a bit iffy. He forgot.The vampire was looking at him oddly now, a brow raised. "Hey..."Oh no, could he hear King's heart beating loudly within his chest? Could he smell the rushing blood through his veins? King had to get Buffy, NOW!Swiftly, King rushed himself away from the vampire before anything else could be said. He pushed through people, eyes wildly looking for the honey blonde devil. "Buffy!?" He called out Where was she?! There was Willow! She was talking to Oz, smiling, giggling shyly. Should he go over there? Should he ruin her moment? I mean... if vampires were about to attack the party... her moment would be ruined either way wouldn't it?"Willow!""August!" She greeted him with a smile that soon faded when she noticed the worry upon his face. "... Are you okay?""Buffy! Where's Buffy?!" He asked with urgency, hands at her shoulders."She's inside, grabbing a beer..." She responded, pointing towards the house.King didn't waste any time before he was storming off to find Buffy."Wait, what's wrong?! Is everything okay?!" Willow called out."No! Vampires! Go somewhere safe!" King yelled back, finally disappearing into the house.Immediately, music surrounded him; people dancing around, getting drunk, yet no sign of who he needed to find.Buffy, Buffy, Buffy. Where was Buffy?!King was starting to become more frustrated by the second. He was freaking out, when was this attack going to happen? And how could it be stopped if he couldn't even find the Slayer!? He was panicking, ready to pull out his phone and call her instead, but then he spotted her. Leaning against a wall in the corner of the living room, talking to some guy dressed like a zombie football player; was she flirting with him? But wasn't she with...? Oh! That was the least of his worries at the moment! He needed to tell her about the vampires!"Buffy!""Hey, Auggie! What's up?" She beamed, "Why do you look like you've seen a gh--?""Ahhhhh!!"Buffy didn't even get to finish her sentence before a loud and piercing scream broke through the bumping music. Everyone's heads turned to look at what the commotion was about, and Buffy furrowed her brows."It's partytime!!" Snarled a hideous looking head from a silver platter atop of the snack table, cackling with glee. Buffy recognized immediately what that thing was as it pulled its head out of the hole in the table and leapt right out from under it, hissing at a party goer and snatching them up."Vampires!" Exclaimed Buffy."That's what I've been trying to tell you!" King responded.It took a second for everyone to realize that this was not just some Halloween prank or something planned out by Cordelia - was it the fact that the girl that the vampire had grabbed was now laying limp on the floor, throat covered in the same blood that covered the creature's mouth? Or the fact that her neck seemed to be twisted in an unnatural way? The volume of the music increased and the chaos began. People were screaming and running around like scared little mice, scurrying about, and vampires came out of the woodwork - eyes glowing yellow and bright, teeth gnashing; snarling, growling, hissing and jumping around grabbing themselves victims to eat. Some of them mindlessly destroyed things in the house, laughing maniacally at the pandemonium. Buffy knew she wouldn't be able to save everyone, but her Slayer instinct quickly kicked in, and she ordered King to grab as many people as he could and lead them to safety while she dealt with the gang of monsters."Be careful!" She warned, as she ran off to face the vampires."Hey! Dracu-loser, how about you pick on someone your own size?" Buffy called out to one of the vampires who was cornering a brunette in the kitchen, ready to make her his next meal.The vampire turned around to face her as she walked towards him, and he chuckled, his eyes scanning her from top to bottom and back up again. "And that's supposed to be you, sweetheart?" He scoffed, approaching her with a sinister grin plastered upon his face.Buffy took a few steps back the closer he got; she was eyeing the chair that was toppled over, it wasn't too far away from them - it's legs sticking up into the air. "Well... no. But, you know what they say about little packages..." Buffy spoke; now she was backed-up against a wall, looking as helpless as ever - or at least pretending to be."No, what do they say...?" The vampire asked, his tongue licking at his fangs; nearly salivating, so sure that he'd have his fill of her now."They pack a big PUNCH!" Buffy said, swinging her fists with all her might towards the side of his face. The vampire seemed confused, bewildered for a moment as it toppled backwards. It growled at her, and lunged forward again for the attack, but Buffy was quicker. She kicked her left leg upwards, hitting him, then spinning to hit him with her right. And then came the final blow, a kick to the middle of his chest that sent him flying backwards into the toppled chair. One of the legs impaled him right through the heart, and he groaned in pain.Buffy flipped her hair and watched