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Into the Night Tales

05/10/2021 02:37 PM 

Innsmouth Calling

Mysterious packages and old friends call Lenore Lovecraft to the town of Innsmouth, Massachusetts. However, it seems that she can't do this one alone.  Strangeness fills this little port town, hostile to outsiders.Can you make it out in one piece?(This story is reposted from 2019 and reads from top to bottom. It starts here but later some characters move back and forth to Innsmouth Subversion.) 


05/10/2021 01:13 PM 

My OOC Thoughts About RP.

//everyone’s got the same standard status they put up all the time. -cues egotistical self centered status about a character you tell us zero about but hey look you put up a pretty picture so it’s okay. Promptly followed by their discord name and number. . . That makes me not care about your character. What’s the appeal? Almost as bad as those accounts that have nice banners and aesthetics promising a lot from their character then they deliver—- nothing. I got a problem, the problem is you. 


05/10/2021 11:27 PM 


  When Bowie’s day started she never expected to be haunted by a ghost from her past. Her morning had started like any other, she worked out, walked her dog, had breakfast, showered and then headed to work. She spent the morning working on the custom orders she had, and serving customers. For lunch she met up with her sister Avery and they enjoyed a lovely sub sandwich with a couple of glasses of wine. She then headed back to work and repeated the same process with splitting time between the front and back of the shop serving customers and working on orders. She interacted with so many nice people, and when some came to collect their orders it made her smile seeing how happy they were with her work. All Bowie wanted to see was a happy customer, so whenever a customer was happy she was always delighted.After work she did some grocery shopping, before she stopped and grabbed a coffee at the local coffee shop. She even treated herself to a slice of chocolate cake. When she got home she packed everything away and began cooking for herself and Avery. They both enjoyed a homemade chicken curry with rice, and again some wine. Once they finished Bowie hand washed the dishes and dried them before placing them back into the cupboards. She then walked Baxter again and once they returned home she fed him and placed fresh water down for him. Bowie then decided to head to Country Strong to see Hanna.Once there she chatted to Hanna for a little bit whilst enjoying a glass of whiskey. Just then a guy approached her “hello beautiful” he said. Bowie turned around and her blue hues locked on someone she had not seen in years… in fact it was someone she had hoped she would never see again. She knew him. She knew him well. His name from Francis. He was one of the boys that had gang raped her when she was sixteen years old. She had heard he had left town and was working in Las Vegas. Why was he back? She felt sick to her stomach. Fear washed over her body and her blood went cold.Bowie just stared at him, not talking. She hoped he would just walk away. He looked at her with a confused expression on his face. Bowie just got up and ran out of the bar. She found herself down an alley and she had a panic attack, alone, near the trash cans. She hoped she would not have to see him again, more importantly she hoped he was not moving back to town. He was the last person she ever wanted to see. Once she eventually calmed herself she got a cab home.She then went straight into her room and threw herself on her bed, hoping she could shut out the negative world around her.   template credit.


05/10/2021 11:24 PM 

The Four Horsemen

The Four Horsemen, Intro post Scoundrel /1694031 Being an Olympian meant that Hermes was privy to certain events that humankind would never know. It was something he'd done for so long, that the earth itself was still an infant.The god who was the guide to the Underworld had a very unique perspective amongst all the gods when it came to the Underworld. He knew the complexity of the realm unseen by mortal eyes. The divisions of the Underworld also contained the land of the Honored Dead. Those who were faithful to the gods and lived just lives were escorted to Elysium. He was standing in Elysium with the latest human whom he'd escorted when it happened.Still in his godly form, Hermes felt the foundation itself shift in the Underworld.. He used the power of his winged helmet and sandals to guide him away from here and to the part of the Underworld that invoked nightmares: TartarusHe had been blocked from Tartarus by an unseen force. As the one god who had the job of moving between these realms he was not used to being stopped. It was his job to banish the wicked dead here just as it was to reward the just with Elysium. He reached in front of him but the barrier was palpable to the touch. He needed help to find out what was happening. Leaving the Underworld, Hermes made his way to the land of the living.He was invisible to the human eyes until he made his way through the town. Gotham City was the place he'd surfaced. The air was filled with monsters freed from Tartarus. He was a disembodied voice as he appeared to the Batman's young protege. He saw what the text was that she sent. "I hope this woman you're texting isn't just a normal human." He slowly appeared to Helena in his godly form but ensured that she could see him without damage to her physical well being. "The doors to Tartarus are opened and I can't shut them on my own."He landed beside her with his winged helmet and sandals gliding him safely. The look on his face was usually jovial. They weren't so much right now. "I'm Hermes. I definitely need your help."    “I am looking for the one I can’t fool.” ― Kamand Kojouri. credit: james kriet

