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ɓuɓɓℓegum *missing*
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03/21/2024 08:32 PM
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MM Finn Mikaelson
Multi-Muse March Finn Mikaelson On the Black Horizon MM Post from @shakeitoff The howling winds blew so intensely that nothing could stand in its wake. The blizzard would never completely stop. The constant barrage of the wind and the show left the landscape battered and scarred. This had been going on without hesitation for centuries. The name of this place was well known among the Mythology of the Norse People. This was Hel.The Judeo-Christian idea of eternal damnation was completely different to the Norse. The abode of the cursed dead in Norse Mythology was a frozen wasteland with no escape. Across this wasteland a male figure wrapped in furs from head to toe began his trek. As soon as one foot broke the snow, the trail behind him was covered. The journey had been taking place practically since the moment he arrived. Death had ensnared him and pulled him kicking and screaming. His siblings had feigned their concern for him as he lay dying. They were all monsters.Even though the man was well over six feet tall, the depth of the snow in this cursed realm made him look small. He wanted to just stand there and let the depravity of the situation just consume him but something kept him going. As long as his life had been, his siblings had kept him under a spell dangling between life and death for centuries. That black horizon was his prison. It was damnation to him. This branch of the Great Tree was no curse. There was actually light here despite the frozen depravity that would have consumed a lesser man. Up ahead was the mouth of a cave. There was a diaphanous light pouring from the mouth of the cave. It was the source of what was calling him there. He kept his eternal trudge forward until the levels of the snow started to taper off into nothing. He broke through finally setting one fur lined foot on solid ground then the other. He walked through the opening of the cave.There was a warmth here that he felt through to his soul. He had not felt love like this since he'd been a child. Finn, oldest son of Mikael, Finn Mikaelson removed the binding from his head and his face allowing for a drink of air. There was a fire burning in here but surely he was alone. He had no idea why he'd been drawn here. He started to move toward the fire when he heard a decidedly feminine voice speaking to him. “Greetings, Finn son of Mikael. I am Freyja, goddess of magic.”He had been born a witch to a witch and a Viking warrior centuries ago. He'd had a sample of what power he could possess until that fateful day that his mother changed them all into monsters because of their father. His magic had been stolen from him and he never forgot it. His precious older sister Freya had also been stolen from him when he was a child. The siblings born after Finn were all monsters, especially the bastard Niklaus who ruled over them all with an iron fist. “What do you want?” Finn called out with a snarl. His existence had been nothing but misery and woe on Midgard. He was fuming silently.“I have come to right the wrongs done to you in your life.” She spoke. His sister who had been named for the goddess had besought her for the return of her beloved brother in the form in which he'd been born centuries prior. “The curse laid upon you before you died has been broken by me after supplication by your beloved sister. I can restore you to life back on Midgard, but only if you wish it.” Returning to life? Could he really be leaving this frozen wasteland to feel the warmth of the sun on his face once more? “Would I be subject to the curse again?” Briefly he was in the body of Vincent Griffith he was a human witch again. The thought of being a witch again in a mortal body actually appealed to him. To be in his own body and to be mortal? “Yes. I want to have what was stolen from me!” He realized something else too. Neither Klaus nor Elijah could send him back to the black horizon again if he was as mortal as Freya.There was an opening that began to form in the cave. In front of that opening was a chariot pulled by two rather large cats. These cats were Freyja's special animals. Finn stepped into her chariot and held on for dear life. When the wheels started to turn, the eldest child of Mikael and Esther smiled. It wouldn't be long now. credit: james kriet
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𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 ᵂᴬᵀᴱᴿ.
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03/21/2024 06:42 PM
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peach-flavored treats.
