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Thread: Anarchy's Muse  (Casket & Darkest fate)

There's snow in here? asked Roxy, grinning at the thought. She'd been instructed to lay off anything stronger than the copious amounts of weed she had tucked away in her leather jacket. It supposedly would mess with her medication and all. Still, very tempting to start getting some out just for shits and giggles. For now, Roxy just settled in, sinking back into the seat and again looking as if she were more than ready to simply melt into the cushion below. And since Angel was far more interested in her own needs, that left Skye to look for something to get Blackie up and moving. The blue-haired girl muttered under her breath as she sorted through the contents of the limo's backseat. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the female twin rubbing at herself, obviously unable to control herself for more than a few minutes. The guitarist was alternating between slipping looks at the action and sort of lackadaisically looking about, likely trying to locate some of the alcohol or blow for herself. The question had Skye rolling her eyes. She moved fully off the couch, and further away from her bandmates, sliding toward a mini-fridge that had been tucked into the back. Bitch, came out of Roxy at the slur, but she grinned all the while. A hand went up, two fingers spread in a V. A studded tongue flickered between them, rapidly fluttering up and down for a few seconds before Roxy chuckled and settled back, yawning wide enough to hint that Blackie might not be the only one nodding off soon. she began patting herself down, checking to see what she had on hand. Skye found some iced coffee tucked into the fridge among some booze, likely to mix in with something with more kick. The blue-haired singer smiled and scooted back. Leaning over, she put the bottle right between Blackie's legs. Got some coffee for ya, she said, already grinning. Roxy was already snorting on the other side.
Thread: Anarchy's Muse  (Casket & Darkest fate)

Blackie seemed to spring to life at the feeling of the iced coffee being slipped between his legs, his head shot up and peered at Skye with her hand outstretched toward his crotch. His own arm reached out and snatched Skye by the wrist, Hey now baby, don't go running off so quickly, you reach between a man's legs and he's gonna expect more than a cold coffee. Blackie said with a smile on his face and Skye's surprised face reflecting in his blacked out shades. Angel peer over and saw the look on her brother's face, he was always so fucking horny after a good shot of dope and although she was incredibly turned on herself she'd seen Roxy's head dip to the crook of her hand and assumed the girl had some of the aforementioned coke. Although not terribly fond of Roxy, Angel was awfully fond of cocaine. Chinese fire drill! She called out and launched herself passed Skye, pushing the small blue haired girl into the seat that she'd formally inhabited and leaping into the seat next to Roxy. Yes Angel didn't like the thought of her brother heavy breathing all over the new girl, but then again the thought of prissy little Skye getting felt up by her junkie brother was enough to sooth her jealousy. Come on bitch, give me a bump of that shit! Angel said as she leaned close to Roxy. Maybe I'll let you show me those world renowned fingers so you can play a little solo on my clit. Angel said with the devil's grin on her face. Meanwhile Blackie was drunkenly leaning on Skye, his hands doing their best to work there way up her thigh toward the hem of her short dress.
Thread: Anarchy's Muse  (Casket & Darkest fate)

Really, Skye should have expected Blackie to react this way. It wasn't as if the guy hadn't been acting the horndog since this whole mess had begun. For that matter, everyone in the fucking band except for Skye seemed to want to shimmy out of whatever little clothing they happened to have slung on their bodies at the time and hop onto one another for mutual impalement. It just made Skye want to roll her eyes, and she very nearly did so now, as Blackie started teasing and gripping at her. Sure, some part of her was definitely curious, but that part was grossly outweighed by the parts of her that were more focused on being the only voice of semi-reason in this band of lunatics. Unfortunately for Skye, it seemed as if Angel had a sudden change of mind. Before the blue-haired girl could do more than flash that tight bitchy smile and try to pull slightly, most of the passengers in the limo shifted. The moving bodies meant that Skye found herself knocked nearly onto Blackie's lap. Her skirt, which had already risen enough to start showing ivory thigh lost a few more inches. Skye knew that it would only take a bit more to show off the cute pair of panties she'd put on for the meeting, and likely the mostly untrimmed rust colored curls beneath. Skye had no illusions Blackie definitely wanted to get his hands, or at least his fingers, in there, and his sister had just put her in the position to make it fairly easy. Just drink your damn coffee, she insisted, gesturing toward the drink and pulling away. Because I'm definitely not interested. Your dick's probably all oozing and shit anyway, she let out a sigh of disgusted and looked away, though her eyes seemed to be shifting slightly, as if wanting to confirm her slur with those pretty browns. The shifting hadn't really bothered Roxy at all. The Brit had rocked slightly, but mostly kept working at patting herself down. She blinked owlishly as Angel popped down next to her, her grin soon widening to match her bandmate's. Which shit you talkin' 'bout luv? asked Roxy, finally extracting the bag of green from her jacket. Only stuff I got on hand's some primo grade grass. All for medicinal purposes, she winked before turning to look around. I'm bettin' that if the boss were mentionin' somethin' with some zing it's probly 'round here somewheres. Crack really hadn't been Roxy's thing. The girl generally preferred to mellow out as opposed to getting hopped up. Sure, that ran a little counter to the whole image thing, but Roxy went the fuck should I care route about that as well. Still, she wasn't above sharing, particularly if she got to play fi fiddly dee with one of her attractive bandmates. Only problem was that she really didn't know where the hell the snow had been stashed...
Thread: A Werewolf's revenge

Just a lil bump for anyone possibly interested.
Thread: A Werewolf's revenge

Bumping this as the craving is coming back
Thread: A Werewolf's revenge

Just a bump for this plot.
Thread: A Werewolf's revenge

Anybody at all interested?
Thread: Dividing Darkness (Me & AKMM)