him. "I guess I should've told you that I was The Vampire Slayer?" She shrugged. "Oops, slipped my mind."The creature shrieked then, but instead of burning and turning to ash like she was so used to vampires doing... it... exploded. Slimy, disgusting, red liquid that covered Buffy from head to toe. "Barf me out! It went into my mouth!" She screamed in horror, spitting and trying to wipe away the disgusting slimyness away but to no avail. It was pointless.Exploding vampires? Since when?! Of course Halloween had to make things super special... why couldn't she ever have a regular Halloween? Just one! Was that too much to ask? Of course it was. She was the Slayer and this was Hellmouth, USA. But wasn't evil supposed to take a backseat on Halloween? Or was that just an optional rule? I mean, it had to be... she should've learned her lesson by now. None of her Halloween's have been evil free. Buffy groaned, frowning at the thought of her outfit being completely ruined and her hair being covered in this disgusting vampire goo... but then there was still screaming going on all around her, and that meant that she had to put her vanity and first world problems aside and go get rid of the rest of these undead freaks! Now she was extra pissed, so she'd use that anger to beat some ass!The loud music seemed to accompany her battle.She hoped that none of them exploded like this one did, but, naturally, she wasn't met with much luck when it came to hoping.Every single one fell victim to her hand, and every single one exploded in an array of slimy colored substance; green, orange, black... by the time Buffy was finished with them all, she looked like a canvas painting by an abstract artist.Or at least... just when she thought she had finished."Buffy!" Cried King behind her catching her attention.There was a vampire grabbing onto him, he was struggling in its grip as the female demon forced his neck to crane and barred her teeth, ready to bite."Auggie!" Buffy screamed, running towards him, "No!" She was slipping and sliding from the slime that was dripping off of her and onto the floor beneath. On her way towards him she grabbed a pencil off the kitchen counter, and she jumped, tackling both the vampire and King to the floor with her. King was sandwiched between Buffy and the creature wriggling beneath him, hissing and growling like a wild animal."I'll eat you both!" It threatened."You didn't say trick or treat!" Buffy exclaimed, cocking her hand and back plunging the number two pencil deep into the vampire's chest right over King's shoulder, there was silence and stillness for a moment, before it began to freak out, screeching and writhing in agony and then... Buffy waited for it with closed eyes -- BAM!Explosion.Just when Buffy thought she couldn't be covered in anymore vampire gunk for the night. There it was... the last color of the night - yellow. Buffy pushed herself up from the floor and off of King, who was now covered in yellow slime and a mixture of whatever Buffy had rubbed off on him. There was silence between them, and King just looked like he was in shock for a bit as he took the hand that Buffy offered him.He stood up and looked at her. Turning to look at the crazy mess that had been created by Buffy versus the exploding slime vampires. Buffy turned along with him, thinning her lips and wiping away some green slime that dripped from her forehead and over her right eye. The music had faded now and the silence only seemed to grow."So... did you bring that Tide pen?" Buffy's brows rose, finally breaking the quiet.King dug into his pocket, holding up the Tide pen that was also covered in disgusting slime. "I brought the Tide pen.""Buffy! August!" Willow came rushing down the stairs, she was free of any vampire slime. The same couldn't be said about Oz, however. Black and green."Oz locked me up in a closet and kept me safe!" She smiled dreamily at him as if he were her Knight in Shining Armor and Oz smirked proudly, shrugging his shoulders."Yeah... well... I didn't want you to get hurt." He answered. He glanced over Buffy and King, then the rest of the house that looked like it was hit by a hurricane. "One helluva party, huh?"He didn't seem phased by the whole vampire thing... Buffy wondered why...?"Intense..." King responded."What the hell?! My house!" Cordelia screamed from behind them. There she was... and there was Xander. Why was his mouth covered in lipstick? Why was it the same shade that Cordelia was wearing? Buffy's brows furrowed. Cordelia's cat ears were crooked.Looks like those vampires weren't the only weird and out-of-place thing about tonight..."I should've known. Remind me to never invite you to my Halloween parties ever again, Buffy Summers." Cordelia said through gritted teeth."Whatever, it sucked anyways..." Buffy responded. Was she punning? Get it? Sucked? Vampires? Okay."Well... Happy Halloween?!" Xander spoke with a smile on his face, throwing his hands up, trying to lighten up the mood.But no one felt very light."Shut up, Xander!" Everyone said in unison.