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Because we're all beautiful in our own way. home msg cmnt gallery stream bulletins these violent delights In the tranquil morning, as the day stretched luxuriously before me, I stood amidst the rustle of fabric in my room. The sun's rays filtered through the delicate curtains, casting a gentle golden hue. The air was infused with the fragrance of summer, a delicate blend of blooming flowers, and the fresh promise of a new day. With a graceful touch, I browsed through my wardrobe, and my hand instinctively landed on the white sundress. The fabric felt soft and comfortable; it seemed to vibrate with the spirit of the summer days ahead. I lifted the dress from its hanger and held it for a moment, admiring how it seemed to capture the light and turn the simple fabric into something ethereal. With a gentle motion, I slipped it over my head, feeling the cool touch of the cloth as it fell into place around me. It settled with a soft rustle, the skirt swirling around my legs and the top clinging just right. This dress was more than just fabric and thread; it was a whisper of every joyful summer memory, a canvas for the day's potential joys.Turning to the mirror, I saw the transformation unfold. The dress clung to my body in a soft embrace, its fabric catching every breath of air, making it dance and sway with a life of its own. It was as if I had donned not just but the very essence of summer itself. My reflection showed a girl poised on the brink of something wonderful, the anticipation of the unknown sparkling in her eyes.At the vanity, I applied my makeup with a delicate hand, each stroke a tribute to the day's subtle beauty. Mascara darkened my lashes, giving depth to my gaze and turning my eyes into pools of unspoken thoughts. A touch of blush brought a gentle flush to my cheeks, mimicking nature's playful tease. The final stroke of pink lip gloss caught the light, a soft promise of sweet words and laughter.As I moved from the sanctity of my room, the world seemed to hold its breath, the familiar sounds of the house hushed in reverence to the moment. Stepping into the shared space, I found Conrad, the air between us thick with the weight of days past and words unspoken. His gaze found mine, and in that suspended slice of time, the world faded to a mere backdrop."You look nice," he said, his words cutting through the layers of silence. Simple yet laden with meaning, his voice was a tentative bridge, a fragile offering extended across the chasm of our shared hesitations.The flutter in my heart was unexpected, a gentle turbulence that stirred the depths of my soul. His gaze reflected my uncertainties, a shared vulnerability laid bare. Yet within that vulnerability was a spark, a glimmer of something indefinable that refused to be quenched by time or distance.My response, a whispered "thanks," felt like a key turned in a long-locked door. This exchange's significance hung heavy in the air.The memory of the peach stand lingered vividly in my mind. It was nothing more than a makeshift setup on the side of the road: a couple of wooden crates overflowing with ripe peaches, their sweet fragrance hanging heavy in the air, and a small sign instructing customers to leave their money in a container. I remember placing a dollar in the jar, the metal cool and slightly rusty against my fingers. I needed more exact change but felt content with my contribution.Conrad's refusal to partake in the peach-tasting had taken me by surprise. "Nah, I'm allergic to peaches," he had said with a casual shrug, a revelation that sparked my curiosity and disbelief. "Since when?" I pressed, recalling instances where he had indulged in peach-flavored treats. His admission of an allergic reaction, albeit mild, puzzled me, yet it did little to dampen my enthusiasm for the fruit in my hand.The peach was a marvel of nature, perfectly ripe, its skin yielding slightly under the gentlest pressure from my fingers. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, the sweet, heady aroma enveloping me, transporting me to a place of pure sensory delight. As I bit into the fruit, its nectar burst forth, cascading down my chin and staining my fingers with its sticky sweetness. The experience was all-encompassing, a symphony of taste, scent, and the vivid hues of a sunset captured in the flesh of the peach.Conrad's unexpected gesture of purchasing another peach for me challenged me to replicate the perfection of the first. The second peach, devoured in mere bites, was equally sublime, its flavors a testament to the idyllic summer day. Conrad's inquiry into its taste was met with my affirmation; a moment shared between us that felt surprisingly intimate.The intimacy deepened unexpectedly when he reached out to wipe the remnants of peach juice from my chin with his shirt. The act, simple in its kindness, was laden with an unspoken tenderness that left me reeling, light-headed, and unsteady. It was a fleeting connection, marked by the intensity of his gaze, a look that seemed to pierce through to my very soul before he averted his eyes, perhaps overwhelmed by the moment or the brightness of the day. Turn itself back to re-behold the passWhich never yet a living person left
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Dusty
