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Goodbye my love, A week had passed since the phone call with Tawny or very nearly, and he regretted not calling to check up on her but he could certainly place the blame on the actual recording sessions. Intended to be a one day session, it had stretched out to take several days to complete, due to the fact the sessions had been plagued with equipment failures, or other such nonsense. And yet here he was, driving alone to a gig. It seemed that since that outburst it had been one failure after another, and he hoped there was going to be nothing to foul this gig up.But luckily the traffic wasn’t giving him a headache with a backup on the thoroughfare, but his mind, it seemed, was a universe away. Idly he pressed a preset button on the radio and II Can’t Quit you Baby by Led Zeppelin came through the car speakers. Certainly an ironic song for the way he was feeling right now. Before he knew it, the exit for Sunset Boulevard was approaching, and he prepared to pull off the highway. It was certainly true. Since the evening he had met Tawny at that restaurant, he had been smitten beyond belief by Tawny, and even through this separation, it was impossible to quit her. Even at the thought of it, his heart had seemed to lodge in his throat, threatening to cut off air. Why was he so f***ing nervous? He and Tawny had known each other since 1987. There shouldn’t be any reason why he should be acting in such a manner. It wasn’t like this was a first date…or was it?David pulled into the parking lot of the Black Cat and found a parking space in the back. Gripping the steering wheel he inhaled sharply. He glanced at the sky and furrowed his eyebrows, funny. There was no talk of rain in the forecast from what he’d heard but the sky looked like it was about to let loose at any moment, which did no small favors for him, but it lit a fire under him to exit the car, and hightail it to the stage door entrance of the club.The backstage area was cramped, but he maneuvered to his dressing room and shed his jacket, then hung it on the inside of the door. Even from his vantage point in the dressing room, he could hear the band beginning to set up for a soundcheck. At least he wasn’t late for it.He glanced over to the small closet in the corner and saw that his clothing for the show had already been unpacked and hung up neatly, but he was soon distracted by a knock at the door. Immediately he presumed it could be one of the boys coming to tell him they were ready to begin the soundcheck. But something told him it couldn’t be. The knock was lighter. He adjusted the leather jacket he was wearing and approached the door. He reached out and opened it. Instead, he saw Tawny, in a short dress that accentuated her curves exquisitely. The look was completed by fishnets and stilettos with her hair teased to perfection.“I hope you don't mind me coming back here, David. A friend just dropped me off. And I thought…”David stepped aside and gestured for her to come in, then closed the door behind her. “You look incredible, baby.”She only gave a small smile and figited her hands in front of her, which caused David to furrow his eyebrows in concern. “Tawny?” he intoned as he urged her to sit down. br> There was another knock at the door and he could hear Adrian’s voice on the other end. “David, we need to get to that soundcheck. The management is yapping about it.”“I’ll be out in a few, stall them for a few moments, I don’t care.” Adrian didn’t need to know he was in here trying to talk to Tawny. He glanced at the door a few moments then turned his undivided attention back to Tawny. “Baby, I can’t help you if you won’t talk to me. There has got to be something a lot deeper than just missing me. Is your depression weighing you down again?”“David, I really don’t know what it is. I made a rash decision in the heat of the moment when I walked out. I know that for a fact. And I also think it could be the fact that I was off my medication at the time of our fight. That’s what caused me to snap. And I just…walked out without thinking. Which I shouldn’t have done.”He sighed and stood, raising an eyebrow at this newfound information. His mind was swimming. Her outburst was now making more sense. She hadn’t been in her correct frame of mind when she’d had the outburst and walked out. But he knew the wrong thing to do at this moment was to react the way she had done. Waiting for a few moments, he came and sat beside her. “Baby, listen. If taken correctly per doctor’s orders, that medicine is there to help you. In order for me to come back home, you have to be back on it, baby. It won’t do us any good if we’re always at each other’s throats.” He took one of her hands into his and gently threaded it through her hair with the other. “Listen. After the show tonight, we’ll talk more, I promise. You know how my bandmates are. If I don’t show up for this soundcheck, they’re going to knock down that door.” It was meant as a jest, but there was an element of truth in the statement as well.” He stood, glanced down at her and squeezed her shoulder. “Try not to worry, baby. If you want to, you can either stay here or you can sit in on the soundcheck. It’s up to you.”Tawny thought for a moment, but David could tell something else was eating at her. “Something’s bothering you Tawny.”She sighed, as she pondered how to approach the subject. “I know it’s a Deep Purple song, but you don’t sing Soldier of Fortune much, if at all. And you really don’t talk much about your time in Deep Purple.”David exhaled slowly, and came to sit beside Tawny. “There’s a good reason I don’t talk about it much, but I think it’s time you know. I was young when I was in Deep Purple. I was just barely into my twenties. I wrote Soldier of Fortune for a girl I had fallen in love with. It was a whirlwind relationship, and things moved fast…she also introduced me to the rock n roll lifestyle. She was a groupie that went by the moniker of ‘Stardust Delight’. Only a few months after we met, we were engaged. Her name was Sapphire Rain.” He grew quiet after a moment and he felt Tawny squeeze his hand, which gave him the resolve to continue. “We had gotten high one night, and it was storming. I was driving her back to the hotel she was staying in, and I took a curve too fast. Sapphire went through the windshield and was killed instantly. But it caused me to go cold turkey to get cleansed up.”He sighed and squeezed Tawny’s hand. “Baby, look at me. Don’t feel you have to compete. You have my full devotion. She’ll always be a part of me, but you’ve also seared yourself onto my heart. Had that not happened, we probably would have never met.” .   Until we meet again in another life CREDIT: WU SHIFU