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05/09/2021 11:11 PM 

β˜† Happy Mother's Day, Stevie.

Gliding the pen across the card, he simply signed Will with no extra note or message. He didn't even know why he was bothering sending Kristen a card, but something told him she still deserved one. Even though she was horrible to him - to his sisters. She still was their birth mother and deserved some acknowledgement for that - didn't she?Pulling out another card. The one he took his time to pick out and find the perfect one. The one meant for Stevie; his real mother. She may have not given birth to the three Buckingham kids, but she was their mother. Their real mother. The one that was always there for them. That picked up the pieces when the world felt like it was crumbling. The one that supported their dreams. The pen glided easily across the paper to spill out his heart for his mother.Mom,I owe a lot of things to you, mom. I owe you a thank you. Thank you for stepping up and being the mother we didn't have. Especially to Stella. You showed us what a loving mother is. Someone who is there no matter the time of day, that supports you through the good and the bad, that dreams with you no matter how big the dream, that cries with you, and never lets you doubt their love.I owe you a million apologizes. The biggest for how I reacted to their divorce, to your affair. I never disliked the idea of Dad and you together. I always grew up wondering why you weren't. You could always see it in his eyes looking at you. I remember when we were little and Kristen and dad would be fighting. Thinking it wouldn't be like this if you were our mom. If you two had gotten married and we were your kids. I never told you that, because I felt guilty for feeling that way. I was angry at the years of lying to us. I knew you both still looked at us like we were babies, but we would have understood. I hate that it hurt Kristen, because I've always tried to see the best in her. I always wanted what made you both happy. I'm sorry for being an terrible ass during it all.I'm sorry for the nights that I didn't come home. That Dad called you asking you seen me. That I was reckless and in disregard to your feelings, concerns, and fears. I'm sorry for the times I called you in the middle of the night, because dad would kick my ass for being that drunk and in trouble. I'm sorry for scaring you when I do things like sky diving and thrill seeking. I'm sorry for my temper. You can blame dad on that one.I owe who I'm becoming as not only an artist, because you support my career, my music, and my dream. But who I am becoming as a person to you. You continuously teach me what it means to be strong, have a heart of gold, live life to the fullest, and to be a good person. Dad says I got my being over protective trait from you. Anything I've picked up from you is something to be proud of.I owe you a thank you for adopting us kids and letting us be yours. Finally after all these years.My wishes for you on Mother's Day is for you to know that when I'm successful, when I'm feeling good about myself, when I overcome something big that was daunting to me, and when I dream something big and then dream bigger. It's because I feel your strength inside of me. If you taught us kids anything it's how to be strong. I know that at the end of any day - the good or the bad - we get to see you looking back at us smiling, proud, and with so much love. My wish is for you to never doubt how grateful I am for you as not only a person, my father's wife, but as my mother. My wish is that you'll be proud of the person I'm becoming and as your son, as much as I'm proud to be your son. My wish is for you to never not feel the love, happiness, and warmth you've brought into our family.I love you to the moon and back, mama. Happy Mother's Day.Β  Always, your son. Will.