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03/21/2024 05:06 PM
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Owes list
I owe you:Warren Dupont S {3/21/2024}Ryan Andrews R {3/17/2024}Here You owe me Here Here Here updated on March 22nd, 2024
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🐆 Werecheetah
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03/21/2024 12:04 PM
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Full Character Information
Full character information! about adelina beaumont Updated on: 3/23/2024. ∗ ∗ ∗Basic Info:Name: Adelina Ilene BeaumontNicknames: Addy, Lina, Deli, Adela, AdieName Meaning: Adelina (Noble; Nobility), Ilene (Shining Light; Torch), Beaumont (Beautiful Mountain)Name Origin: Adelina ( French/Italian), Ilene (Gaelic), Beaumont (French)Name Pronounced: Adelina (ah-deh-lee-nuh), Ilene (ie-LEEN), Beaumont (Bo-mon-t)Gender: FemaleSpecies: Werecheetah (cheetah Shifter)Sexual Orientation: Straight and one man kittyBirthday: December 24th, 1990 (Beacon Hills, Age 18/30)Date Turned: TBDBiography:Adelina Ilene Beaumont was born in December 24th, 1990, in Beacon Hills, California to Anna Gonzalez-Beaumont (Mother) & Edward Beaumont. She was born in Beacon Hills, California and was raised there as well. She went to Beacon Hills High School and graduated 2008. A year later, 2009, she went to collage at Hardvard University and in 2013 (4 years years later), she graduated. She came back to Beacon Hills and and that is when she got mixed up in the Supernatural world, when the Alpha pack came in and and began to cause trouble she was kidnapped by Deucalion, who bit her and then left her to run back to her human life, without any knowledge on what would happen to her. She found out on the next full moon though and turned into a were-cheetah. She had run into the woods, not wanting to harm her parents, or anyone, not knowing what was going to happen to her. She stripped down to nothing as she began to feel overheated (like the sun was beating down on her in over 100 degrees), she hid in a cave and let the change happen. During that time she had no clue what she did. When she awoke, she had a deers head at her feet and blood all over her body. Not knowing where to turn to went to the Animal Clinic and that was when she learned about everything from Dr. Deaton. He called in Scott and told him about her. With Scotts help and the pack, she is now learning to use her abilities to help her town.Appearance:Eye Color(s): Hazel (Green-brown)Hair Color: Dark BrownHighlights: On occasionHair Style(s): Usually straight or in a pony-tail (But depends on situation)Skin tone: PaleBody type: Slim and SlenderHeight: 5' 2"Weight: Don't ask! (it's rude)Feline Form: Yellow base, black spots, two black strips going from her eyes donw to her mizzle. Slender/Lithe, long tail, and smooth to the touch.About her:Personality: Kind and helpful; Diurnal and solitary (At times), Active at dawn, dusk and the central hours of the day, Territorial, especially males, Athletic, fast, graceful, intelligent, resourceful, agile, and nimble. Speedy, survivalist, passionate, progressive, assertive, evolutionary, flexible, and protective.Good Habit(s): Eats healthy, sleeps on a schedule, Balancing work and life and managing your time effectivelyBad habit(s): Over thinking things, Lashing out at people when she is angry.Like(s): Hanging with the packDislike(s): Hunters, or people who come after her packHobbies: Helping wounded animals in needAllergies: Look at powers and abilities list.Fear(s): Being alone, being hunted, andStrength(s): See list belowWeakness(es): See list belowSpecial Powers/Abilities: Look here for powers.Weapon(s): None other than herself.Extra: NATalents and Dreams:Ambition/dream: To become a vet one day.Occupation/Job: Assistant Veterinary TechnicianBest Class(es): EnglishWorst Class(es): ScienceFamily and Friends:Parent(s): Anna Gonzalez-Beaumont (Mother) & Edward BeaumontSibling(s): NoneRelative(s): UnknownBest Friend(s): Lydia Martin, Allison Argent and Malia Tate (Hale)Friend(s): Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dumbar, Hayden RomonCrush(es): NonePet(s): NoneRival(s): Hunters and other supernaturals who try to harm Beacon Hills.Enemy: Hunters and other supernaturals who try to harm Beacon Hills.Extra:Scent: Sweet and honey like.Blood type: A-B (Univseral)Outfit(s): Whatever the f I want to wear.Accessories: Whatever the f I want to wear.Makeup: Whatever the f I want to wear.Scars: None yetTattoo(es): NoneJewelry: Whatever the f I want to wear.Piercing(s): EarsFavorites:Theme Song/Quote: Running up the Hill; Cover done by Placebo.Favorite Food(s): Deer (Sorry Malia, you gotta share).Favorite Drink(s): If she could get drunk; rum and bourbon on the rocks together.Favorite Color(s): Yellow and black.Favorite Animal(s): Cheetah's (Duh).Favorite Number: 3.Favorite Season(s): Summer.Favorite Holiday(s): Summer Solstice.Favorite Time of Day: Dawn and Dusk.Theme: Yellow and Black.Timeline:Born: December 24th, 1990Graduated High School: 2008 (18 Years Old)Started Harvard University: 2009Graduated Harvard University: 2013 (4 years years later)Kidnapped, Turned, Bitten then released: 2013 (By Deucalion)Member of Scott's pack: 2013 to PresentWorks at Beacon Hills Animal Clinic: 2013 to Present. ∗ ∗ ∗ template credit .