It was a familiar feeling for her, a feeling that brought back memories of a night long ago, when a friend stopped by for help and she'd had to turn them away due to her mother and her mother's bad habits. She sunk down to the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees for comfort as she cried. She hadn't had a mother figure in years, the alcoholism had made Sandra so selfish in her ways. She didn't consider what Maddie might want or need, and often the girl had to find the help somewhere else.She'd been lucky to have Simon, the kind of friend who never turned her away. A better friend than she'd been able to be all those years before... And now, the likelihood of her having to be separated from him, as well, loomed ahead. What am I going to do now...?Maddie, Simon and Nicole had been planning their futures together ever since the topic of college applications had even come up. The blonde had always been keenly aware that college was her way out, and the idea of being with her chosen family as they started life's next chapter meant the world to her. And now all of that had been ripped away by her mother's selfish choices. She couldn't take it back, it was too late. In an instant her own mother had sold Maddie's future without even a second thought.

Please do not ask me if I want to write, or try to discuss a story with him, or try to make a meeting place. Dean is the Demon Ruler of Hell. You can summon him and make a deal with him, and that's how the story can start. I don't do chance meetings or random bar meetings, or meetings in the park, etc. If you want to "meet" Dean, you can summon him. Please don't ask me about my character, or how I play him. I spent a lot of time writing out a lengthy blog detailing how I play my Dean and I don't need to repeat it in a message because you are too lazy to read it. I am a multi-shipped writer. that means I am going to have more than 1 relationship at a time.  I could be married to 1 page and in a different kind of relationship with the other.  I don't allow jealous pages. If you get jealous, we probably won't fit. Do not play the,  my character is more powerful than yours game with me. Dean's blades can kill hybrids of any combination and I have Dean as a lot older than he looks character. He has Ghost Rider's powers and Etrigan's Powers. I suggest you look them up, both are equally powerful as Demonic Entities, as well as The Mark of Cain and Michael's Power, while weakened, he still has Archangel Grace in him. I am not the I add I'll start, or you add you start page. If you want to write with me, send me something. Don't wait around for me to get to a message for you. I will send my own messages in time, and they are all in character, so please no out of character banter in messages. I do not want my banter broken up for a discussion topic. I will banter with you in stats, I do my role-play in messages no comments. I talk to who I want to talk to, and I take my own time to answer things. Sometimes it may be fast, and sometimes it may be slow, but it's my game and I play how I want to play. Limited online time, I am not always around, but I try to be when I can. I only write semi- to para for my replies, I don't enjoy writing multiple paras or books. I will not answer random doorknocker messages or comments. Those aren't starters to me. I also won't answer stuff about trying to get a discussion for a role-play, or asking me about my character and how I play him, again, it's all broken down already. I am here to just have fun and enjoy myself with as little drama as can be helped, and I am looking forward to playing this game with each and every one of you.-- Dean's writer 

This page contains darker themes like drugs , sex and abuse and more. This is multi ship and verse page . I ship Preston with anyone but he's closed with his sexuality and he's not going to come to terms with it I'm not here for smut on here with him . I ship him with Jules in canon . Don't be a d*ck

