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Character Creation / I BREAK EVERYTHING I TOUCH - Lillith Archembeau
« Last post by Lillith on November 25, 2021, 08:56:48 PM »
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The Badlands / Re: I am the light - open
« Last post by Salem on November 25, 2021, 08:38:03 PM »
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SALEM
ENTRY #01
8.15.16
BL ENFORCER
Elisa... Salem whipped her head towards where the voice was coming from. Why was it always him? Why was the universe shoving them together whenever it could? Was this some sort of sick torture? What did she do to deserve this?

Salem tried to seem nonchalant as she turned fully towards teddy. Her hand that held the cookies, however, was shaking. Teddy was rambling about an Enforcer who had broken the rules...broken the illusion of paradise.

Salem needed to not make this about her. She couldn't think about how he would react if he found out about the pregnancy, how he'd throw her into the dog-eat-dog world he was describing. For once, she needed to focus on Teddy's words: he needed to remain clueless about her feelings.

Once he had finished off his spiel, Salem slowly nodded, though she still couldn't make eye contact with him, instead gazing at a point off in the distance. "Maybe he deserves it, I suppose," she cleared her throat before continuing, "since...since he's taking advantage of you."
VITALS
> overall status: 100%

> physical status: stable.
> physical health: 100%
> physical afflictions: none yet.
> minor injuries: none yet.
> major injuries: none yet.

> mental status: stable.
> current status: stable.
> mental health: 100%
> mental illnesses: None
> mental damage: None
TAGS
━ ━xGENERAL
> Elisa Barone | "Salem"
> Female
> 24
━ ━xAPPEARANCE
>Human
> Dark brown hair that varies in shade, pale, blue green eyes.
> Carries at least 2 cigars at a time, a small handgun, and a small switchblade.
> tall, lanky and a bit awkward physically.
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━ ━xABILITIES
> N/A
> N/A
━ ━xCONFRONTATION
> medium physically | easy/medium mentally
> non-violent power-play allowed
> no kill | request maim/capture
> ask to attack in bolded, underlined and italicized black
━ ━xRELATIONSHIPS
> Lionel King x Melissa Barone
> UNBORN CHILD
> Half brother Rafe
> Half niece Gigi
> Cat Chrisanthymum "Chrissy"
>Bisexual | no crush
>
━ ━xOTHER
> this text + this color = this meaning
I'VE COME TOO FAR TO SEE THE END NOW
━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ even if my way is wrong
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The Badlands / Re: I am the light - open
« Last post by TEDDY. on November 24, 2021, 11:13:35 AM »
Naming babies was never a thought that had crossed Teddy’s mind.

Fatherless and proud, Theodore was rather fortunate in the way he hadn’t managed to get anybody pregnant as of yet, to his knowledge at least. Why even entertain the thought unless it affected him personally? Only then would he try to care. Micah landed with a wife and two kids, the third well on its way — whilst Teddy was besotted with his nephews, that didn’t make him paternal by any stretch of the imagination. Settling down had never even been something that had occupied his mind at all. As far as he was concerned, he was many things; a bon vivant, a diplomat, a libertine, but he was certainly not a father.

As if Salem’s day could not get any worse, Teddy had been the first to hear her voice call out across the street. His curiosity often led Teddy to places he wouldn’t have considered otherwise. Admittedly, he had been more fixated on heading to the outskirts of the city to check up on an Enforcer Teddy was certain had been slacking as of late. Despite Teddy’s outwardly blasé approach to life, he was a different man when exposed to a hurdle in his path of success. People knew what Teddy did to people who’d push him too far — complacency would get people killed, complacency didn’t keep these four walls around everybody living in this idyllic paradise. Because all of that was a mirage, even one that Teddy chose to indulge in for most of his days. But, ultimately, he still had one sole job to do, and that was to ensure everyone did their jobs so that The Badlands would never falter or fall.