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VoltronLegendaryDefenders
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03/21/2024 02:55 PM
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RP INFO
RULES Be nice ooc Be patient Ask if you can play your oc and send my their link because I MIGHT allow you to if they interest me Be able to play dom because I only sub Don't ask me to play a cc because I only play my ocs Be able to keep up with my length put in the password so I know you read all of this NO SPANKING If I Could Tell Her || Klance - YouTube ROLEPLAY LITE SEMI LITE 4-5+ LINES 1+ PARAGRAPH NO EXAMPLES YET 🏳️🌈Klance {AMV} Give your heart a break 🏳️🌈 - YouTube KINKS HUGE D*CKS 2+ D*CKS IN THE SAME HOLE EAR AND EYE SEX RAPE/FORCEFUL SEX GORE PAIN If I Had You ~ Voltron Klance AMV - YouTube TRIGGERS FEET SH*T PISS BIG BREASTS PREGNECY DEATH ♫ Symphony ♫ (A Keith & Lance / Klance Animatic) - YouTube MUSTS CLOTHES ON DURING SEX Klance-Guillotine - YouTube PASSWORD QUIZNAK
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Viktor {Ember’s Flame}
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03/21/2024 01:42 PM
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Rules of the Court
There will be rules for any characters roleplaying with Viktor. If you cannot abide by them, that is okay. There are others you can roleplay with. There is no bartering when it comes to these rules. This profile is here for roleplay. There will be no OOC drama. Anyone tries to start anything then they will be blocked. Fact. I will only roleplay with people that are over 18 years old and above. If any characters are child characters then that is fine. There will be nothing inappropriate with children whatsoever. If anyone tries anything inappropriate, that person will be blocked. If any false accusations are made against me, they will be blocked. I refuse to deal with any of that at all. I come here because I have a passion for writing. I would hope all those I roleplay with have the same. There will be no smut accounts accepted. No pre-made starters accepted. While the initial writing is good...it shows in the moment that the person is not fully committed to the storyline they are involved in. If you cannot handle a little extra time to make an original starter or reply, that is fine. Go elsewhere. Paragraph or higher. I would rather someone take extra time to add to the replies. One-liners and semi-paragraphs are not accepted. Mistakes happen. That is fine. What I ask for is effort. If improvement is not seen over time then it shows that there is not care put into the writing. If someone doesn't care about the quality of their writing then why should I? Go over your grammar during your writing. It is difficult for the brain to take in run on sentences or to take on proper meaning of the writing. Viktor is a single love interest character. Simple to remember. No need to try and bed him. You wanna flirt then flirt but don't expect him to be pinning you to the wall. Once his mind is made up, he is loyal to who he is with. Please sign these rules after reading. If there is not something acknowladging you've read it, I will not roleplay with you. Just make sure you are truthful. Have integrity with this. These are not difficult to follow. Enjoy.
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OAKLEIGH ANISE BUDD
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03/21/2024 01:11 PM
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(M) Diary post (Drabble # 1) - Finished
FROM THE DIARY OFOakleigh Anise Budd DRABBLE 1 I was excited! My first shift! I was going to become a wolf finally. 16 years of waiting was a long time for an non-triggered werewolf who knew about it. We had to wait until we where 16 to trigger it, under the guidance of our pack elders. I, however, only had my parents.They had sat me down a month ago and told me about what they knew about us and the process of shifting. For us, newbies it was going to be painful for the first few days as our wolves surfaced to join us. Some of us, would be able to even speak with our wolves, but that rarely ever happened. If it did, it was considered a gift. One that was nurtured and encouraged.At midnight, I prepared for the shift in our cellar in the woods, near our house. My parents having had checked the chains and even gave me some wolfs-bane to help with the change. That stuff is gross! Anyways, I left the house half-an hour to get to the cellar and get chained up.My parents where there with everything in order. I walked into the cage and stripped my clothes, handing them to my parents. My parent locked me in and stayed on the other side of a metal door that was the rooms exit. They stayed on the other side of it just in-case I got out somehow. I crouched on the ground on all fours, waiting for the pain that was surely to come.I looked at the window ceiling and saw the moon coming closer to the window. It was time.At midnight the First Change began.It started with my hands, which began to tingle. Then my feet, my spine, and then my eyes began their change, clear human vision to green, reds and yellows, eventually landing in the green, yellow and grey mixed with red lights. My actual eye color was now a golden-yellow hue.That was only the beginning, then next step was the bones and teeth, then the fur. Oh the agony I felt. My bones cracked, broke and rearranged themselves, into the form of a wolf. Fur began to grow and I felt my mouth length, teeth began to grow longer and sharper, my ears pointed and grew russet fur. Then it was over, I was a complete wolf. I had crouched during the first half, in pain, and was now just rising to my feet - no paws.I stood for a few minutes to get the feel of my wolf. My wolf began to talk to me slowly, so I could learn her voice and such. "Hi, I'm Sage, your wolf." She tells me through telepathy. "I'll be here to help through everything."I was confused and thought I was going crazy. "I'm dreaming? I'm not talking to myself?""Of course not, I'm your wolf, I guess the legend of the wolf speaking with their human half is just that, a 'legend.'