05/10/2021 04:08 AM 

The Key Holder

1x1 with Lazarus feat: Fierce Heart The Key Holder Rembrandt/ 1593610 His eyes opened slowly on this particular day. The immortal Original Hybrid Klaus Mikaelson had been the victim of magical spells before, but this one was one for the record books. Moving his bare feet to the side of the bed, he felt the cold ground underneath. A hand moved to his head to lace into his golden curls. Something was wrong. Exactly what, he wasn't sure.Wearing only a pair of pajama pants, Klaus made his way into the light of the courtyard. The sound of his shuffling feet filled his hearing. He sat himself down at the table waiting for the staff of the Abbatoir to tend to him or for his sister Freya to emerge from her bedchamber with her wife Keelin. He seemed to remember some sort of a magical spell his Elder Sister placed on him that had counteracted something. What was it again? . "Freya… Elijah…." His voice was pitiful because his head was throbbing. "Bloody magical wankers…" He swore.There was a woman who approached him with a goblet in her hand and a bandage on her wrist. "Good morning, Mr. Mikaelson." She told Klaus while showing a healthy respect to him and for him.Klaus grumbled some more before taking the goblet from her hand. The scent of fresh blood was always a benefit especially when his disposition was not exactly sunny one. He lifted the goblet to his lips and started to drink. The reenergizing power of fresh blood always seemed to put him in a better mood, but something was still off. He took the goblet of blood and returned to his room grumbling something unintelligible about witches.He generally had no use for witches. Even the fact his eldest sister was a witch irritated him to a certain degree. Witches were only good when they were needed to undo things like curses. His thoughts drifted back some ten years ago when he first returned to Mystic Falls to finally break the curse to become a fully recognized Hybrid once more. The witches had uses then alright. His disposition was starting to improve after thinking about the slaughter that he'd partaken while in Mystic Falls. Even amongst it all something he'd never anticipated actually did happen. Klaus Mikaelson fell in love.Looking at the fourth finger of his left hand, he saw a ring there that had been placed there by her. Caroline Forbes, the blonde vampire that had enraptured his heart back in Mystic Falls was his wife. He'd swept into town after the death of Stefan Salvatore and snatched her into his life and his bed to make her his wife. He was obviously in New Orleans, but where was his Caroline?His cell phone sitting on the desk in his room sounded. He'd missed a call as he'd meandered into the courtyard for something to eat. He picked up the phone and listened to the message that had been from his wife.Klaus, I'm sorry for the delay. We've had a few things happen at the school. It isn't anything you need to worry about. Alaric and I are handling the whole thing. Hopefully it shouldn't take too much longer. I miss you and I love you! See you soon.The message came through from Caroline with her usual charm and personality. Klaus managed a crooked grin. After all this, he'd still managed to follow through on his pledge to her that Tyler Lockwood was her first love and he would be her last. It was obvious he was again right. Klaus tapped the screen on the phone and sat it aside. He had to prepare for his day.The Original Hybrid moved into his closet to find a suitable shirt and a pair of blue jeans for this warm day in New Orleans. As he walked out of the closet, he saw a picture on his dresser that caught his eye. He was in said picture but there was a young girl in it as well that seemed to be quite familiar with him and to him. He just could not recall who she was. "What the devil?" He declared. Finishing his goblet from breakfast, he kept this picture in hand. He had to see if there were more pictures of this child elsewhere in the Abbatoir.Klaus carried this picture into the hall. He saw more images of this girl by herself and in other pictures with him and even with him and Caroline's Twins. He knew Josie and Lizzie but the other girl. He kept trying to remember who this girl was. The more he strained to remember, the more his head was hurting. "NO!" He growled as he threw the picture in his hand across the room. The glass of the frame shattered into a shower of tiny rainbows as each piece reflected the sun. Why couldn't he remember? What was happening to him?Angry footsteps of the Original Hybrid took him out of his home and into the city of New Orleans. He had to see if any of the places he frequented had more pictures of this girl. This was a mystery and Klaus hated mysteries. He was the Key Holder and right now he held none.  credit: james kriet