Jafar

10/27/2020 07:47 PM 

Random starter
Current mood:  distressed

G o l d. . . A mortal's steam to grasp, G o l d, richness and meaningless titles weren't /Enough/ for a hungry wrongdoer. Colourless eyes were to drape across the s l e e p i n g kingdom of Agrabah, a kingdom which was in many tales of novels and words of lips. How the silver moonlight kissed the night as it invaded the shadows which shivered and hissed at it, however, the warm breeze was brushing through the hairs which grew tall upon the Vizier's coppered skin, L e a v i n g the world of duties behind the chambers door. Heavy r o b e s which swept across the cold floors of the art of many slaves back in the day, following each step the villain m a d e, the sharpness of the alive feathered figure's feet were resting upon the bladed shoulder of its owner, — Jafar. Jafar h a l t e d his tracks upon the balcony that joined his chambers, allowing the c o o l wind to battle with his c a p e as the vizier /Observed/ the night, it seemed the sunless atmosphere was his favourite. . . Sucking on a d e e p breath, stealing the fresh air above Jafar, later to use it to its advantage by throwing it away from the gaps of his nostrils, however the night betrayed him while his e a r s deceived the madman, causing the man who was birthed with the name of Jafar, ordering Iago to l e a v e his side with a touch of his cold breath. . . He /Needed/ to find the diamond in the rough, at this, the parrot flapped away, resulting Jafar to turn with the spin of his h e e l after hearing the knock which trembled through the doors of his chambers.

progenιтor

10/27/2020 06:02 PM 

The Quest for the Golden Arrow

The Quest for the Golden ArrowFeat:  Soft Pedal and Undying Mentions: Devoue and Earth Angel. Progenitor /1577606Sitting alone in the Lore Library, Alaric Saltzman was going through all books he could find about The Golden Arrow.  He had no idea how long he’d been at it today.   Several months ago, the Necromancer had gained control of Rafael Waithe and used him like a puppet.  Rafael had stabbed Landon Kirby with the Golden Arrow.   Landon was unconscious.   Alaric had seen the boy like this before.  He always ended up bursting into flames and rising up from the ashes.   He’d discovered his ability to fly with wings of flame just before that.   There had to be some way of saving him and triggering his rebirth cycle.  But how?It was very late at night. All the kids in the school were celebrating Halloween at a party in the gym while faculty took the younger students into town to go Trick or Treating.   He left the supervision and chaperoning to Bonnie Bennett of the dance while Laurel Collins was taking the young children Trick or Treating.   Everyone was engaging in celebration of the holiday on one way or another.  Alaric had a lot of work to do and this was the best chance he had to do it.He reached for the bottle of bourbon he had sitting beside the stack of books.  Nothing made sense.  It was all one mystery after another.   He wrapped his fingers around the bottle and pulled it to his mouth.  Downing that last swig, he sat the empty bottle on the table next to him.  His eyes actually physically hurt.   He started to rub them just a moment.   He’d been at it for so long that the words were starting to run together.   He thought he could just lay his head down for just a moment.  Just a little rest…~*~“Dr. Saltzman! Dr. Saltzman!”   He jerked upward to see a young teenaged girl with brown hair in a pulled up style held together with bobby pins.  She wore a black skirt and a dark blue sweater.   “Have you found any clues where to go next?”   She was an eager young lady who was showing deep concern in her expression.He stood up slowly.  He was wearing a brown shirt and blue jeans with a brown leather jacket.  He picked up his fedora and sat it atop his head.  “The Golden Arrow is somewhere within the temple of Artemis at the main altar of the goddess!  We’ve no time to waste Josie!  Malivore’s minions are close.  We need to get away as fast as we can!”A small boy with wet black curls and skin the color of warm cocoa was wearing a baseball cap and a baseball jersey.  He had on knee shorts.   “They’re coming!  They’re coming!”  He shouted running up to the older man and jumping into his arms.   A horde of footsteps were gaining traction the longer that they stood there waiting.  The growling sounds of monsters filled the hall off to the left.Alaric held onto the boy tightly.  “Let’s get out of here! Hold on tight Pietro!”   He reached out with his free hand to grab Josie’s hand.  “RUN!”    She didn’t disagree with him, she clung to his hand and ran with him as fast as they could.The temple of Artemis was filled with elaborate designs telling of all the myths associated with the goddess of the hunt.  The story of Actaeon, the killing of the children of Niobe were just some of the stories that were painted on the walls.   Pedro clung tightly to Alaric as they raced through the temple away from the hideous monsters that were under the control of Malivore.  Josie was keeping up well despite running in heels.  The monsters were gaining on them.  He had to do something to stop them.   There were crumbling parts of the walls where traps had been sprung before in the past.   Alaric stopped handing Pedro to Josie.  “Get him out of here.  I’ll catch up!”   With a pleading look in her eye, Josie took Pedro and ran ahead.Alaric was sure that his two companions were free before he pulled out his bullwhip.   He gave it a few cracks before directing the next crack toward a stone that overhung from a crack in the ceiling just ahead.   The whip wrapped perfectly around the overhanging rock.  He gave a solid yank pulling the stone down causing an avalanche.    The stones that fell blocked the path cutting off Malivore’s monsters from following them.   Content that he had blocked off the monsters, he headed off in the direction that Josie and Pedro had gone.The altar of Artemis looked pristine.  Josie and Pedro were standing in front of it.   It was on a higher pedestal that neither could reach.    Alaric was glad to see his companions were safe.   Josie went up and hugged him.  “I’m so glad you’re alright! Now we have to go get the arrow.”Alaric hugged her back and let her go for the moment.  “I’ll get it.  You two stay here.”   He took a few cautious steps forward.  He grabbed a rock on the ground that looked as though it would be about the same weight as the arrow itself.   He approached the top carefully.   Both hands were next to the Golden Arrow.   He knocked the Golden Arrow into his right hand while his left hand replaced it with the stone.   The ground started to shake but stopped when the stone sat in it’s place.Pedro clapped his hands and shouted.  “Hooray!”  Josie stood beside him with a smile on her face.   They both watched as Alaric started to head down from the altar.  One step that he took started to sink.  Alaric felt his stomach hit his feet.  All around them the ceiling started to drop falling rocks all around them.   Alaric had triggered a trap being a bit too careless on his way back down.   He slid the Golden Arrow in the pouch he carried across his shoulders.  He ran toward Josie and Pedro trying to protect them from the falling rocks.   “Hang on.  We’ll get out of here somehow.”   Alaric assured them.“Look!”  Josie pointed past Alaric toward a gap in the ceiling that began to show the light of day.   The sudden flash of light made Alaric look upward.   He saw the Phoenix Landon Kirby swooping down with his fire wings closer to where they were.   He had snatched up Pedro and extended his hand to Josie and Alaric.   She reached for Landon but not before turning to look at Alaric.  “What about you?”Alaric shook his head.  “You go!  I’ll get out.  I promise!”   He looked toward Landon.  “Get them out of here, please!”   The rocks were continuing to fall closing up the window of time he had to escape.Landon’s wings were steadily flapping and blazing with the fire within him.  “I’m going to come back for you!  I promise!”  He lifted up carrying Josie and Pedro out of Alaric’s sight.Alaric was happy that the three kids had gotten away.   Now he had to get out of there.   A loud cracking sound made him look upward.   A huge chunk of granite was falling down right on his head.   Suddenly his world went black.~*~Alaric sat bolt upright in the Lore Library making the book and the bottle he’d been drinking from fall down to the ground.  The crashing bottle splintered  leaving pieces everywhere.   Okay, so maybe he did have a drinking problem.  Cryptic question, accusatory tone, this doesn't bode well for me.credit: james kriet

