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Nadine

01/29/2023 01:27 AM 

๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ญ! ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ ๐ฆ๐ž

RULES / DISCLAIMER :- This character is an original character with no set verse/universe to be exact. The reason for this is that I just want to write whatever I want. Whether it's verse related or not, I'm going to let the muse take the wheel here for once.- I'm not seeking out a love interest for my character. It's not a priority for me and if and when it ever happens, you'll need to understand that I won't be restricting my character to one person. The reason for this is stated above when I mentioned 'no set verse/universe' - I want to write in pretty much any verse with limited restrictions. - If you are here for smut/sexual content and are generally being a creep because of my face claim. Then the chances are you will get removed straight away or blocked, depending on how pesky you are being. - My writing preference is multi-para with the exception of para as and when required.- I am generally a very private person ooc/RL so please don't be offended if I don't seem to spark up much of an ooc conversation for too long.- My face claims choices might (loose term) change sporadically.- Whether you are here to write with me or to watch from the shadows. I appreciate the small amount of time you took glancing over this. (c) made by creativian

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01/28/2023 04:51 PM 

Prompt - Lobo Fantasma

"If you touch me again, I'll break your fvcking neck." - Dealer's choice.To say Talon was pissed was an understatement. He and his fiancée, Eliana, was having a date night when a man at the club decided he should be dancing with Eliana instead of Talon. The two were complete opposites, it was true. He was tall, slim, tattooed, had several facial piercings, and wore punk attire, while she was just gorgeous. The two contrasted each other drastically. The stranger must've thought Talon was just a friend, which was why he pushed the raven-haired vampire out of the way. Talon's jaw clenched as his hands balled into fists, as his blue orbs looked the muscular man up and down. In typical Eliana fashion, she politely told the man to fvck off and that she was here with her fiancé. However, instead of just walking away, the man motioned toward Talon and let out a roaring laugh. "This guy? Please, sweetie, you could do far better." He stated as he attempted to wrap his arms around her hips. Eliana stood her ground, punched the man square in his jaw, took Talon's hand, and led him home. Knowing Eliana could handle herself, Talon knew better than to interfere. She'd likely pout about not letting her have any fun, so even though it angered him to do so; he kept himself in check - at least until he got home. He made an excuse about having to go to work to check on the bar's inventory, but in reality, he returned to the club to find the man - his scent was still fresh in Talon's mind. He was standing outside with two of his friends, passing around a joint and laughing about something Talon didn't give a fvck about. He started with the friends, wanting to leave the steroid jock for last. Chomping down on one of the men's necks, his hand grabbed the other's throat, his slender digits wrapped around, squeezing tightly. The crimson fluid quenched his thirst, but unlike other vampires, it didn't spark a frenzy in Talon. Blood held no sway over the vampire - that was his 'gift'.His fingers pulled the other's throat out as he drained the life from the one man. Their bodies fell with a thud as Talon licked his lips. His thumb ran along the corner of his mouth, wiping away the blood that had begun to drip down his chin. Back boots stepped over the corpses as his slender frame blurred over to the jock who had frozen in place. Balling his hand into a fist, he thrust it into the man's chest. His Head tilted slightly to the side as a wicked grin formed on his lips. "Nothing to say now, huh?" He mused, chuckling softly. A tap on his back made him snap, thinking it was the man he had bitten - perhaps he didn't die after all. "If you touch me again, I'll break your f***ing neck." He hissed before yanking his hand out of his primary victim's chest. As he turned on his heels with the victim's heart in his hand, Talon's orbs found a dark-haired female before him. "Who the fvck are you?" He asked with a furrowed brow.

๐™—๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™–๐™ฎ๐™–๐™ก trauma!

01/28/2023 02:14 PM 

character study/headcanons.

character study: singing will always be her safe place. it's her connection to her mother,it's her connection to expressing her emotions. it's something that not even her father can takefrom her, try as he has. he can't get to her soul when it's in the music. --------------------------------------------------------Atlantis Cable News/Accountable Cable News:

character study, headcanons, music, politics, real life, MCU

Catherine.

01/28/2023 01:19 PM 

Optional Task #416

Hartsville's Town Events this or that!If you don't know what something is check the Events Tumblr.1.) Above And Beyond or Hartsville Beer Festival2.) Chalk It Up or Sweet Saturday3.) Chopping Block or We React Night4.) Classic Cash or Skateland5.) Dart Drop or Slippery When Wet6.) Enchanted Island or Prestwood Co-Ed Sports7.) Field Days or Stir Crazy8.) Get Vertical or Lawton Park9.) Go Green or Shh! Bid2win10.) Got Mud or Prestwood Party Boats11.) Harvest Moon or Rocketcity12.) Jump Zone or The Crypt13.) Laser Blitz or Prestwood Lake14.) League Of Fire or The Vault15.) Let's Get Together or Yoga Works16.) Planet Granite or Win Or Die17.) Split Happens or Ghost Whisper18.) The Book Box or Breakout Clinic19.) Get High or Kalmia Gardens 20.) Heart Orchard or Runners Ranch21.) Smokey Hill River Festival or Turning Earth 22.) Behind The Curtain or Hartsville Night Out23.) Hartsville Rodeo Company or Lady Godiva24.) Happy Tails or The Pit Stop25.) Sweet Meadows Farm & Orchard or The Great Campout26.) Let's Go Fly A Kite or Lonely Hearts Club27.) On The Same Page or Backyard Bonfire28.) Treasure's Untold or Skeet It Up29.) Slasher Night or Dark Skies30.) Dutch Hollow or The Big Slope 31.) Warefare or The Best Lures 32.) Starlite or Enchanted Island33.) Harvest Moon or Urban Garden 34.) Run-A-Muck or Aqua Dawg 35.) Jeffries Creek or Zachary's Basement  