05/10/2021 01:27 PM 


The sound of leaves rustling in the wind was all that Freyja could hear as she stood in the clearing, her red locks were tucked behind her ears as she stood taking deep calming breaths as she held her hands out in front of her concentrating. Watching a log float off the ground she quickly moved her right hand to the side causing the log to fly across the clearing before hitting a tree with a loud thud. Splinters fell to the ground as she let out a breath, she hadn’t even realized she had been holding.   It was the same thing every night; memories and nightmares kept her from getting a full night of sleep. Her body had grown use to the lack of sleep and rest over the thousand and some odd years since her family and village had been killed leaving her brother and her the only survivors only for her to lose him in battle a few years later. She had grown used to seeing war and death during her life, but the memories from them stayed with her.  Sighing Freyja laid down on the cool grass before letting her blue hues look up to the night sky, she found comfort in the night sky hoping her family were watching from Valhalla. “One day I will join you in Valhalla my family but for now I must keep going” her voice came out in a whisper as she let her eyes close. Her mind wandered back to the memories she held close of her family as she relaxed not feeling anyone nearby her in the forest.  “Mother! What is happening?” Screams were heard through the whole village; Freyja ran from the hut that her family lived in trying to see what was happening only to be lifted up in the arms of her older brother Bjorn, wind blew her hair back as she hid her face against her brother’s shoulder letting him carry her as he ran from the village “everything will be fine little one but for now we must hide” she heard her brothers voice as she peaked over his shoulder only to see bodies of people she counted as family along with her mother; a scream escaped her lips.  Bolting up Freyja let a muffled cry escape her lips as she pressed her hand over her mouth, tears flooded her vision as she stood up from the ground and stumbled toward the tree line to head home. Once in the cover of the trees she took off running using air to move faster than a normal human being. 

velvet underground.

05/09/2021 11:04 PM 

To My Babies.

To my babies.You guys sit here and shower me with so much love, remind me everyday how I mean the world to you guys, but the way you guys overdid yourselves this weekend, f***. The way I feel so loved and appreciated because of you three melts my heart because you three give me something I never thought I would have. You three give me a reason not to sit in my room and smoke joint after joint on this day, not to drive a whole fifth of vodka and just mourn. You three make me laugh until I'm crying, you three might have your own lives, your careers, but everytime you come home I still see the same little kids that I remember your father bringing over because they wanted to see Auntie StevieDo you guys want the truth? Your father saved me from the drugs and the Klonopin back in the day, but you three saved me from myself.Will -  We had it the roughest I feel like because you saw the most, you got most of my anger from your father having a child with someone who wasn't me, the fact he stayed with Kristen after The Dance, the fact he even got with her in the first place. But, honestly? If he had stayed with me, would you kids have been here? As I've gotten older I don't think I would change it because I don't want to risk you guys not being here. You stepped up so much when your dad's drinking got so bad and they argued so much. You hated coming here for the longest time, but you always came with Lee and Stella because they wanted you to, you always called for me to come to get you guys in the middle of the night and I know you did because they wanted you to. As you grew up into the wonderful man I know today our relationship grew, and I remember us sitting outside when you were about fifteen. Your father was on one of his binges and you kids came here. We sat outside, passed a joint between us [sorry, Lindsey, at least their first time was with me - and everytime since], and just laid everything out. I talked to you like the adult you were and you admitted you finally seen how Kristen was. You admitted you remember everytime I dropped everything and rushed to anything for you kids - and I still do - and I forever will From one artist to another I am so proud of you for everything you've accomplished so far, and even though we're in different genres I am glad the future of this business is in the hands of kids like you, like Casey. But, as your mother? Words couldn't describe how proud I am, how all the sleepless nights and sneaking your father's guitars to you [Not sorry for that one, Lindsey]. Flying across the country for a show just to fly right back for my own, ditching award shows for me to go to the ones for you...and I'd do it all again. I love you, my son, and besides your father, you're the only man in that inner part of my heart I closed off for the world.LeeLee - My little dork, my little karaoke singing rockstar who just stays out of the limelight, my shopping buddy who will drop everything and bring me donuts whenever we want them. I was grateful Kristen mellowed out a bit by the time you were born when it came to me seeing you and your brother, and I know things were weird for you when you were a child. Your father and I were dead in the middle of rekindling our love, our affair, and you're the one who always seemed to be the one to catch us doing absolutely anything, and I know it was confusing for you because Daddy was kissing Auntie Stevie -- and doing other things with her. But, you never treated me differently for it, and when your friends would freak about who your Auntie was you were always "It's just Stevie". The way I've watched you grown into a wonderful young woman who puts up with nobody's sh*t melts me, the way you always call me about anything and everything melts my heart and soul. I love you so much, baby, and just like I dropped everything to be at the opening of your bar, I will drop everything and anything for you anytime.Stella - You, you got the worst of Kristen's wrath because you are so much like me. You have an old soul and have a love for the things I do. You were the one who I always had to get off stage for us to do our soundcheck because you were busy fixing the ribbons on my guitar. I remember the first time I held you I felt a different connection with you than I've felt with literally anyone in this world. Kristen was the worst to you because she knew it would get to me the most, and I know she had it beat in your head that the only reason I loved you so much was that you replaced Sara in my eyes and that was so far from the truth. The way I've watched you grow up into a woman who will tell anyone how it is, how you protect anyone you love, how you love as you've never been hurt. You and I have had conversations about things no one will ever know besides each other, and I feel so honored to know you on the level that I do. I love you endlessly, my little gypsy. As long as you live and breathe, Stevie Nicks will never die.Krissy - You get included in this, too, because you're practically my third daughter. You came into a family at a very interesting time, I know you and Will have known each other for years. I know about 'the road' and everything including with that - it's partly why I always said you and Will were Lindsey and myself. Recent events I feel have bonded us together in a way I don't think anything will rip us apart, and I can't wait to watch the life you and Will are going to build. Thank you for loving my son like you do, for loving his sisters as you do, and just realizing Lindsey and I aren't going to let you go. Sara - Everyday I wonder what you'd be like, how you'd walk this earth and if you'd be more like your father or myself. I miss you, I love you, and I know you gave me them and your father back so I'd find a purpose again. Until we see each other again, my precious little angel, I love you endlesslyAlso, my dear Lindsey, you're the reason I have my babies, biological or not, and I can never thank you enough for letting them be a part of their lives, for letting me love them as I do, for letting me pick them up whenever I wanted to or whenever they wanted to come over. For letting me sneak into the talent shows, for letting me take them to their modeling gigs and opening nights for bars. For understanding, I wasn't trying to replace Kristen it just happened. For letting us come full circle and having the family we used to talk about during Buckingham Nicks. I love you.Thank you guys for today, for everyday, and for letting me be your mama and wife - it's absolutely my favorite job in the world. If Fleetwood Mac never played together again, if I never zipped up the platform boots and walked out into my velvet underground I'd still enjoy the best things in life because I have you guys.Love always,Mama. 

𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 π•„π•’π•Ÿ

05/09/2021 09:13 PM 


cautionary tale Thank you for stumbling upon this page of utmost chaos and disorganization. I made this post to forewarn you all on how I conduct this big ball of patriotism that is Sam Wilson aka Falcon.PORTRAYAL: I write Sam from a mixture of media. Mostly, I stay within the realms of the MCU. However, I do pull from various media to fit my narrative.ORIENTATION/SEX/LOVE LIFE: Falcon is BISEXUAL. However, that does not mean he will chase every skirt or bicep that catches his attention unless we have discussed it prior. Also, when it comes down to a paramour-this page is a MULTI-LI. It means that SAM IS WITH SEVERAL PEOPLE AT ONCE. I TRY TO BE AS OPEN ABOUT IT AS POSSIBLE, AND THE PEOPLE WITH WHO MY CHARACTER IS INVOLVED WITH ARE ON BOARD WITH THIS FACT. If our storyline progressed to romantic affliction--you have been warned.  Anyway, if you haven't noticed, I am a MATURE writer and chances are I have written everything under the sun. Therefore, if you are interested in something particular, let me know. However, on responses---know I am a SLOW WRITER as REAL LIFE COMES FIRST. I won't apologize for it. Unless it's something, I can control. ALSO, QUALITY OVER QUANTITY    This character is part of an RPG. RPG replies will always come first. Please be aware and thanks for reading.   tl:dr slow writer|real life matter|rpg based|multi-love page|lgbtq friendly|pwp friendly