But his ever-growing aggravation could always wait a moment whilst he could talk to one of his ❛ sweet spots ❜. Elisa... Elisa, you dream. ❞ Teddy seemed so naturally laid-back as he sauntered over, plucking a cookie from the tray before lifting it up for Salem to see. ❝ This is exactly what I needed on a day like this. ❞ He took a bite, humming with satisfaction before wagging a finger Salem’s way. ❝ It’s the little things, right? The little things that make ya day. ❞ Teddy was quiet for a moment, deep in thought regarding his next endeavour, before he turned to Salem.

❝ I think I treat all of you well; do you think I treat ya well? Because some people like to think otherwise. They like to take advantage of the fact that I do nice things for y’all. And it’s annoying — really fucking annoyin’ — and there’s this guy. God, just beggin’ for a bruisin’. But I don’t wanna do it, because I treat y’all good just like y’all treat me good. Like, with these cookies. Amazing, by the way. ❞ 

Perhaps Teddy was talking more to himself than to Salem, solely to gather any kind of validation for the heinous thing he was about to go and do. An explanation. An excuse. ❝ What I’m tryna say here is… if he don’t treat me good, do I owe it to him to treat him good? It’s supposed to be a two-way street, yeah? Does this Badlander deserve my kindness if he’s spending his time doing nothing for any of us? It's a dog-eat-dog world out there, but I gave y'all a place where you'll never have to worry 'bout that. Maybe some people just need a little reminding sometimes. ❞ Maybe Teddy did value Salem's advice. Their relationship had always been a rocky one.
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First-Time Ads / Shadows Over Pern
« Last post by Rosebud on November 22, 2021, 10:37:17 AM »


shadowsoverpern.jcink.net



You have to understand, you have to believe me! We did everything we could, we never thought this would happen!

We didn't think it could.

We didn't think anything of Between, it was a place to travel through, nothing of substance, nothing to worry about. It was normal for pairs to disappear Between; you lose your way and don't make it out the other side. We never knew we were being… hunted.

It started with more Betweenings. And not just weyrlings, but older pairs. 'Distracted' we thought. Then the senior Gold of our weyr never came back from Between… she was well trained, had done the jump for decades, there was NOTHING to distract her… but she was gone. Then… whers… whers cannot Between, but Handlers were beginning to report their whers being 'dragged', the feeling of impermeable cold, and suddenly… they were just gone.

We should have known then, but it still took us Turns, Turns of more disappearances, and then… We had begun to limit Betweening, using it only under extreme duress. The rumors of those we had lost beginning to Reappear. But twisted, grey, showing up only at the corner of your eye before they were gone again.

Come to find out Between is not just a place between places, it is cold, dark, lifeless and yet not. The force of Between empowers its own dark creations, twisted, grotesque, life-stealing creatures that were once our friends, our family.

Then The Queen returned, and war was called. Some quirk of creation meant she retained some semblance of intelligence, and in her Hive stirrings of Need grew. The Betweenlings were no longer content with fighting over scraps of life tossed to them, they needed more and under her rule, they could take it. In a fortnight they'd devoured old Igen Weyr, the riders and handlers there nothing to the Betweenling's might and hunger, their lifeforce fueling their ability to stay in our world, and their bodies now fodder to become Betweenlings themselves.

We gave them names even as we learned to fight them. Night is when they are strongest, and they fear fire and flames. We don't understand why, but their attacks come in waves… Starting small, forays into our world to seek out their places of attack, cresting in a grand crescendo over a month long period, before they return Between with their spoils. Perhaps they can only remain in our world so long?

So far we've begun to make our strongholds, and it has been two Turns like this. Our numbers dwindle, and even with our best and brightest doing anything they can to bolster the ranks of our dragons and whers, creating flame-based weapons for riders and handlers and common folk alike, we can't stop every attack.

We beg of you... Help us...

-Multiple new ranks and pet species!
-Introduction of unique dragonkin abilities!
-Fun and fast paced battle system!
-Monthly contests and events!
-LGBTQ welcome! This extends to dragonkin!
-Frequent and consistent plots.
-Player run/staff-assisted Hatchings!
-Multiple high-ranking openings!