๐”น๐•๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐”ฝ๐•’๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ช

01/28/2023 01:15 PM 

Banished

Alright, I feel like I should put in some trigger warnings here because things get a bit graphic regarding the descriptions. Also references to sexual abuse. And both the Blue Fairy and Fiona's mother are both d*cks, but I'm biased.  Banished So be it.. written by : ๐”น๐•๐•’๐•”๐•œ ๐”ฝ๐•’๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ช • • • The persistent sound of high heels on marble carried down the corridor towards her bedroom as Fiona slipped in through the balcony door, grabbing her wand to instantly clean the mud stains from the hems of her skirts. She turned to the full-length mirror, noticing the leaves and twigs that had gathered in her hair, picking them out in haste just as the door to her bedroom was pushed open.“Your mother requests your presence in the throne room” Blue’s voice. Fiona rolled her eyes. She was sure that her hatred of Blue practically radiated from her pores. Not that Blue would notice, always too far up her mother’s backside to care about what anyone else thought of her.“I believe it’s customary to knock before entering a Princess’ bed chambers” she responded eventually. Protocol wasn’t exactly something cared for, but Blue did, so Fiona did enjoy throwing it in her face when she could do so.“Immediately, Fiona.” The tone of her voice made the princess turn with an arched eyebrow. Blue was often impatient with her, but this tone was snappier than she’d experienced before.She felt almost timid as she stepped into the throne room, but she didn’t let it show. She was used to her mother’s disappointment by this point, and Clarion certainly looked disappointed as Fiona moved towards the throne.“You called for me, mother?” Fiona asked, her tone one of impatience. Her mother’s gaze fixed on her, the undertone of rage still residing there, as it had since the day that Fiona had practically caused a war to break out by defending herself.“You stole Pixie Dust from the vault.” Was it a question? Fiona couldn’t decide. It didn’t seem like one, so she didn’t answer. Clarion said nothing but simply stared at her daughter. A silent stalemate between the two until she eventually broke the silence once more. “Is it true?”Fiona watched as Blue joined her mother, sitting on a small stool at her side.“Fiona” her mother’s voice broke her train of thought and her dark eyes moved back onto the woman who had once been her whole world. There had been warmth in Clarion once, she had been Fiona’s home. Now that warmth was gone, and Fiona didn’t know where home was anymore.“Yes..”There was an odd murmuring among the fairies behind her, her mother’s court erupting in whispers. It was one of the Fairy’s core rules that Pixie Dust was restricted stealing of such from the Sacred Fairy Vault was punishable with banishment. The news that the Queen’s daughter had broken such a rule was quite the scandal.“Fiona.. you know our laws. You’ve studied them endlessly. You know the punishment for this..” Clarion began, rising to her feet. Fiona knew the punishment, but she also knew that fairies were meant to protect children. She had taken the dust to do just that, to free the children of one village from an ogre, but her mother wouldn’t care. None of them would. Fairies didn’t really protect children. They simply acted like they did, as long as that protection lay within their own ridiculous laws.“However... I’m willing to forgive your theft should you agree to apologise to Lord Zephyr.” The Queen’s words seemed to cause a stir in the room, and Blue jumped up to her feet.“Your Grace... The law..”“I’m aware of the law, thank you..” Clarion brushed Blue aside as she fixed her gaze back on her daughter. Fiona shot Blue a look. The banishment process removed a fairy’s wings and was said to be so painful that very few actually survived the full de-winging, and yet this woman who had been around her since she was a child was here, reminding her mother that their laws meant that Fiona should be put through such a process. “Well?”Fiona shook her head. The things Lord Zephyr had done to her were, frankly, unforgivable. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t, apologise for removing the fingers that had entered her against her will, no matter the cost.“I won’t apologise, mother. He—“Clarion raised her hand to silence her, stepping down from the dais. She looked over her daughter for a moment, a look in her eyes that Fiona hadn’t seen before. Was it regret? Perhaps. But if so, it was most certainly not regret that she was having to do this. Rather regret that she had not done it sooner, she was sure.“One last chance..”“Mother..”“Agree to apologise..” their eyes met, and Fiona almost heard the silent 'please' that lingered in the air, but she couldn’t subject herself to an apology, to pleading for forgiveness from the most arrogant man she had ever met, and seeing him get away with abusing her without so much as a raised word. Her stubbornness rose within her once more. The audacity of even being asked to consider such a thing. What did she care if the Kingdom was at war? It should be. Her own kingdom should have declared war on Zephyr’s the moment he had dared to rip the delicate material of the dress she had worn that night. She hoped war made every fairy here suffer the pain she had been forced to suffer for the last few weeks.“No, mother.” the defiance in her voice spoke volumes, though the sound had barely been a squeak. Clarion would not be defied again. She had offered what she believed to be a generous route out of what was about to happen, only to have it thrown in her face by a headstrong teenager.“So be it,” she said simply, raising her wand towards her sixteen-year-old daughter, flicking her wrist. Almost instantly, the heat of a thousand suns was burning on Fiona’s back, her eyes squeezing closed as she tried to deal with the pain without crying out. She wouldn’t show weakness in front of her mother, or Blue if she could help it. Invisible talons of pure fire dug into her back, gripping her wings at the base and pulling and tearing them off her back and Fiona suddenly felt more pain than she had ever felt as her nerves screamed at the sensation. The princess fell to her knees, a scream of pain leaving her for the first time, her breath catching in her chest as her nails clawed the throne room floor hard enough to leave grooves in the hardwood.“Mother...”Tear-filled eyes looked up at her mother, but she saw no love or kindness in her mother’s eyes, only something that looked like relief. Scream after scream left her until her throat was raw from the sound, she could barely breathe as the pain overwhelmed her body, burning and tugging followed by searing agony.Cheeks damp with tears, Fiona looked to her mother once more, her voice trembling“Mama.. please..”Her voice was as small and soft as it had been in her youth as she begged. Begged for the pain to stop. Begged for her mother to end it one way or another.Clarion turned her back and headed back towards her throne. As she sat down upon it, she flicked her wand at Fiona once more, sending her away from her home to some overgrown forest within another realm.