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05/09/2021 04:53 PM 

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Wizards Of The Knight

05/09/2021 03:54 PM 

Audition Form

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05/09/2021 11:32 PM 


serpent juliet everytime When relaxed in her Quantico cubicle, she pays for the bottle of wine in triplicate, the light of the fluorescents exacerbating the dull pain behind her left eye. The extra coffee just makes her need to get up more often to use the restroom, giving her a break from the mind-numbing study of bank documents. Betty had always realized that her time with Charles in high school was not an ordinary FBI experience. Even though the agent in charge was a suspect himself, the amount of deskwork makes her wish she had followed a few of her more obnoxious classmates to Wall Street. It will be the same amount of nonsense, but with a monetary gain.Not that Betty's efforts are unrewarding, but her contributions to this mortgage fraud case would not provide her with the same level of satisfaction as when she and Jughead worked on a case together in high school. She's been field-trained, has a service arm, and is well-versed with many of the government's interrogation techniques—but she doesn't use any of them in her daily life. Betty spends the next few days with her thoughts ping-ponging between financial statements and the bitterness in Jughead's voice in the message, thanks to the paperwork allowing her mind to wander too much.It swirls with the crack in his voice that resurfaces in her dreams, leaving her more tired in the morning than she was before going to bed. The week drags on, and even Friday doesn't offer her much comfort because when she returns home, she finds a padded envelope on her floral welcome mat. When walking through the door and trying to tear open the box, she takes off her shoes and wrestles with her bag and blazer. When Betty falls asleep on the sofa, Toffee wakes up, irritated by the noise, but she remains seated in her armchair.When she touches the book jacket, it shines, smooth and shiny. She runs her thumb up and down the spine, unable to contain her pride at seeing his name printed on a physical book. Not in a million years would she have wanted Jughead to publish under his given name; she suspects the Jughead she met would not, but Betty is unfamiliar with this version of Jughead. Betty smiles a little when she sees Jughead's author photo on the back flap—dressed in a tweed coat and glasses, he looks every bit the academic cliche, and Betty knows that any version of him would have loved and despised that fact. There isn't much in the way of a bio: Forsythe is a graduate student at the Iowa Writers' Workshop in Iowa City. Betty is grateful because she believes that learning more about his life will bring her deeper into a downward spiral. She has no way of knowing if he still enjoys working in journalism, if he follows a local crime, if he has a significant other, or even whether he has a dog.Toffee eventually joins her on the sofa, her face pressed against the book's corner. Betty opens the front cover with a tremor in her hand and feels the pleasing crackle of the spine's glue stretching. The words on his voicemail had persuaded her not to read it, but now that it's arrived, she can't resist. home comment message gallery stream blog They keep telling me to let go But I don't really let go when I say so (Yuh, yuh) I keep giving people blank stares (Yeah) I'm so different when you're not there (Yuh) It's like something out of Shakespeare Because I'm really not here when you're not thereI've tried to fight our energy But everytime I think I'm free (Yeah) You get high and call on the regular I get weak and fall like a teenager Why, oh why does God keep bringing me Back to you?

Wizards Of The Knight

05/09/2021 10:46 PM 


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Those Wayward Souls (MCRP)