. She let out a sigh as she let me have the controls of her body. I stayed in the cage, though I knew a good run would be nice, so I opted for the much safer plan. Running around the cage. It was big enough too, so I did.After a few hours of running, we settled down on a bed of straw and fell asleep. By the time I-we, woke up the sun was already blazing through the window Ceil. The smell of bacon, eggs, cheese and pancakes, made my mouth water. Mom had made breakfast."Mum? Dad?" I called out as I walked to the cell door and pressed my face against them. "Let me out please?" I asked as I felt my mouth began to water from the smells.Dad came in and unlocked the door and led me to Mum. I sat on the floor and listened to my parents talk about what they had seen last night. As I ate I told them what I had felt, and about the once-in-a-million, chance that I had the ability to speak with my wolf and vise versa.After breakfast we went about our day, I went to school and my parents went to work at the preserve. (c) made by creativian
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𝓛𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽
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03/21/2024 12:05 AM
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Human Nature - Intro
Human Nature Lionheart /1878498 There was something about watching sunrise on the back of a horse on your own ranch. The man wearing the cowboy hat the color of maple syrup was already a tall drink of water when he wasn't sitting on the back of a horse he lovingly called Baby. The Bull Moose Ranch was owned and operated by Sam Winchester. A lot of hard work went into this ranch that sat on 150 acres on the Riverdale city limits sign. As a matter of fact, when one drove into Riverdale, the most used route, they passed the Bull Moose Ranch.Everyone loved Sam. Sam often hired folks who were down and out to come and work on his ranch. He gave them plenty of hard work and a fair wage. Mayor Grayson Gilbert to Sam for what he did on the Ranch. Sam didn't care about awards. He just did what he did because it was the right thing to do.Even now, the sun began to peek up over the horizon. Sam was a sensitive man who always felt speechless when he watched the sunrise. The beauty of a new day was always overwhelming for a brief moment, but Sam always gathered his wits about him and continued onward with his daily chores. The sound of his Australian shepherd Riot yawning and scratching next to him usually brought him back into the present from his worship of nature in the wee hours of the morning. Sam chuckled as he looked down at Riot. He nudged Baby's ribs and started toward the dairy side of the ranch.The Bull Moose Ranch had plenty of horses who were in several corrals being tended to by the people who worked for him. The more profitable side of the ranch was the dairy. Last count, Sam had 2370 cows on the farm, several bulls and a couple hundred calves. They were the largest supplier of milk and dairy products to Riverdale. Unfortunately, there had been a problem with the cows lately. Some time during the night cows were beginning to be slaughtered. Witnesses were reporting strange lights on the Ranch followed by the sounds of cows mooing in distress. Left behind was something straight out of a horror movie.There was an ethereal glow coming from one of his fields where his cattle were grazing. In the same direction as the glow, Sam noticed a group of cows who were obviously upset. “Not again!” Sam grumbled as he rode harder. He climbed down off his horse and ran toward the scene. He stopped short when he saw another one. She was mutilated with almost surgical precision leaving no blood behind. Various internal organs were missing including her tongue. Sam took off his hat and ran his hand through his hair.He put his hat back on his head. Pulling out his cell phone. He knew it was too early to get anyone out here to help him, but hopefully they'd be here soon enough. “It happened again. I don't know what the hell is happening. Get out here as soon as you can. I'll tell the house where I am and what's happening. They'll bring you here in the truck. God, this is a mess.” Sam sighed before disconnecting the call.It was going to take a while to calm down the other cows. Sam had heard plenty of wild talk about aliens being behind the cows being slaughtered. He tended not to believe these crazy conspiracy theories. There had to be a more plausible theory as to what was happening. Sam was just ready for it all to stop. "Not all those who wander are lost;" - JRR Tolkien credit: james kriet
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VoltronLegendaryDefenders
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03/20/2024 11:47 PM
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Kion
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03/20/2024 10:42 PM
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↠RULES↞ BE PATIENT BE NICE OOC BE ABLE TO PLAY DOM CCS BE ABLE TO KEEP UP WITH MY LENGTH ↠SONGS↞ ⧔Nightcore⧕ → Survive the Night (Switching Vocals) |Lyrics| - YouTube Nightcore - Left Behind - YouTube ⧔Nightcore⧕ → Just Gold (Switching Vocals) |Lyrics| - YouTube Nightcore It's Been So Long Five Nights At Freddy's 2 Song - YouTube ⧔Nightcore⧕ → Survive the Night (Switching Vocals) |Lyrics| - YouTube ♪ Nightcore Five More Nights - YouTube ↠KINKS↞ 2+ D*CKS IN THE SAME HOLE HUGE D*CKS GORE PAIN EAR AND EYE SEX CLOTHES ON DURING SEX BEASTITAILTY ZOOPHILIA AGE GAPE ↠TRIGGERS↞ SH*T PISS PREGNACY FEET BIG BREAST ↠LENGTH↞ SEMI MORE OR LESS PARAGRAPHS 4-5+ LINES