My Dean is different than other Dean Winchester players. During the time of the Apocalypse, Dean had said yes to Michael and the war happened. Taking out over half of the planet. It killed his father John, and his brother who was taken over by Lucifer at the time Sam. Dean managed to take control over Michael for a brief moment that ended up casting himself to the pit.   During his time in Hell, Michael was severely weakened, causing a blurred line between the human known as Dean Winchester and the Archangel Michael. Both viewed themselves as Dean Winchester instead of referring to themselves as two separate entities. Dean lost his humanity when he killed Sam and John, and Michael lost most of his Grace during the battle between Lucifer and the other Archangels at the time.   During their time spent in Hell, Dean hooked up with a Demon known as Etrigan and another Demon known as The Spirit of Vengeance. Both were powerful entities and were known more for being a force of good. During his time in Hell, Dean had acquired the Mark of Cain and The First Blade from Cain himself. It was an attempt to get rid of Michael once and for all and try to salvage what was left of his burnt soul.    That is why he had allowed Etrigan and The Spirit of Vengeance the right to possess him. 2 Demonic-Like entities now forged into 1 vessel along with a broken Archangel. Dean's will was strong, but he was losing himself. In a last attempt, he forged the Mark of Cain into his being to try to regain control but turned into a whole other entity of Demon. The beings known as Etrigan and The Spirit of Vengeance were lost within Dean now. He had their powers, their particular brand of Hell, but were now corrupted during his time in Hell.   Dean was Dean, but he also still had Michael and now the Mark of Cain. The Mark of Cain, for the most part, kept Michael at bay. With his new powers, Dean took over Hell and became the ruler, known as "The Demon" or "Demon's Head.."  With the help of his #2 Crowley, he has become the first human to succesfully take over Hell and keep its rule.    Dean is still Dean, for the sake of the story and my RP he still has his mannerisms as the TV. Dean. He likes the same music, eats the same stuff, ect. His personality is a little more cold in tone, he's hardened by battle and his time in Hell. He's seen so much Death that it's hard for him to be anything different. He's half human- half demon. Instead of getting rid of the Mark and the First Blade, he embraced it and through the absorption of the 2 Demons he met in Hell and their powers, he's stronger than Lucifer.   He has the ability to make Demons of his own, make monsters, and control monsters/demons and other hell-related entities. He is the Alpha Demon.  During the times he spends on Earth, he goes by the title "The Ghost Rider" and uses "Baby" as his vessel. She turns into a ball of flames and a different form of the Impala when he activates his powers, but rarely uses them. He has enough Demonic and Fallen Angel powers that he doesn't recall that, and only does that in special circumstances. --------------  Demonic Traps work on him, but he is The King of Hell, he can escape out of them.   Holy Oil traps him, but he's able to get out of it eventually.  >p>Salt acts as a Supernatural border against him for a while and will slow him down.   Angel Blades and Demonic Blades wound him.    Even though he technically is part Angel, he doesn't need people's permission to possess them as he is more Demon now. He's like 4% Angel, 96% Demon, mostly Angel in the title.   He can be summoned like a regular Demon, and he can make Demon Deals.   Powers:   The Flame of Hell: He can burn any Demonic Entity or Entity of a Hell-based origin.   He can Damn Demons back to Hell or kill Demons with his will alone. -- When Sam had Demon Blood in him-- Example.. Energy blasts: He can create pure blasts of Angelic energy that can wound and kill Knights of Hell.   Smiting: by placing his hand on a Demon and using his power, he can Smite them.   He has a healing factor, and can't really die, because he'll just get sent back to Hell where he rules. Flight: can't sustain it for long, but has the ability to fly for periods at a time. The Penance Stare: is a supernatural ability that incapacitates victims and is only performed by the Spirits of Vengeance or Ghost Rider. When in close combat, the Ghost Rider locks eyes with his opponent and induces self-mortification by imposing his or her every negative action, behavior and sensation, and sin to the pain of others that individual has ever committed in their lifetime. Its effects are similar to the soul-searing effect of hellfire. It can, however, backfire with certain individuals.===============================================Weapons Dean Uses: The First Blade:  A powerful weapon forged through Hell that can control Demonic Creatures, Angelic Creatures, Knights of Hell, Reapers, and other creatures. - can only be used with the Mark of Cain. Excalibur: A sword forged out of mystical properties. Rare metal. Can kill any mystical creature of magical origin/nature. HellFire- Burns all known and unknown Demons and Angels. --------------------------------------------------------------------------Dean is neither good nor evil, he is neutral for the most part. He won't bother you if you don't bother him. I play his personality virtually the same as the T.V. Dean, a little more darker and rougher at times, he is the King of Hell now and has gone through some sh*t. ---------------------------------------While the weakness's don't kill him, he still has basic weakness's. Devil's Traps. Salt. Holy Oil. Bullets hurt him. Angel and Demon Blades. ----------------All of his relationships good and bad are from the show though. Ex. Castiel and he are still close friends. He looks up to Bobby as a Father Figure. He'll interact with Sam as his brother. Ect.. He's just from an Alternate Universe--- Multi-Ship 