05/09/2021 04:42 PM 

Taekoβ€²s Malevolent Curse
Current mood:  vehement

(Taeko goes on a murderous rampage at the expense of her unlucky human hosts, using these young women as nothing more than a vehicle to inflict maximum carnage upon not only themselves, but also other innocent men and women who have the misfortune of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. This is kind of a mix between the Asian horror movies Carved and Suicide Club.)   Taeko Matsuzaki was an abusive young woman who treated her poor children horribly, yet she also had serious mental and physical issues which clearly affected her better judgment. On the one hand she dearly loved kids and wanted to raise a happy family, yet on the other hand something deep inside drove her to lash out at not only innocent children, but also people in general as well. This unfortunate illness was something she could never control, until finally one day Taeko asked her only surviving son to kill her, but he missed her neck with the sharp blade and instead cut her mouth apart, giving Taeko the disfigured appearance that many people commented on much later after she returned from the dead. Fortunately that very same son ended up stabbing her after she tried to murder him in cold blood, thus resulting in this greatly troubled woman′s life finally coming to an end.  30 years later and now Taeko is a vengeful ghost who possesses other women, often forcing them to kidnap children to bring back to an old house where they are kept inside the basement, awaiting either disfigurement or death. But what she is most well known for is appearing from seemingly out of nowhere and asking her victims one simple question.... am I pretty? Depending on the answer their young lives may or may not be spared. However, on certain occasions she prefers to just walk quietly through the countryside or around town, enjoying those all too rare moments of peace and serenity, while always wearing a dark brown trench coat and white mask over her hideous looking face, which was far from unusual because many people in Japan also wore them, in order to either protect themselves against getting sick or prevent others around them from falling ill, due to the colds which they themselves already had to begin with.Yet this was not the entire story however, because today Taeko was feeling truly adventurous in a very twisted sort of way, and since she could easily find another human to possess in the event of something bad happening to her present female host, the psychotic yurei decided to finally have some fun at the expense of other women, just to see what might happen before all was said and done. Her current host was then forced to step right in front of an oncoming bullet train, resulting in the girl′s body literally exploding as gore and blood sprayed everywhere, much to the horrified expressions of others who had been waiting for another train to soon stop and pick them up. What few body parts remained were strewn across the tracks as the train continued speeding on through, and since Taeko had enjoyed this so much while also getting her sick thrills along the way, the next girl she possessed would suffer an equally terrible fate as well, by being forced to jump from the top of a five story building. Against her will the human sadly jumped to her immediate death, as seemingly countless bones were easily broken after she made violent contact with the extremely hard, undeniably unforgiving concrete, which also splattered her brains and other body parts all over the place just for good measure.  Taeko′s next victim would perish in a car wreck, after being forced to drive over one hundred miles an hour against traffic until the vehicle came to an abrupt stop, crashing into several other cars which quickly killed more than a few people at once, while also causing nearby vehicles to explode after catching on fire. Those helpless men, women, and children who were not killed instantly would scream for help before being burned alive as the horrifying scene only became worse, because Taeko had timed everything perfectly due to it being not only foggy, but also cloudy and overcast as well, resulting in dozens of cars and trucks piling up one behind the other, until finally everything was over after many lives had been so tragically lost, all because of this sick and depraved slit mouth woman's desire for human carnage. There were millions of female hosts for her to choose from in Tokyo alone, which meant Taeko would be able to play these evil games quite often and without regard to the safety of the women she ended up possessing. No doubt she would eventually go back to using more traditional methods of haunting these unfortunate humans, all of whom were destined to suffer by either being cursed and driven insane, or killed outright by those wickedly sharp scissors, but at least now Taeko knew she could always return to causing far more destructive methods of carnage, whenever the murderous urge became too much for her to either ignore or resist any longer.

Those Wayward Souls (MCRP)

05/09/2021 04:25 PM 

Kayako Saeki: Takeo Forever Damned
Current mood:  validated

(A moment of desolate solitude overcomes Kayako, but eventually she decides that Takeo must pay the ultimate price for murdering his entire family in cold blood. This is sort of an alternate version of what happened in the movies, as she unleashes a much more violent side of herself than usual.)Kayako's Lament"So many different emotions are going through my tormented mind right now. I can never hope to fully convey such morose feelings as sadness and depression, for it is beyond my ability to properly express them. And, except for an occasional glimpse of sorrow which might be seen emanating from these desolate eyes, no one will ever know nor understand just how miserable and alone I truly am."Kayako's RevengeKayako's vengeful spirit at last returned from the dead, but only for the sole purpose of making her vile, despicably wretched former husband Takeo suffer terribly for the horrific things he'd done to not only herself, but also to poor Toshio and his beloved cat Mar as well. Long black hair began strangling him with ever increasing force, yet for him to die so quickly would be far too easy for this utterly disgusting individual, so instead she would eventually do to him what he'd done to her neck in the not too distant past. However, she planned on doing much more than merely breaking that particular part of his body, as legs and arms were easily snapped which caused him to scream in excruciating agony. Kayako then slowly began to violently twist Takeo's arms one at a time, until finally broken bones gave way as she ripped the tortured male's sockets apart, before doing the same to his legs as she casually tossed one severed body part after another off to the side. Seeing him bleeding out until he was no doubt very near death, she at last ended his suffering by breaking his neck so that he could depart from the living to join the dead. However, Takeo would forever remain afraid of Kayako because she was a far more powerful spirit than himself, so while she could now finally move on in the afterlife, he would always dwell in the darkest shadows while never daring to incur this highly dangerous woman's wrath again.

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