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Amphibia/GF/TOH
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03/20/2024 09:55 PM
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#leetemplate ╲⠀╲⠀╲ ╲ ⠀ ╲⠀╲⠀☆ ⠀ ╲ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀☆⠀ ╲⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀○ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀○ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ ⓁⒺⒺ ╲⠀╲⠀╲ ╲ ⠀ ╲⠀╲⠀○ ⠀ ╲ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀○⠀ ╲⠀ ⠀⠀ ☆ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀☆ Table of Contents ✦ ʙᴀsɪᴄ ʀᴜʟᴇs ✦ ғᴜɴᴅᴀᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟs ✦ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | {ROSIE} | . ✫ . • ⊹ . ✩ ⊹ ☪ ⋆ ⁺ ˚ ⋆ 。 * . ☪ ° ⊹ ✩ ✦ ⊹ ⋆ • ✯ ⋆ . . ˚ ⁺ * ✦ . ˚✦ ✦ . ⁺ ✦ ⋆ ° . ° * ✦ * ✦ ° . ☆ . ⊹ ⋆ * . ° . |sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: {OPEN} [ ] ᴏᴘᴇɴ [ ] ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ [ ] ʙᴜsʏ [ ] ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ 1×1 ᴏɴʟʏ [ ] ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ᴏɴʟʏ .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. Basic Rules .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. ʙᴀsɪᴄ ʀᴜʟᴇs: BE PATIENT BE NICE OOC BE ABLE TO DOM BE ABLE TO KEEP UP WITH MY LENGTH ①.] {N/A} ②.] {N/A} ③.] {N/A} ④.] {N/A} ⑤.] {N/A} .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. Fundamentals .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʀʏ: ɪ ᴀᴍ {SEMI LITE} ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ {3+} ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ. -ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ {3+} ᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟɪɴᴇs. - {4-5+} - {LINES} ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ɪ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ɢᴇɴʀᴇs. - {EROTIC} ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ | | {N/A} | | | | | |____________________________________ ʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ's: ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ. ʏᴇs: [ ] {EROTIC MY SUB OC X DOM CC} [ ] {HUGE D*CKS} [ ] {2+ D*CKS IN THE SAME HOLE} ɴᴏ: [ ] {SH*T} [ ] {PISS} [ ] {FEET} .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. Extra Information .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: | {(password)GRAVITY} ᴏᴄ ʟɪɴᴋs: {BELOW}
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Minecraft
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03/20/2024 08:59 PM
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♡ 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 ♡ 〖「 」〗 ♡ <-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~-> ♡ ~~ ♡ <-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~-> ♡ 〖「 」〗 `~♡ 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘 ♡~` 𝙴𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛 :ROSIE ̗̀➛ 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎 :ROSIE ̗̀➛ 𝙰𝚐𝚎 :21 ̗̀➛ 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 :HER/SHE ̗̀➛ 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚉𝚘𝚗𝚎 :MOUNTAIN ̗̀➛ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ~~ ♡ <-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~-> ♡ ~= 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 =~ 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 :: 𝙱 𝚡 𝙱 - [ FB X B ] 𝙱 𝚡 𝙶 - [ Y ] 𝙶 𝚡 𝙶 - [ F X G ] 〖「 」〗 ♡ <-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~-> ♡ ~~ ♡ <-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~-> ♡ 〖「 」〗 𝙱 𝚡 𝙽𝙱 - [ Y ] 𝙶 𝚡 𝙽𝙱 - [ F X NB ] 𝙽𝙱 𝚡 𝙽𝙱 - [ N ] 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝟷 𝚡 𝟷 - [ Y ] 𝙿𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 - [ N ] 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 >𝟸+ 𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜< - [ MB ] 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 >𝚒.𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚎𝚝𝚌< - [ N ] 𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎 ✎ ➢ 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 - [ N ] ➢ 𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚒 - 𝙻𝚒𝚝 - [ Y ] ➢ 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 - [ MB ] ➢ 𝙰𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝙻𝚒𝚝 - [ N ] ➢ 𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 - [ N ] 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 ➴DEPENDS ➢ 𝙱𝚞𝚜𝚢 - [ MAYBE ] ➢ 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙱𝚞𝚜𝚢 - [ MOSTLY ] [N/A] 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚙 𝙸 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 ✎ ➢ 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚖 - [ MB ] ➢ 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚖 - [ Y ] ➢ 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 - [ B ] 〖「 」〗 ♡ <-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~-> ♡ ~~ ♡ <-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~-> ♡ 〖「 」〗 ☓ 𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 ✓ —————————————————————————————————— ✓ 𝙳𝚘'𝚜 ✓ -BE NICE OOC -BE PATIENT -BE ABLE TO DOM —————————————————————————————————— 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 -N -/ -A —————————————————————————————————— ☓ 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝𝚜 ☓ -BE RUDE OOC - - 〖「 」〗 ♡ <-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~-> ♡ ~~ ♡ <-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~->♤<-~•☆•~-> ♡ 〖「 」〗 <-~Goodbye msg~-> 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 🥀 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝
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03/20/2024 08:24 PM
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★ ★°★ . * . °☆ . ● . ★ ° . • ○ ● . ☆ ★ ° ☆ ¸. ¸ ★ . • ° . * ̣̣̣̣̣ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩ͯ•͙͙✧⃝•͙͙✩ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ ⭑╔═══✦⋆ೋ°✿°ೋ⋆✦═══╗⭑ ⭑✧Rule Contents✧⭑ ❥Literacy ❥Pairings ❥Rules ❥Triggers ❥Additional Info ⭑╚═══✦⋆ೋ°✿°ೋ⋆✦═══╝⭑ ̣̣̣̣̣ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩ͯ•͙͙✧⃝•͙͙✩ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ ⭑╔═══✦⋆ೋ°✿°ೋ⋆✦═══╗⭑ ⭑✧Literacy✧⭑ 4-5+ lines ⭑╚═══✦⋆ೋ°✿°ೋ⋆✦═══╝⭑ ̣̣̣̣̣ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩ͯ•͙͙✧⃝•͙͙✩ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ ⭑╔═══✦⋆ೋ°✿°ೋ⋆✦═══╗⭑ ⭑✧Pairings✧⭑ MY OC X CC ⭑╚═══✦⋆ೋ°✿°ೋ⋆✦═══╝⭑ ̣̣̣̣̣ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩ͯ•͙͙✧⃝•͙͙✩ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ ⭑╔═══✦⋆ೋ°✿°ೋ⋆✦═══╗⭑ ⭑✧Rules✧⭑ BE NICE OOC BE PATIENT BE ABLE TO DOM SINCE I ONLY SUB BE ABLE TO KEEP UP WITH MY LENGTH ⭑╚═══✦⋆ೋ°✿°ೋ⋆✦═══╝⭑ ̣̣̣̣̣ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩ͯ•͙͙✧⃝•͙͙✩ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ ⭑╔═══✦⋆ೋ°✿°ೋ⋆✦═══╗⭑ ⭑✧Triggers✧⭑ FEETSH*TPISSBIG BREASTSPREGNECY ⭑╚═══✦⋆ೋ°✿°ೋ⋆✦═══╝⭑ ̣̣̣̣̣ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩ͯ•͙͙✧⃝•͙͙✩ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ ⭑╔═══✦⋆ೋ°✿°ೋ⋆✦═══╗⭑ ⭑✧Additional Info✧⭑ (kinks)HUGE D*CKS2+ D*CKS IN THE SAME HOLEANALEAR AND EYE SEXGOREPAIN ⭑╚═══✦⋆ೋ°✿°ೋ⋆✦═══╝⭑ ̣̣̣̣̣ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩ͯ•͙͙✧⃝•͙͙✩ͯ┄•͙✧⃝•͙┄✩̣̣̣̣̣ͯ ★ ★°★ . * . °☆ . ● . ★ ° . • ○ ● . ☆ ★ ° ☆ ¸. ¸ ★ . • ° . *
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𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝
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03/20/2024 07:18 PM
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To Ease Suffering
Rockdrick SCHOOL SHOOTING "Reporting today 12 students lost their lives in Rockdrick Elementary School shooting, several injured and the shooter was found and disarmed and taken into custody with no issues. More to report soon" Those were the last words Soto Othomos would ever want to hear. The beloved students decided to face their fate of going to school that day and now they faced the bleak reality of the small-town terror of school shootings. Soto stood there before the TV his hand wrapped around the soda can in his hands."How terrible" wept one of his staff behind him breaking down and crying as he turned his head to her "I know Elizabeth it's truly a tragedy. A tragedy we will....have to face as a team. This town will be in mourning and we are the only funeral home the next forty miles. He knew that his young staff would be thrown into something horrible the fact that they would be helping to prepare children for their final burial."would you find us weak to ask not to be a part of it?" she cried softly as Soto shook his head."It's bleak asking for anyone to help me with this task. If you like to take a vacation right now, I would hold no ill will" He explained to them that he would not ask them to stay for this terrible ordeal they would face. His young staff was made up of juvenile teenagers and young adults who faced crimes and criminal charges. But to escape jail time they agreed to work at his funeral home. They were young, too young for this kind of work and yet they threw themselves into this job with vigor. Soto would hold no such ill feeling if they abandoned him for this was not something he could ask any of them to help him with."What do we do to start?" whispered a young man standing up daring to brave the sobs from his voice as Soto looked at him and frowned."if this will be too much, you can leave, I will not ask-""no, no we are a team, Just like what you told us when we started" one spoke standing up as the weeping young woman nodded and stood up eventually."The Undertaker's job is to ease the pain of Death, You can do not all of that alone. e will be your angels, Soto, like you saved us from our destructive ways. We shall save you from this pain" She assured him that he could never deal with it alone. We are a team, a good team and we will do this together" she assured nodding her head as Soto smiled weakly as tears rang through his eyes."Yes, we will ease the suffering of this town. We will be the angels" He said to his small team of young adults. He then gave instructions to clean out the house, make the rooms, and tidy up all the furniture. Then made space in the mourge for twelve bodies to be seen and attended to by himself and Elizabeth. His other staff was in charge of orginzating things, talking with parents and he would also attend to meeting the parents and making sure everyone was situated into the right place and that everything was needed would be given to them.TWO WEEKS LATER As he was starting to get the children into the moyrage, speaks and talked with parents about what they wished for their children's funeral. He wrote down the flower order, the orders for decorations, and several other things. He would make sure their special children taken too quickly from this world would be remembered beautifully. Death was a scary thing for parents and anyone to face, and Soto wanted nothing more than the ease the terror Death caused and the pain it rattled through mothers' bodies. He heard