CANON CHARACTER DISCLAIMER; This account was created as an rp blog, based on and inspired by the character [Preston] from [the film femme 2023] by [writers/producers] as published by [television studio/movie production house/book publishers/video game publishers, etc. etc.] within the greater [canon 'verse, if applicable; ex.: MCU vs. Marvel Comics]. This page is a fanmade production of fictional works otherwise unaffiliated with these persons/companies, [faceclaim], or any associated professional projects and/or intellectual properties. All its original content should be considered works of fiction, and any resemblance to existing works, characters, or persons beyond those listed should be considered coincidental and free of malicious intent. Works posted here are not for sale for any profits whatsoever.

Angel  Of  Death Alone in her bed, Claudia felt a rush of all sorts of emotions. She was still covered in the blood of her lover, Charlie. His name once rolled off her tongue and past her lips in such a sweet manner but now... now his name brought horrific grief to the young one. All in one night Claudia had lost her virginity to a man she loved, fed on him, the sweetest meal she had ever had, and then killed him. She hadn't meant to. She had been so lost in the euphoric moment of lust and hunger that she hadn't been able to control herself.She had begged her parents, begged Uncle Les to help. She knew he could have if he wanted to. The trouble was he didn't want to. Instead, he used this as a lesson to Claudia. That she'd never be anymore, have any more than just him and Louis. This heartbreaking reality finally hit Claudia as Lestat forced her to drag Charlie's body to the incinerator and watch it burn. Watch his beautiful form and face melt away into the nothingness death seemed to be.Now alone here she lay in pure emotional turmoil. Laughing, crying, completely distraught, and suffering something close to temporary insanity it felt like. That was until she felt something.Claudia was alone in her little white coffin with pink satin inside. At least she thought she was alone. Suddenly though she could smell him, Charlie. Was it his blood she was still covered in? No. She felt someone lay beside her and whisper in her ear."You still my angel Claudia. Angel of death. You still mine." That voice. Claudia would know it anywhere. It was Charlie. He was still here.. somehow. The sound of him whispering sweetly into her ear, the weight of him beside her was enough to lull poor sweet Claudia to sleep.   template credit.  

S.H.O.C.K.E.R  Sustainable Happiness Organization with Computational Knowledge Embedded Remodeling, A organization shrowded in secrets began to experiments on humans combing Human DNA, animal and cybernetics into one new creature called augs (short for augmentation) During one kidnapping Ray Tyler, a College Student at Habor City University was kidnapped and transformed into Bata Aug (japanese for Grass hopper). Before the final steps could be taken making him a loyal soldier for SHOCKER Ray excaped with the help of the scientist behind his armor and belt. in the first month as a Hero Ray took on many other Augs including another Bata aug named Nick Hodges, the two would them team up against the one behind it all. Sacrificing himself Ray seemingly died turning into a foam like substance and disapearing, Although 3 months later thanks to a government branch called the Anti SHOCKER task force he was brought back. Now with the help of this division he hunts down other Augs like him self as the Mask wearing hero, Kamen Rider