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The Badlands / Re: SHADES OF COOL — OPEN.
« Last post by Salem on November 21, 2021, 10:59:42 PM »
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SALEM
ENTRY #01
8.15.16
BL ENFORCER
//cw elusions to s*x

It was the perfect storm.


Salem was too anxious about herself to notice Teddy's withdrawn energy. Throughout the entire pregnancy, she had made it a goal to stay away from him. She couldn't let herself get attached, not when it could risk the mental health of her child later on.

On some level, she knew what she was doing. Approaching him, wide eyed, brow knit. She had caved into the impulse that had been plaguing her since she started thinking of baby names. She had settled on November for a girl, and she hated to admit it, but she needed the child's father's advice for a boys name.

"Teddy," she cast a glance to Axel. She didn't care what he heard or thought at this point. "What do-what do I name it...if it's a boy?" She bit her lip, so clearly feeling how close she was to saying the word we. They aren't a unit, have never been, and would never be. Teddy was, in some capacity, with Tatiana now. But still...she still needed help.

She didn't mean just naming help: she had started to realize over the past few weeks that she had never even seen an newborn in the flesh, never mind interacted with one. Salem told herself she was asking Teddy because he had experience as an uncle, and was the closest thing she had to a friend. And friends helped each other out, right?

She tried to reassure herself of this as she went on, her face turning more and more red as she spoke. "I don't think I can do this alone, Teddy. I don't even know where to begin," she closed her eyes, not bearing to look at him. She had never done anything like this before. "Can you please...help me out a little bit? I need someone with experience with children." She tried to keep the tremor out of her voice as she spoke. She needed him. She would never say it - hell, she didn't even consciously acknowledge it - but she wanted him to be in this child's life. Whenever the thought came up, she rationalized that it was because he was the leader, and that he had experience with kids. She knew there was no way she would want to spend her life with him had she not gotten pregnant, nor would she ever want to be with him physically again...but there was some part of her that she just couldn't deny.

Some part that just knew she loved him. 
VITALS
> overall status: 100%

> physical status: stable.
> physical health: 100%
> physical afflictions: none yet.
> minor injuries: none yet.
> major injuries: none yet.

> mental status: stable.
> current status: stable.
> mental health: 100%
> mental illnesses: None
> mental damage: None
TAGS
━ ━xGENERAL
> Elisa Barone | "Salem"
> Female
> 24
━ ━xAPPEARANCE
>Human
> Dark brown hair that varies in shade, pale, blue green eyes.
> Carries at least 2 cigars at a time, a small handgun, and a small switchblade.
> tall, lanky and a bit awkward physically.
>
━ ━xABILITIES
> N/A
> N/A
━ ━xCONFRONTATION
> medium physically | easy/medium mentally
> non-violent power-play allowed
> no kill | request maim/capture
> ask to attack in bolded, underlined and italicized black
━ ━xRELATIONSHIPS
> Lionel King x Melissa Barone
> UNBORN CHILD
> Half brother Rafe
> Half niece Gigi
> Cat Chrisanthymum "Chrissy"
>Bisexual | no crush
>
━ ━xOTHER
> this text + this color = this meaning
I'VE COME TOO FAR TO SEE THE END NOW
━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ even if my way is wrong
a small everyone. | beware hidden scrolling
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The Badlands / Re: SHADES OF COOL — OPEN.
« Last post by AXEL B. on November 21, 2021, 01:35:50 PM »
leave this here run your morning bath in seafoam ♡
//tw for abuse mention, parental death/murder

Axel thought he looked up to his father. He had to have someone to look up to. His mother, bless her heart, never remained involved throughout his childhood, she was when he was first born; his first two years were two of the best ones in his life. He was their only son, he was their love of their life- but then Ves was born. Nothing had changed immediately, they were still a happy family. Ves' albinism took a hit on their father's ego, but he didn't take it out on the boy. Henry would talk to Pheobe frequently, express his concerns about the way his baby boy looked. Axel didn't understand what was so wrong with his younger brother.

Chris was born, two years later, and things started to become downhill, especially after Chris' death. "Why couldn't you just be normal?" He'd scream at the middle child. "Why do you need to look like that!?"