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01/28/2023 01:11 PM 

ShellShock - Prompt

  "Someone has seen way too many Saw movies." Talon to Dante.Talon's black Samsung buzzed in the inner pocket of his leather jacket as he leaned against the brick wall of his front porch. Plucking the cigarette from his lips, he swiped "Accept" and brought the phone to his ear. "Little Sparda! What can I help you with today?" Talon's deep tone was jubilant as he enjoyed working with Dante. The two had a great rapport, and their matching sarcasm made each job that much more entertaining. "Oh, I will be right over." He stated, his tone now serious.Pulling his black Corvette up to the abandoned warehouse, Talon's left brow perked as he stepped out of the car. His nose scrunched as the scent of the blood flooded his nostrils from the distance. His red hues spotted the shorter white-haired male by an open door and walked over to him, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. "Let's see what chaos this demon has caused! It smells messy." He said walking past Dante and into the warehouse. The scene before him was chaotic indeed. A woman hung from the ceiling, her ribcage torn open and on the floor. Her intestines hung from her torso, trailing down to the ground. Blood still dripped from the bones and her body. The sight made Talon's jaw clench. He was always in control of his bloodlust - the way it called out to other vampires must have been in a pitch he couldn't hear. Blood held no sway over him, aside from needing it to survive. "Well, someone has seen way too many Saw movies." He stated, stepping closer to inspect the corpse. He had his dark side, much like everyone else, but nothing like this. Talon often toyed with his meals, shallow cuts in their skin before ending their lives; teasing them with the hope of their survival; but in the end, their deaths were far less gruesome."I know a demon did it - see the markings on the edges of her flesh?" Dante began. "I just can't tell why he went after her. Usually, they do this to other supernaturals, not humans." Crossing his arms over his chest, he sighed.Talon shrugged and pulled out his cigarettes. "She isn't human, D. Her blood, it's not normal." He shook his head and put a cigarette between his lips. "It's... sweet, annoyingly sweet. Maybe nephilim?" Lighting the cigarette, his gaze narrowed in thought as he took a long drag. "Angelic fvcks always smell sweet." He muttered, recalling the run-in he had with one back int he late 60s.

Demonic Pursuit

01/28/2023 12:09 PM 

Back to You.