001: No age inappropriate ships, ever.No she will not be the May to your December. 002: No ooc drama, please! I'm too old for that sh*t.Lets just all have fun, keep it chill.003: This account is multi-ship, multi-storyline, multi timeline. Must be 21 plus to ship. 004. Will only write smut in character, in small doses,and only after lots of story and writer to writer respect is there. I care more about telling the story and the emotions involved than sexual activity between characters and I am NOT interested in anything where that kind of thing would be gratuitous. Please respect that, I'll always extend that respect of your character not just being one thing with one purpose to you and yours.005. Feel free to message me if you have an issue or a question, but please don't bug me too much about replies, sometimes life gets overwhelming and I retreat to stream musing. I'm not ignoring you, I'm recharging. Its good for us all, I promise.you can call the writer 'S'. I look forward to creating stories with you all!

  given name: amalthea meaning: to soften, to soothe.aliases: ama, thea, many morespecies: unicornpronouns: she/theyage: adult, immortalorigins: a lilac woodalignment: neutral goodorientation: demisexual/romantic appears: unicorn | human | satyr | anthro presence: enchanting. beguiling. soothing and serene, but not without an undercurrent of pride, vanity and untamable fierceness. scent spring waters and loamy soil, hints of ephemeral blooms and crisp pinecone. sweet, earthy, like within a lush midday forest. She is silent where-ever she goes, there is no trace of her footsteps or even the rustle of her gowns. Either there is always some subtle motion to her bearing or she stands so perfectly still, she vanishes from sight altogether. There is a queer allure that surrounds her, haunting in the sweetest and most devastating ways. Her eyes are ever filled with forests and wild beasts. abilities healing restoring the body through touch, mending wounds, curing illness, disease or poison. she can revive the dead. purification from tainted waters to blackened hearts, she can purify that which stagnates and sickens with a touch. telepathy speech via thoughts, concepts and shared emotions. close proximity makes this easier. language she can speak and understand many tongues, whether mortal or non. illusion the weft and weave of the physical world is malleable to her. she can craft visual and auditory glamours. eco kinetic a connection to the earth and nature. springtime follows her heels, life blooms or withers at her whim. shapeshift altering her body to be something else. usually human or human-adjacent.   weaknesses capture held by means of an enchanted golden bridle, or the rope that bound the fenris wolf. she can be forced to stay corporeal and docile. drain all magic comes at a cost, even for an immortal. disconnection separated for too long from her sanctuary, she will slowly weaken and risk fading. or even, trapping herself in a mortal shell to die. allure an inexplicable instinct to be drawn to the young, the innocent and the pure of heart. often maidens are used to lure her into complacency. dark magic the arcane that is used with ill or blighted intent can harm her. just as well as she can harm the adversary as grievously. shatter to steal her alicorn, the focus of her power, is to subjugate her. and to break it? death.  

unicorn  full name. she is known simply as the unicornaka. my lady, lady amaltheaage. old, immortal and ancient.gender & pronouns. genderless ( she/they/it/he/etc. )orientation. queerspecies. unicornoccupation. guardianresidence. verse dependentPHYSICAL APPEARANCE hair. long, wavy. pale sea-foameyes. doe-like and lilac. deep and mysteriouscomplexion. furry, soft as silk. pale white, like snow on a moonlight nightbuild. elegant and lithe, nimblescars. nonemarkings. a pale pink flower where her horn meets her browpiercings. noneetc. cloven hooves, feathery fetlocks, a silvery horn, and a lions tailface claim(s). animatedPERSONALITY zodiac. tbaalignment. neutral goodpositive traits. caring, curious, determined, graceful, protectivenegative traits. blunt, vain, stubborn, waryMEDICAL RECORD mental. bipolar, depressionphysical. fit, healthyphobias. none. but after being transformed, she fears death for once.eyesight. gooddrug use. nonealcohol use. nonediet. omnivore.BACKGROUND birth place. the enchanted forestethnicity. ??parents. unknownsiblings. nonepets. noneeducation. unknown. but she is wise and intellegentnotable skills. combat, navigationlanguages. common, latin, frenchabilities. healing & plant magic, animal communication, natural glamour ( to men who do not believe in fairy tales, she is simply a white mare to them )  