ʙᴀʀ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ

10/27/2020 05:28 PM 

Blitzkrieg

//AU Hayley Marshall; drabble featuring Davina Claire mentions Jackson Kenner// One can never quite appreciate the meaning of ‘Blitzkrieg’ until you are abruptly shaken awake at 2:25AM by the shockwave of an explosion. The red flickering ghosts of flames on the walls make for bad company, but they sure wake Hayley up quick.For Hayley, it took less than three seconds to rise out of a regrettably fantastic dream featuring Jackson and an obscene amount of whipped cream in order to jump out of bed with a vicious curse. Although she was wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a bralette, she switched into battle mode immediately and gathered her wits, figuring what to do with the scene around her, assessing the damage and danger. Raging fire, cracked walls most likely rendering her home unstable. Outside she could hear voices.  Hayley padded over to where the woods and the cool darkness beckoned beyond glass panes. Sneaking a peek through the curtain that hadn’t yet caught ablaze had revealed a number of women who stood in a loose circle, all of them featuring prominent jewelry somewhere on their bodies. Occult symbols hanging from them.Hayley grumbled sarcastically and ruffled her hair in frustration and, honestly, in confusion. She wasn't aware that she or anyone else in the pack had pissed off any witches recently. Which of course begged the question who the fvck was burning down her house with her inside?The wooden floorboards were becoming warmer beneath her bare feet. Time to go! And, preferably without being seen by the herd of Harry Potters outside. Hayley had no illusions regarding her prowess despite being a hybrid: if it came down to an open fight between her and a full-fledged coven, she'd be roasted.Making haste she opened the bedroom door, which allowed thick grey smoke to creep in like snatching fingers. Her sense of smell was assaulted with the aroma of burning lacquer and plastic. Her sight was low, barely able to see five feet in front of her even with her amplified sense of sight. She was blinded.She krept through the burning rooms, avoiding witnesses like a burglar in her own home. Nonetheless, a distinctly female shape awaited her behind the curtain that obscured the window to the back porch. Suddenly the glass cracked open and shattered all over the floor, smoke billowing through the curtain as Davina Claire yanked the fabric away and took her friend by the arm, dragging her out the back with a quick makeshift cloaking spell for the two of them.

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