@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Karma'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=BenchNine'); @import 'https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Roboto+Condensed'; allison argent home comment message gallery blog stream these violent delights She gets back on her feet and looks through the boxes around her for a notepad and something to write with. It is not worth the risk for her to try to keep everything in her brain because there are too many things for her to monitor, too many potential catastrophes to prevent, and too many people who need her assistance. What if she leaves anything important behind? Or is it possible that the longer she remains here, the memories start to slip away?Allison gives a knowing nod to herself. First, she must record all she can remember on paper, just in case the passage of time causes her memories to become hazy or even completely evaporate. After that, she can work out the remainder of this situation. She begins with the timeline that she has been using for the past few years in her head. If tomorrow is the first day of school, then Laura has already passed away, Peter has already assumed the alpha role, and Scott has already been bitten. Derek is already at Beacon Hills or is very close to being there. Allison is still determining the precise time when he showed up in the city. Lydia continues to behave as though she is an airhead to divert attention. She is currently seeing Jackson, who is still struggling with abandonment issues and behaving offensively. However, that was ingrained in his nature from the beginning. Stiles will likely start piecing together what happened to Scott in the not-too-distant future. And at the same time, as she was writing everything down, the memories were running through her head. Every time Scott says, "I love you," each and every teeny-tiny second. she experienced. She makes a mental note on her list while leaning back in her chair and pressing the palms of her hands into her eyes. She is suffering from a throbbing headache and extreme exhaustion due to all that has happened tonight.First, Allison comes up with a plan. She feels ragged at the edges, like she's been stretched too thin, weary, and trembling. Her unsteadiness has become even more severe since she passed away...or was taken...or whatever else may have transpired in the previous few weeks. The past few weeks have not precisely been restful in any way. Tonight is not the time to go off half-cocked and attract attention she does not require because hunters, werewolves, and wild alphas are rampaging around Beacon Hills.On the other hand, Beacon Hills is not the place for her to go off half-cocked. This indicates that she needs to get some weapons as soon as possible. She wants her bow, but wearing it in public would draw too much attention to her. She does not want her parents to ask questions to which she does not have the answers since she does not yet know what she will do regarding the situation with her parents. Her parents are not at a point in their lives where they are able to accept the idea that werewolves do not inherently behave horribly. Even though he is a stickler for the rules, her father does not consider werewolves to be human. She will have to deal with it at some point in the future, but for the time being, she cannot confront the gravity of dealing with that situation.She is the first one to dress. It was dark, and the pants and jacket were simple to move in. She searches silently among the boxes strewn about her room to locate her hiking boots or tennis shoes. After some time, she looks under her desk and finds a package with a pair of black tennis shoes stuffed inside of it. She reaches for them and puts them on before tiptoeing over to the door.Allison gets down on her knees to remove the case, and as she does so, she releases the clasps and carefully lets the lid drop to the floor. She gives a little grin, which is more of a twitch of her lip than anything else, and gently runs her hands over her bow. Allison is being cautious with it out of respect for it. She moves to pick it up but pauses as she realizes there is no place for her to conceal it in her current location. Carrying a bow in such a way is far too apparent; it will attract glances, inquiries, and attention that she does not require at best and will identify her as a Hunter to anybody who is knowledgeable about the subject at worst. She pulls her bow out of its case and places it on the ground with extreme caution before opening the second compartment of her case. She stores a few smaller items, such as sharpeners, spare strings, and a little knife set that was a gift from her father in that compartment. Once she had reached a level of comfort with the bow, he gave her them and encouraged her to try them out. The previous version of Allison had disliked them because she thought them to be cumbersome and clumsy compared to the grace she displayed with her bow, but now? Allison takes out two of the knives and juggles them in her palm before putting them back in the sheath. Now, Allison has put her life in danger more than once, has been willing to give her life for her friends, and has gone through the training required to become a Hunter. Although the hours of practice have worn away at the muscle memory, the information has been recovered. Just before she goes, she detours her notebooks to add to her list the task of putting herself through Hunter training.She needed to reach Scott. Before everything went wrong, only one person could assist her because of the migraines before her memory completely vanished, and she swiped. She was aware of it. It never failed to circle back around to Scott. It was Scott all along. It was always going to come back around to Scott in the end. It was essential for her to communicate with Scott. Irrespective of whether or not they were involved in a romantic relationship. Someone who was thoroughly familiar with her.

Steven Mactovish

01/28/2023 10:36 PM 

Paving the way

"We pave the way for our children, even as they're forced to sometimes clean up our messes and rectify our mistakes. Because try as we might, we aren't perfect." Steven mused. He stood in the dream realm, glancing back at Linnea as she slept. He sensed the goddess appear and glanced at her but said nothing, waiting for her to comment. She finally did after a minute. "Not the best ending was it." Steven shook his head. "I thought we had won when the Ing were destroyed. Did we screw something up?" He had seen most of their friends dead from a battle against an unknown enemy. His and Linnea's final act was to overload their bodies with an explosion of energy and take as many of the enemy with them as possible, fading away after.The goddess shook her head. "They're called the Vagari and yes, you had secured your future with your victory over the Ing. But the future is always in motion." Steven looked at her. "I thought it was Corey's job to lead his generation into a new age." The goddess smiled. "That is correct. But is it not the parent's job to pave the way? Especially when the parents are you and Linnea."Steven sighed and looked towards the sky. It was perpetual twilight, as always, looking back at her after. "What are they? The Vagari I mean." "They're the corrupted dream creatures you've seen and fought. But soon they will learn how to take human form and leave this place." Steven stared at her. "Does that mean this place will be empty?" "Some will remain but yes, most will leave to fight the Soul Bonded, hoping to take your power."Steven nodded, thinking for a moment before coming to his next question. "Kaylee gave me the ability to use dark energy as the Ing did. But when Linnea tried to touch it, I pushed her away." The goddess nodded. "As always, your instincts serve you well. She must never touch it. She might be able to purify it with her light if it's a small amount, but she must be cautious. As you know, she holds the majority of your power in her. But your darkness is your own. It would corrupt her." "Won't I be corrupted?" Steven asked and she shook her head. "It's in your nature to walk a path between light and darkness. Just as it's in Linnea's nature to heal those who are hurting. She is your tether." Steven stared in realization. Linnea had always stopped him from going too far and letting his demon's rage take over completely.It made sense. Linnea had only ever fought to defend their children, and now that most of them were old enough to fight, she'd likely fight even less. Yet she had witnessed every battle he had fought. Steven looked at the goddess, wondering suddenly if Kaylee tricked him into accepting the ability to use dark energy as one final, spiteful act. The goddess shook her head. "The ability to use dark energy will be helpful to you in future battles, even essential in others. As with all power, you must use it wisely.""Will Corey gain these abilities?" She shook her head. "His power is his own. You can use demonic energy, launch shards of diamond, dark and holy energies due to your sword. But you can never use magic as your children can. Corey is stepping into his true power, as your other children will when they're ready. I felt they would appreciate that more."Steven nodded, knowing that despite his love for his children, he and Linnea cast long shadows in their world. Big shoes to fill, as humans would say. Corey especially wanted to make his own mark, rather than being simply known as his parent's son. 