His father's death was both the most relieving thing, but also the most stressful thing the brothers had to bare. Ves had no idea what to do. His dad's body at the bottom of the steps, Ves' hands shaking as he stood at the top. The fire starting in the living room. Ves hardly could remember that night. Axel remembered it vividly. The two had never seen their mother since that night. The fire was so great, he was shocked to see the house still standing when he passed by it.

Axel spotted Teddy, saw the constant expression change when he passed by the other people on the beach. His own face contorted into a frown and he headed over towards the other man- he figured that maybe, just maybe, he could talk to the man. He could help him with something that bothered him. He'd be able to be on the man's good side, and that was more than enough for the oldest Bielschmidt son.

By now, he had a slight stubble growing on his chin. He'd have to shave it off before it got any worse. He looked too much like his father with facial hair, he found out the hard way. Ves was terrified of him. He never talked to him until Axel shaved it off, and as the older brother stood in front of the mirror, he could see his own father's face staring back at him. He was practically a spitting image. Axel cut himself shaving, not caring once about being careful. He wanted the facial hair off. He hated his father with all his might, the spite of becoming a better man than him was so strong, it overtook him.

"Hey, Theodore." Axel forced himself to greet the leader, hiding his shaking hands in his pocket.

Authority terrified him.

"speech"


acrylic

Spoiler: //tags — updated ;; 09/01/21 • show

general
> axel bielschmidt ;; ax, bee
> male;; he/him
> 29 years ;; ages real time ;; march 5th
> former los santos member

physical
> physical health ;; 100%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; n/a

appearance
> short, greying blonde hair ; bright blue eyes ; very stocky and muscular ; 6'3" ; 260 lbs
> no body modifications
> usually a grey or yellow sweater ; blue v-neck or light grey crew neck ; khakis ; saddle shoes
> pocket money ; band-aids ; basically a whole first aid kit
> important things to note ;; two scars on his head from cutaneous horns that he had removed

personality
> very warm; level headed ; easily trusted, though guarded on some subjects, very trustworthy ; rule-follower ; parental figure ; love not fighter ; stubborn
> anxiety
> plays with hair

relationships
> pheobe bielschmidt x henry bielschmidt ;; pheobe - m.i.a ; henry - deceased
     > henry passed in freak accident
     > pheobe went missing at scene of the crime
> ves bielschmidt ; chris bielschmidt ;; ves - alive ; chris - deceased
     > chris passed away due to an illness
> bisexual/demisexual ; biromantic
> no known crushes

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | medium physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is coloured
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
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Creative Center / Re: goodnight moon ┊aesthetic storage
« Last post by RAVEN. on November 20, 2021, 02:53:35 PM »
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they say such a shame, i turned out this way - a maniac
well, yeah i get manic when i cause a panic
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Creative Center / Re: goodnight moon ┊aesthetic storage
« Last post by ROSIE on November 20, 2021, 02:35:49 PM »
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paranoia slippin' in , checkin' all the locks again
it's so loud inside my head
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Flintlock Lodge / Re: wishing you godspeed, glory. | hunting; open intro. | cass.
« Last post by caswell on November 19, 2021, 02:21:23 PM »
JUDE "CASS" CASWELL
"speech." thought. attack. normal.
     Cass never made the effort to get to know the people in his faction all that well—sure, he knew some by name, others by face, and others still by skill, but he seldom cared to get chummy with anyone. What was the point? It wasn't as if he'd get anywhere asking so-and-so what their favorite color was. His sister was the charming, friendly one, not him; she could do the socializing for him. He was fine with that.

     Despite that, he obviously recognized Flintlock's very own Captain; if he didn't, it'd be his neck on the chopping block, wouldn't it? Their eyes catching on each other, Cass flicked his gaze away to the side out of respect (however weird it was doing it for someone who was obviously younger than him, but in terms of hierarchy, he couldn't really opt out of it, even if Edmund might've not known the custom) and gave his own little nod of acknowledgement, though his was a bit shallower. "'Morning."