Becoming A Løveulv!Drabble # 2: 2nd Shift and turning into a Løveulv.  April 23rd, 2024. A full moon.  Glowing and huge. It lite up the forest and night sky. A howl off in the distance. Signaled that a wolf was now on a hunt. A young girl - 16 yrs.-old, was in a holding cell under the Salvatore Boarding School. She attended the school, because she was not human, but supernatural. She was preparing for her second shift into a were-lioness. A species that was rare to see or find. A uniqueness that was only hers.Crouching into the position. Her feet and hands firmly planted on the ground of the stone-cold floor. The door to the cell was made of silver and kept the wolves inside - but a were-lioness? That was a little more difficult to do. The moon rose higher into the sky, now sending its dim light through the bar window, and down onto her hands. A tingling sensation began to crawl along her skin, like ants climbing your bare skin. An annoyance, that would just keep growing. Unlike ants, this annoyance stayed with you, until the full shift took effect.Then once the tingling started, Amelia's hands began to pulse and the bones, cracking, breaking and shifting themselves around, growing, until they became paws. Her whole body would begin to burn like it was on fire, the seer pain of bones breaking, skin crawling around and then resetting into a different shape, was excruciating. It always felt like she was dying. A scream - distant and yet it was coming from her throat. It soon turned into a roar as the side finally surfaced and took over. Before her roar was even finished, she was laying on her side in her cat form, having fallen over during the Change. Rising to her paws, Amelia shook out her coat and sat down, licking her ruffled chest, smoothing it out.The sounds of wolves howling in their cages - close to her, made her nervous. She began to pace back and forth, back and forth, too nervous to sit still. After much thinking, she decided to try and break free. What could go wrong? She questioned herself silently, before shrugging.It doesn't really matter, right?She tossed her head side to side, as to say 'no' to her herself. Finally, she after several more pacing, she made the bold choice and began her escape.She bashed herself against a loose brick and kept at it as it fell away slowly. Determination was in eyes as she bashed herself against the bricks over and over again. Dust flew into the air, making her sneeze serval times, but she kept going. Until it finally all crumbled into a heap, inside the cage. Swishing her tail back and forth, she purred in both accomplishment and joy. She had broken free. Now she could run wild. However not on a savanna, but in the woods of Mystic Falls. Unfamiliar territory.But that is half the fun. Adventures that aren't planned.Amelia leaped over the heap of bricks and into the grass outside it. She leaped for joy and took off into a sprint, to the woods before her. Once she had reached the wooded edge, she paused a moment and then with determination, set a paw into it and then another and moved on. The woods were quiet - all except for the night-time activity of the animals that resided within it. Amelia walked slowly through the woods, enjoying the silence. The occasional birds chirping and rustling of trees, it was like the forest was holding its breath and waiting for something explode within. An hour of walking in the woods, the lioness, scented the air. Humans, a lot of them - teenagers by the sounds she was able to pick-up on. Music and shouting. She let out a small growl, as she pondered whether to sneak up on them and watch from a safe distance, or to continue on - in a different direction - avoiding them all together? She was preparing to continue on when she heard gun-slots in that same direction. She let out a hiss, and then pelted off into the direction of the kids and guns. How stupid was she? Running into danger to save some stupid human kids? She didn't think - just reacted as she leaped towards the first hunter, and ripped the gun out of his hands and tore his throat open. Blood sprayed all over her front, staining her tan fur in red. She heard the guy gurgle once and twitch- then nothing. She turned her attention to the other two, killing them as well.Three dead - the kids had all scattered around the woods - probably thinking she would attack them, but instead, she doubled over and felt more pain as her wolf form took over, her body shifting and turning, then settled back into her lioness form.Gasping and heaving a stream of breathes flowed out of her mouth as she became a hybrid, half-wolf-half-lioness. Her stomach growled in hunger - shifting always made her hungry. She decided that she would eat the hunters, a fitting death for them. A victory for her. She crouched by the first hunter and began to devour him. Then she proceeded to eat the other two. She let out a small sigh as she finally rose to her bloody paws and began to walk away from the scene of crime. Humans would soon be looking for these men. They wouldn't find much, and they wouldn't know it was her. She headed towards a ravine and to the stream that flowed through it. She leaped into the icy cold water, and let it wash over her pelt to clean the blood away, as though it was washing her sin away. Once her pelt was clean, she climbed out and found a hollowed-out tree and curled up into it and fell asleep. Hours later, she found herself back in the cage, naked and human. Glancing up she saw Hope and Alaric with the rest of the Super-squad looking at her. "Care to explain yourself?" Hope asked as she waved her right hand and fixed the broken wall, by reanimating it with magic.  my name is Amelia Elayna Ward! I am one of a kind!A Løveulv (Lion/Wolf Hybrid)!