๐Ÿ”ฅ แดŠแดœsแด› แด€ แด…ส€แด‡แด€แด ๐Ÿ”ฅ

01/28/2023 10:23 PM 

๐Ÿ”ฅ Just A Dream's Rules ๐Ÿ”ฅ
Current mood:  adored

โ˜† DETAILS โ˜†1: 1ST & ONLY ORIGINAL JUST A DREAM DIAMOND ANGELICA THORN LEGION-MYERS SINCE JANUARY 28TH 20232: NO DRAMA ZONE, RUDE BEHAVIOR, OR BULLYING ALLOWED AT ALL 3: PROUD MEMBER OF OUR FAMILY & ALLIES RPG 4: PLEASE READ MY BLOG BEFORE ADDING ME 5: I WILL ONLY BE ACCEPTING MEMBERS OF OUR FAMILY & ALLIES RPG 6: I RESERVE MY RIGHT TO DENY>BLOCK 7: HALLOWEEN OC & SELECTIVE ADDER โ˜† RULES โ˜†1: VERY HAPPILY MARRIED TO & DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH MY VERY HANDSOME HUSBAND DAKOTA STORM MYERS IF YOU ARE SINGLE AND LOOKING DON'T BOTHER ADDING ME CAUSE I WILL NEVER CHEAT ON HIM2: I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY WRESTLERS, ANIMES, S&L, TEEN WOLF, SOA, TWD, TVD,  TWILIGHT, OOC MINORS, DRAMA KINGS OR DRAMA QUEENS, MAFIA, NO MIRRORS UNLESS I KNOW YOU IN OOC, OTHER RPGS, OR ANY FORBIDDEN VERSES 3: I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY OF THESE FOLLOWING FACES: NO AMBER HEARD'S, MEGAN FOX'S, PHOEBE TONKIN'S, KRISTEN STEWART'S, MILEY CYRUS', JUSTIN BIEBER'S, JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN'S, KAT DENNINGS', GARRETT DILLAHUNT'S, KANYE WEST'S, OR COLE HAUSER'S 4: I WILL NOT ACCEPT OR TOLERATE ANY RACISM, BIGOTRY, OR BULLYING WHATSOEVER ON MY ACCOUNT 5: NO OTH OR SPN FACES UNLESS I KNOW YOU IN OOC 6: PROUD WIFE & MOMMY7: PROUD WIFE OF DAKOTA STORM MYERS (MY SOULMATE & THE LOVE OF MY LIFE)โ˜† GENRES โ˜† 1: HORROR 2: CRIME (NOT MAFIA)3: MEDICAL 4: MOVIES 5: TELEVISION 6: CROSSOVERS โ˜† VERSES โ˜†1: HALLOWEEN2: ER3: THREE'S COMPANY 4: GRIZZLY ADAMS 5: CROSSOVERS 6: CLASSIC TV 