     He paused, shifting his stance slightly to better project. He wasn't exactly sure what kind of man Edmund was just yet, nor how he should properly address him. He didn't seem the type to be overly open or warm upon first meeting—all the better for Cass, as he wasn't that kind of person, either—but he didn't appear to be some cruel monster intent on making things harder for everyone, either. If he had leaned towards one or the other extreme, he'd be easier for Cass to interact with, he mentally complained, but he couldn't change how people behaved. Edmund was probably just some normal guy, as far as what "normal" meant nowadays. Cass shrugged slightly, hands still tucked in his pockets. "If you'd like. Just checking traps to start. I can do it by myself, if you want to stay out of the forest."

     His eyes shifted to Edmund's rifle, though, nodding his chin slightly at the weapon. He didn't keep a gun, unlike many of the hunters. Ronan had quick hands and sticky fingers and a clever mind that liked to wander and get into trouble with a soul that liked to snoop, so he thought it for the best to borrow one for certain occasions instead of keeping one at home. He did well enough making traps and foraging for wild plants, and could kill bigger game by getting them to eat out of the palm of his hand and bringing out his hunting knife when it counted. Guns made a lot of noise, anyway, and tended to scare away other animals, but he couldn't deny the fact that they could be handy when used right. "Could be some good help with that gun, though. But I'm sure you have better things to do."
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Flintlock Lodge / Re: wishing you godspeed, glory. | hunting; open intro. | cass.
« Last post by EDMUND. on November 19, 2021, 01:07:31 PM »
tw. mercy killing, mention of death

It had been a year.

A year since Victor had been laid to rest by the hands of Edmund. A mercy killing, he would relentlessly remind himself, otherwise he would be driven to the brink of madness with the remorse he felt. He simply could not define the state that he had been in following Victor’s death. That had been his best friend. Edmund had been in mourning the time that Cass and Ronan had come along, exacerbating Edmund’s general cold and less than forthcoming nature. The problem was that Eddie loved too much but never showed it enough. He cared but his protectiveness was veiled with a coolness that naturally pushed people away.

Sometimes people would understand.

Alone, Edmund would wake up each morning at the crack of dawn, guided by the warm hues of sunlight filtering across his bedroom. Oftentimes, Eddie still had a couple of hours before his two children would wake up and the responsibility of carrying the lodge on his shoulders would begin. It was an exhausting cycle. Everyday, he’d wake up heavier than the sum of all his parts. He could shift, toss and turn in his sleep, restless and perturbed, but it would never help. If he could sleep a couple of hours longer, then maybe he would wake up and feel like a different man. But it would never happen. Edmund was obliged to wake up in the early hours, because it was the only fragment of peace he could cherish before becoming overcome with responsibility once more. Before he would have to face the next day with a calm indifference to the world around him.

Had Edmund and Cass gotten off on the wrong foot? Not at all — instead perhaps they hadn’t gotten off on any foot at all. It was the curse of Edmund Stirling; he may reign as the long-lived Captain of Flintlock Lodge, but it never made him fit to be hospitable at the best of times. Instead, he was often monotonous, some even labelled him shy in the company of others. Maybe he was somewhat, or maybe he favoured being a silent observer in his own life. His father had beaten that into Edmund enough times; emotional restraint was a man’s greatest power. But, more than anything, it caused Eddie to unintentionally keep everyone at arm’s length. He drove people away and he could try and blame it on his father all he could, but that was all on him.

Edmund would try to be the father that his own father could never be.

Returning from a lonesome morning patrol, Edmund shrugged the strap of his rifle further up on his shoulder as he searched for something else to get on with before the majority of the lodge would rise from their slumber. Nearby, Cass had stopped nearby, Edmund meeting his gaze before hesitating in one spot. Out to go hunting again, Edmund imagined. He ought to admit that Cass seemed to be a fine hunter, often bringing plenty of food to the table if he remembered correctly. ❝ Hey. ❞ Edmund greeted softly with a polite tip of his head, pausing for a moment longer before wandering over. ❝ Need an extra hand? I was just about to head back to the lodge to find something else to do. ❞
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