their cries, their screams, that heartbreak that rattled even his stern heart. This job was not for weak and easy-to-be-emotional people. But even he had a heart and when dealing with young children of the mourge he was always so down and sorrowful.He stood there with his mother as they cried and screamed at him as if he was death itself to come to take their children away. The villains in their stories are the ones to lay the beloved souls of their kids to rest. To them, the undertakers were scary people, the workers of the devil, or those that were merciful and kind angels wishing only the best for their deceased children's trip to the heavens. Soto was dealing with the last work order for this large project his team and himself had taken on, a delicate and so very careful project they had to walk with great elegance and care."Soto, Sir the flowers have arrived" spoke his young assistant Berry. Soto looked up from his paperwork and nodded his head and he rubbed his face. Knowing that their parents would be the last judge if they approved of the flowers he had ordered in per his request. But these flowers were said to be the best in this small town so he trusted this company could give him something grand for the resting souls of innocent life."Be there in a moment " he assured and grabbed his coat as it was still a cold spring. His tall appearance shimmered as he walked down the hallway and to the door and came outside where the car and woman stood."Hello, I am Soto, I do believe you have the flowers I have ordered for this funeral arrangement for the children?" he asked walking down the flight of stairs. Two large Bermes mountain dogs seemed to have gotten to the lady first and ran around her happily barking and jumping."Reggie, Badger stop that" Soto whistled as the dogs barked happily and then scampered to his side as he came over and sat down faithful beside their owner. Soto was a tall man, he was almost seven feet tall, his frame was slim and slender but still under his skin rippled some muscle showing he might have some athleticness in him. He had long black hair that was sleek back. His eyes were a deep amber color with a strange frosting or blue around it making his eyes look more intense than he might have wanted them to be. Deep within him lay a very intimidating godly figure. But he would not recall, he would not know, he felt strange when working with dead bodies at times...like it came naturally to him."Come in, Come in, I am sure the parents will love these flowers!" soto beckoned her to follow a small smile on his face as he led her into the funeral home. The place smelled, like pleasant flowers. The place was clean and carefully arranged, the parents were in the main meeting room. The place was bright and sunny, calm feeling wrapped around this place, almost like summer was inside of this place. Like no sorrow could penetrate this place's calming atmosphere. It was hard to believe, that somewhere in this bright and lively place, twelve children's bodies lay, dead and cold awaiting their final funeral.
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{[Verse 1]Can't stay at home, can't stay in schoolOld folks say, "You poor little fool"Down the street, I'm the girl next doorI'm the fox you've been waiting for[Chorus]Hello, Daddy, hello, MomI'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, cherry bombHello, world, I'm your wild girlI'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, cherry bomb[Verse 2]Stone Age love and strange sounds tooCome on, baby, let me get to youBad nights causin' teenage bluesGet down, ladies, you got nothin' to lose[Chorus]Hello, Daddy, hello, MomI'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, cherry bombHello, world, I'm your wild girlI'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, cherry bomb[Guitar Solo]Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh! You might also likex2Lil Uzi VertWHERE SHE GOESBad BunnyBad Bunny - WHERE SHE GOES (English Translation)Genius English Translations [Chorus]Hello, Daddy, hello, MomI'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, cherry bombHello, world, I'm your wild girlI'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, cherry bombOh-ah[Verse 3]Hey, street boy, want some style?Your dead-end dreams don't make you smileI'll give you somethin' to live forHave you and grab you 'til you're sore[Chorus]Hello, Daddy, hello, MomI'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, cherry bombHello, world, I'm your wild girlI'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, cherry bomb[Outro]Cherry bombCherry bombCherry bombCherry bombCherry bomb} CHARACTER CHART Character's full name:KORALINE EVANS Character's Nickname:KIRS Race:DEMON Occupation/class:HUNTER/DEMON Social Class:SINGLE FAMILY Mother:LILLITH Relationship with her:BAD Father:LUCIFER Relationship with him:SURPRISING GOOD Siblings:N/A BACKGROUND Hometown:HELL Type of childhood:BAD First memory:N/A Education:HIGH SCHOOL DROP OUT Religion:N/A Finances:LOADS APPEARANCE Age:100 Eye color:RED Glasses or contacts :N/A Style:DEMONIC Weight:80LBS Height:4FT Typ of body/build:PETITE Skin tone:PALE Skin type :SOFT Shape of face:ROUND Distinguishing marks:HORNS, WINGS AND TAIL Predominant feature :LONG TONGUE Looks like:PICTURE FAVORITES Favorite color:BLACK Least Favorite color:WHITE Favorite music:DEPENDS Least favorite music:COUNTRY Food:LEMONS Literature :NOVEL Expression :HORNY Expletives:? Mode of transportation :MOTORCYCLE Daredevil or Cautious ?:DAREDEVIL Are they the same when alone?:NO HABITS Good habits:CLEANING Bad habits:BITING Hobbies :READING #CuratorReview
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