๐Ÿ”ฅ แด›สœแด‡ ษขษชส€สŸ ษชs แดษชษดแด‡ ๐Ÿ”ฅ

01/28/2023 07:16 PM 

๐Ÿ”ฅ The Girl Is Mine's Rules ๐Ÿ”ฅ
Current mood:  adored

โ˜† DETAILS โ˜†1: 1ST & ONLY ORIGINAL THE GIRL IS MINE DAKOTA STORM MYERS SINCE JANUARY 28TH 20232: NO DRAMA ZONE  OR BULLYING ALLOWED AT ALL 3: PLEASE READ MY BLOG BEFORE ADDING ME 4: I WILL ONLY BE ACCEPTING MEMBERS OF OUR FAMILY & ALLIES RPG 5: PROUD MEMBER OF OUR FAMILY & ALLIES RPG 6: HALLOWEEN OC & SELECTIVE ADDER 7: I RESERVE MY RIGHT TO DENY>BLOCK โ˜† RULES โ˜†1: VERY HAPPILY MARRIED TO & DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH MY VERY BEAUTIFUL WIFE DIAMOND ANGELICA THORN LEGION-MYERS IF YOU ARE SINGLE AND LOOKING DON'T BOTHER ADDING ME CAUSE I WILL NEVER CHEAT ON HER 2: I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY WRESTLERS, ANIMES, S&L, TEEN WOLF, SOA, TWD, TVD,  TWILIGHT, OOC MINORS, DRAMA KINGS OR DRAMA QUEENS, MAFIA, NO MIRRORS UNLESS I KNOW YOU IN OOC,  OTHER RPGS, OR ANY FORBIDDEN VERSES 3: I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY OF THESE FOLLOWING FACES: NO AMBER HEARD'S, MEGAN FOX'S,  PHOEBE TONKIN'S, KRISTEN STEWART'S, MILEY CYRUS', JUSTIN BIEBER'S, JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN'S, KANYE WEST'S, KAT DENNINGS', GARRETT DILLAHUNT'S, OR COLE HAUSER'S 4: I WILL NOT ACCEPT OR TOLERATE ANY RACISM OR BULLYING WHATSOEVER ON MY ACCOUNT 5: NO OTH OR SPN FACES UNLESS I KNOW YOU IN OOC 6: PROUD HUSBAND & FATHER 7: PROUD HUSBAND OF DIAMOND ANGELICA THORN LEGION-MYERS (MY SOULMATE & THE LOVE OF MY LIFE)โ˜† GENRES โ˜†1: HORROR 2: CRIME (NOT MAFIA)3: MEDICAL 4: TELEVISION 5: MOVIES 6: CROSSOVERS โ˜† VERSES โ˜†1: HALLOWEEN2: ER3: THREE'S COMPANY 4: GRIZZLY ADAMS 5: MOVIES 6: CLASSIC TV 

kiran

01/28/2023 03:52 PM 

plot wishlist - messed up plot edition

these are for those seeking more taboo and triggering plots. I do tend to write Ki as submissive but you are more than welcome to suggest otherwise.   kidnapping plot. exactly how it’s written. kidnap my girl and do awful things to her. psychiatric ward au - Kiran is a short stay patient in a psychiatric ward for suicidal tendencies related to dysphoria. you can either be a nurse, doctor or psychiatrist who takes advantage of her.  More family related plots of the spicy kind. give me an abusive relationship. make me absolutely miserable by making Ki miserable.  monster x human.  human doll that you can use for whatever desires.

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01/28/2023 02:54 PM 

Turning - 1920s

Blurred vision mixed with a lack of balance, the lanky raven-haired man stumbled over his feet as his hand reached out to hold the brick wall, attempting to steady him. His eyelids closed halfway as his free, bloodied hand combed through his messy locks, causing him to wince at the pain. "Fvck." He groaned, looking at his battered knuckles and his bloodied fingertips. His head pounded, and his knuckles stung. The man he fought at the bar had gotten several good hits on him. He could feel the cut on his cheek, and his head, mouth, and jaw felt bruised.The blurred vision was mainly due to the volume of alcohol he had consumed, though it was highly likely he had a concussion. The man he fought had bashed him over the head with an empty beer bottle, after all. What they were fighting about, Talon couldn't remember. He just knew he threw the first punch and the last.Rifling through his jacket pocket, Talon pulled out a pack of cigarettes and matches. Shaky digits pulled a singular fag out and placed it between his lips, wincing once more from the feel of the paper on his split bottom lip. Striking the match and lighting the end of the cigarette, he took a long drag, flicked the match into a puddle on the ground, and returned the items to his pocket.Turning to rest his back against the cool wall, he pulled the cigarette from his lips and exhaled the smoke slowly. Tilting his head back and closing his eyes for a brief moment, a sharp pain caused his eyes to shoot open. Before he could make a sound, the venom had already shut him up with euphoric bliss. His eyelids fluttered and his breath caught as he tilted his head to the side, giving the vampire that had his fangs in Talon's neck more room. Already fvcked up from the alcohol and fight, it didn't take long for Talon to pass out. The vampire left him in the alley, assuming he would die momentarily, but what he didn't realize was that the venom had already begun working its way through the man's system. Dropped like a corpse onto the stone alleyway, Talon's thin frame lay motionless, but internally he was screaming and clawing at his neck. The pain was excruciating. Such a stark contrast to how the venom felt initially.  The pain made it seem like hours had passed when in reality only minutes had. One feature of Talon's that made him stand out from the rest was his light blue hues. They contrasted his dark hair and pale skin beautifully, but now they were blood red. His pale skin was even lighter, and his chest wasn't moving. He now lacked a heartbeat and didn't have to breathe. As he regained control of his body, he felt a burn in his throat. Not yet realizing what had happened, he scrambled to his feet. Carding his now healed hand through his dark locks, his brow furrowed when it didn't hurt. Holding his hands in front of him, his skin was flawless. There was dried blood where injuries used to be, but no wound or scar. He could see everything very clearly and the sounds from the bar behind him were clearly audible. "What the fvck...?"His mind was racing. What the fvck happened? The last thing he could recall was lighting his cigarette, which was now burnt out and dirtied on the stone path beneath him. Rubbing his face, he sighed heavily and shook his head. As he walked home things began to clear up. It was clear he was no longer intoxicated, hell he had never felt so energized before. The enhanced hearing and sight were overwhelming at first, but he quickly adjusted. Newborns are usually feral due to hunger. Blood is the only thing on their mind, but that wasn't the case with Talon. He was able to ignore the burn in his throat with ease. His focus was on going home and figuring out what happened. It was well after midnight when Talon quietly entered the Brandon family home - his father, stepmother, and little sister were asleep, so Talon quietly went to his room. Sitting on his bed, he kicked his shoes off and stared at the wooden floor beneath him, his mind slowly recalling the events that happened.He went to the bar, got into a fight with a large man for taking his drink, won the fight, left the bar, and got bit by a vampire. His eyes went wide and his hands gripped the mattress tightly. Vampires weren't supposed to be real - they were stories to make the kids behave. His father's snoring on the other side of the house made his head turn, his head pointed toward the source of the sound. Fvck. I'm a fvcking vampire.