                                                                        Rules     Rule#1: - THIS IS A ROLEPLAYING ACCOUNT FOR THE UNICORN ( LADY AMALTHEA ) OF PETER S. BEAGLE’S THE LAST UNICORN  Rule#2: I will only roleplay with those who are interested in roleplaying Fantasy   Rule#3: Get to know Lady Amalthea she’s very nice, kind and she’s a Unicorn   Rule#4:  Faceclaim:  I’ll be using Emilia Clarke for my human form of Lady Amalthea   Rule#5:  Be kind to Lady Amalthea or I will block you she’s still an Unicorn in a human form   Rule#6: The Last Unicorn was my favorite 80s movie and I wanted to make The Last Unicorn/ Lady Amalthea so I will roleplay her the way I want not just form the movie   Rule#7: Take your time to read about The Last Unicorn/ Lady Amalthea   More to come!     

EPIC NPC  Who Am I? He's coded to interact with the main character and is given a set of commands that he responds to when certain events take place, and sometimes he will say or do things that are completely out of pocket.He is an NPC.Every day is the same for him and he doesn't question his existence in Post-War America as he lives a fairly comfortable existence (comfortable, being the operative word here for the Wasteland). This NPC lives in Diamond City's Upper Stadiums but is frequently found shifting between the Colonial Taphouse and Dugout Inn. If the main player interacts with him, he will often greet them in a chipper tone and sometimes give the player useless items. He always drops common loot.~A reflection in the mirror. A splash of cold water on his face and he goes about his life, as usual. But something feels different...off. He pauses, looking at himself in the mirror and doesn't quite recognize himself. Did he always look like this? Who was this person staring back at him?Viridescent hues narrow as he places his hands on the sides of the porceleain sink, leaning forward to get a better look at himself - studying himself for the first time since...When?A question begins to form in his mind - "Who?"Bringing a hand to his face, deft fingers run along chiseled features. This is the first time he's ever seen himself and questioned who he was. Did he even have a name? Pushing away from the mirror, he carefully examines his body, bringing his hands to press and touch his skin; his face...his hair.Lips part to speak, but it's to himself, "Who am I...?"~Play with Mods at your own risk. You may experience issues with Mods. You can disable Mods via Load Order and go back to your original save at anytime using Select Character in the Load menu. Downloading and playing with Mods is subject to our Terms of Service. Note: Trophies are disabled.[Player 1 has installed REAL.AI mod]The NPC has become self aware.  template credit.

Wilting  Flower Alone Gothel sat writing in her diary, cataloging her last trip outside the tower. Gothel only left when she needed to. When she needed to replenish supplies for herself and Rapunzel. Venturing out more than that might draw attention. Someone might recognize her, might suspect what she kept locked away in her high and hidden tower.There were the sounds of the birds outside, the stove nearby, and the scratching of Gothel's quill. She glanced up however when she heard a small whimper. "Mommy.." a soft voice spoke. Setting eyes upon her sweet golden-haired daughter Gothel stared at her for a moment. "What? What is it?" She asked not really wanting to be disturbed at the moment."I don't feel well. My tummy hurts." Whined Rapunzel. Gothel sighed and only rolled her eyes turning her attention back to her diary. "I'll be there in just a minute. I'll make you some soup and-" she looked up again when she heard the soft thud. Seeing Rapunzel fall to the ground Gothel's diary was forgotten. Standing quickly she hurried to Rapunzel and knelt down gently scooping her into her arms. "Rapunzel... what.. how long have you been feeling this way?" She asked. "A few days.." the girl mumbled. Gothel felt the girl's head and cheeks, she was burning with fever. Without hesitation Gothel stood, carrying Rapunzel upstairs to her bed.For the next few days, Gothel tended to Rapunzel night and day. Bringing her food, keeping her clean, and trying her best to keep her cool. She had tried in vain to use Rapunzel's own magic to heal her. It seemed Rapunzel could not heal herself with her gift. This worried Gothel. She herself had no magic, she couldn't heal Rapunzel. She also couldn't risk taking her from the tower to a doctor or having one come to her.Sitting at Rapunzel's bedside Gothel looked down upon her beloved daughter. She looked so pale, so weak, and so frail. Gothel knew she'd need to do something soon. Before her eyes her precious flower as she often referred to Rapunzel as was wilting before her eyes. And if she wasn't careful Rapunzel could and would die.   template credit.