Adverse Fate

01/28/2023 12:12 PM 

Oklahoma City

(This is a quickie AU starter I did for someone who wasn't sure how to write in the historical/old west/Victorian-ish verse, so I kept it relatively simple. She was writing as a dance hall performer and singer in Oklahoma City. Not my best work, but it’s a more repentant, regretful Bob in this one, whereas in other ideas I tend to write more about his arrogance, desire for celebrity status and the fact that his traveling show performances actually did well with some of the public at first, before his ever-changing luck took another nosedive.)Seven years and twenty days. Such was the length of time that had passed from the day Bob had gunned down his idol, outlaw Jesse James, and the moment in 1889 when Bob rode into the town recently renamed Oklahoma City. Just a day earlier, on April 22, the town had welcomed its incorporation under the new name, and Bob could see evidence of the festivities everywhere he looked. Colorful bunting adorned fences and discarded confetti littered the streets and boardwalks, all remnants of revelry from the day before. The first rush of eager white settlers was pouring in to take advantage of President Harrison’s opening of the area from its former “Indian Country” designation.The excitement had nothing to do with twenty-seven year old Robert Ford, of course, and he was merely another face in the crowd. All around him were throngs of land-hungry Americans arriving in wagons, drifting in by foot or on horseback like Bob himself. But being prone to pangs of self torment and regret in recent months, something melancholy inside of the man was triggered by the sight of so much celebration and activity. Only the horse beneath him could sense the change in Bob’s mood, the memories weighing him down as if a blacksmith’s anvil had dropped to the man’s shoulders and added to the saddle load.You know what I expected? Bob thought miserably to himself, remembering the aftermath of Jesse’s death. He still mourned the fall of his idol, the shooting of an outlaw by Bob’s own hand, a larger than life figure Bob had worshiped since childhood. Applause. Jesse had become a problem to everyone, including himself, and especially the law. I thought I’d be the hero, that I’d be the one celebrated with parades and accolades and confetti thrown in the streets when I passed by. But they didn’t applaud. Not even at the shows. Not once.Before dinnertime, Bob had checked his horse into the local livery and secured himself a room at a boarding house while he surveyed the town’s potential for his personal interest. It would be good to sleep in a real bed for a change, he decided, after weeks of making camp in the hills during his travels from Kansas and his native Missouri. The railroad was not yet established in the lands of Oklahoma, much of it still considered the country of native tribes, and he’d been on horseback for so long his legs were chafed and sore. But the journey was worth it, if things materialized as he hoped. He enjoyed a bath and a long rest, before the following day would be the start of what he hoped to be a successful chapter in what had been a miserable life so far.A longing for a quieter life in anonymity was precisely why he was in Oklahoma City. Two failed attempts to establish his own saloons in other areas had pushed him onward, armed with the idea of building another dancehall in a booming town. If he played his cards right, the new town held a great deal of promise, and the morning after his arrival Bob met with a banker to secure his own property claim. Over the next few weeks, Bob was relieved to discover that, with all the excitement around him, no one recognized the man who had shot the legendary Jesse James on April 3, 1882. Jesse’s killer no longer sought the attention and praise he once craved, and blending into the crowd was a breath of fresh air for the first time in his life. Once upon a time he'd resented being a nobody, but that had all changed for Bob Ford. If anything, he now just wanted to live comfortably in a quiet, decent existence while regretting everything he had been, and had become.It was later that summer when Ford’s Hall was open for business, Bob’s new saloon and dance hall in Oklahoma City. Just as he’d hoped, business was booming like the town itself, but one of his handful of dancers had just run off with some cowboy who had gotten her pregnant. Another young woman had succumbed to laudanum addiction. Desperately in need of some fresh talent, Bob left his bartender in charge of Ford’s Hall for the evening and dressed for dinner in another establishment down the road. A quiet figure in his black, three-piece sack suit and bowler hat, Bob gazed at his unsmiling reflection in the mirror. Jesse would have approved of the clothing, he realized, hardly surprised by that admission. After all, Bob had been obsessed with Jesse, from the tall tales written about the James-Younger gang’s exploits in the dime store novels to the outlaw style of dress and mannerisms."But you never owned an honest business in your life,” Bob muttered to Jesse’s imaginary presence behind him. The man’s ghost was always present, it seemed. “And that’s where I need to draw the line from now on. ‘Cause you’re dead, and I’m the reason, and it was all for nothin’. So now I gotta do somethin’ about it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta find another dancer who’ll give an honest day’s work and give the folks in my saloon somethin’ to smile about.” He nodded to the reflection, forcing a smile. He didn’t feel it, but it would do.The saloon he wandered into was noisy and crowded. Rough men huddled over a faro table or leaned in chairs around decks of cards. A mahogany bar was lined by other men hoisting mugs of beer and glasses of whiskey. A crowd was beginning to settle into chairs set up in front of a tiny, curtained stage, making ready for another show to start. Bob made mental notes as he leaned against the bar with blue eyes focused on the stage. This saloon was busy, sure, but he knew his could be better. He’d just have to see what the onstage talent might be. 

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01/27/2023 11:25 PM 

The Defintion of Death

  The Definition of Death. How does it feel to die? My name is Stephanie Brown and this is how I died. Everything she had hurt. Pain was such a constant that she began to go numb. The twisted face of a man seeking to end her was etched in her memory. Roman Sionis, the Black Mask, wanted to end her life. Stephanie Brown, the latest Batgirl was just at the edge of death's door.It appeared that the passage of time ground to a screeching halt. Stephanie was losing the battle. The smell of copper burnt her nostrils. It was blood. It was her blood. She struggled to breathe and just couldn't. Broken ribs made deep breaths impossible. It wouldn't be long now."She's in here!" Stephanie knew that voice. It was her mentor, Bruce Wayne, the Batman. He was already too late. Her breathing was faint. He kicked the rubble out of the way, peeling it back with fear in each movement. It was like he knew what he would find. The light intensified around her when the debris was cleared away. She moaned slightly when he lifted her out of the rubble.Passing time continued to march on without her. Her next cognizant thought was in the clinic of Dr. Leslie Thompkins. She knew Dr. Thompkins well. "Stephanie. Can you hear me honey? You're going to make it okay? You just have to trust me on this."Stephanie's battered cheek was turning as purple as her costume. Her bottom lip was split and bleeding. She managed to slowly sneak out her tongue to moisten those lips. "It…it hurts. Make it…stop." The girl's pleas reached through to the older woman who gave her an injection in her IV. Stephanie's body began to relax. Death was coming."Stephanie?" It was the voice of Batman. He'd already seen Jason like this. Now seeing Stephanie like this was breaking through to the heart of the man beneath the gruff exterior. "Can you hear me?" His voice was a soft plea desperately hoping for the answer from the girl who had become one of his child soldiers.Her eyelashes fluttered. She tried to focus on the shape of the Batman standing over her. Batman's opinion meant everything to her. "...When you let me become Robin, it wasn't just a trick to get Tim to come back or your way to show me I wasn't cut out for the job?" It was a struggle to get each word to come out of her lips.He was cracking and she could see it. "Stephanie…I.." He couldn't manage to speak without choking on the words. He wanted to see her walk out of here and into complete wholeness again."Was any of it real?" The tiniest hint of a tear formed in her right eye soon racing down her cheek. She had to know. It would give her the peace she needed to die as a hero."Of course you were." He told her. It wasn't a lie. She had earned the right all on her own. Now she was paying for all of it, with her own blood. The last thing she remembered was the glistening cheeks under the Dark Knight's cowl.Stephanie Brown's lithe body fell completely at rest after these words that gave her the validation she needed to achieve that lasting peace. The machine monitoring her vitals all went flat. The steady beep meant that Stephanie Brown was gone.EpilogueBlonde eyelashes fluttered again. She was taking in the sights around her slowly. She was no longer in Dr. Thompkins' clinic. Sitting beside Stephanie was a woman she didn't recognize. "Shh! Just relax sweetheart. You're safe." The older woman gently caressed the girl's arm protectively."Where am I?" She asked with a stronger voice. She didn't even try to sit up because it was a lost cause. She was definitely still profoundly injured."Safe. Black Mask can't find you. Neither can Batman. Just focus on getting better for now." The woman had a kind face that Stephanie trusted, letting her own eyes close again.My name is Stephanie Brown, and I'm not dead after all.  message back comment back group rps my profile

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01/27/2023 04:05 PM 

๐Ÿ”ฅ ABC 123'S RULES ๐Ÿ”ฅ
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