It was just after the downfall of Voldemort, everyone which and wizard in the UK and in other small parts of Europe however there were two who were not so happy. Reya Riddle was her name and she happened to be the daughter of the Dark Lord himself. However she was no longer alone but she was in hiding, praying that her father's most loyal supporters would believe that she was dead. Reya was nothing like her so called father, no she happened to be a rather sweet, kind and loving eighteen year old. Though she was powerful and her familiar was a snake, she happened to support the famous Harry Potter and what he stood for, in fact she believed that she owed him her life, which was somewhat true. At this moment in time however she had just managed to get to number 12 Grimmauld place where she was hiding away with an injured friend and old teacher of her's. Severus Snape had not died from Nagini's venomous bites. No, Reya had managed to stop some of the bleeding and applied an antidote to him. She was pretty much alone since Snape had been asleep for a few days tops, she was not sure how she had managed to get him around. Though thanks to a bit of help from Hermione she was hidden for the time being. Now she sat in one of the guest bedrooms beside Severus, a cold cloth resting on his forehead, a frown on her face. I brought you something to eat Professor, you have to try. I know its not much but it will have to do. she whispered and brought a soup spoon to his lips. Reya managed to get some down his throat before she put the bowl down. Slowly she pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders and leaned back against the back of the chair she was sitting in. She had been injured herself, she had been blinded in one eye while a long painful gash ran down her spine from where she had been hit by a curse. Luckily it had not been a killing cruse, but the wound was still fresh and was having trouble scabbing over since she could not seek help from hardly anyone. She felt sleep coming to her, slowly pulling away at the back of her mind. She allowed the darkness to enter and she fell fast asleep, leaning forward in her chair. Her head rested on Severus's chest, his heart beat seemed to grow stronger to her, though nightmares were raging through her mind. His warmth was the only thing keeping her from crying out for her mother who had died long ago. Reya would wake a few hours later and stare down at Severus, slowly she would stand to grab more of the antidote that she had made and brought it to his lips and made him swallow it. Come on Professor, hang in there, don't die on me. she whispered into his ear.
Thread: Dividing Darkness (Me & AKMM)

Severus Snape was made out to be someone he wasn't. Ever since he was asked to go into hiding and seek confidence and trust from the dark lord. Snape was also a more caring and nurturing person, nothing like he pretend to be, in order to gain the trust from lord Voldermort. But he was always willing to do everything he could, to save the world which he loved, and more importantly, the child of his first love. Long before the attack he received for the dark lord and Nagini, he had seen something in someone. He knew from the time he spent gaining the dark lord's trust, that his own daughter, Reya, would not turn out to be like him. Her presence when she was around, was different then the presence around her father and any other death eaters. But he had no clue that she would be the one to have saved him from the vicious attacks he received from Nagini. He had already wrote off his life to be done with. Snape had figured long before the attacks he received from Nagini, that he would not be alive to see the fall of the dark lord. During his recovery, he was in and out of it. He wasn't able to pin point the voice he heard and the person that was nurturing him back to health. He knew it was familiar, but was never awake long enough to narrow it down, until now. He could feel the warm soup sliding down the back of his throat, the taste of warm tomatoe soup against his cold lips, caused goose bumps and his hairs to stick up then he quickly drifted back off. He figured it hadn't been much longer after he had tasted the soup when he woke once again, as he still had the taste of the soup in his mouth. This time when he woke, he was able to open his eyes slightly. First just barley, as he was getting adjusted to the light. Opening his eyes and then quuckly closing them, as his vision was still blurry and fuzed. As he continued to blink his eyes and struggle against the light, before finally being able to open his eyes fully and keep them open. Looking around the around, seeing the empty and bare room, before feeling pressure on his stomach. Looking down and seeing the familiar face. Smiling the little that he could, as he pulled her jacket up slightly, to cover more of her shoulders, as the jacket begun to slide down. He was still tired from it all. As he leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes as he begun to slowly drift off to sleep.
Thread: Dividing Darkness (Me & AKMM)

Reya grunted softly as the warm robes where adjusted around her shoulders and she felt her body relax some more. But she would wake up only a few hours later, her wounds throbbing badly as she went about the house getting other tings ready for Severus. She was unsure if she was really awake or not until she pinched herself and shook her head. She cleared her throat and went to wash her pale face and return the room where she would start to spoon feed him chicken soup this time, something she had been able to make from scratch. Her body was aching worse each and every day but she had not the strength to really care for herself. She only managed to bathe a few times, but it hurt when the warm water touched the massive burn that covered her back, not to mention the bite mark to her shoulder and the strange stab wound to her thigh. She had kept herself bandaged up the best she could, but her wounds would seep now and again. She gently woke him, the room was dim and not might light in it other than a few candles. Easy Professor, don't eat it to fast. she whispered softly to him. She held his head up and kept spoon feeding him until the soup was done. She would then adjust his blankets and slump weakly into the chair beside his bed once more. I am so thankful you survived, I thought you wouldn't but your so much stronger now. she muttered more to herself than him. Silently a snake slithered up her arm and wrapped around her wrist. Her blinded eye was covered by a bandage while the other wounds where as tightly bond as she could keep them. The snake hissed something to her, she replied back to it in the same tongue her father had spoken. Her head shook and the snake slipped from her, dropped to the floor and vanished from sigh. Good new, he said that the Death Eaters have no clue where I am but they still are looking. Lucius has brought the others back together and is determined for me to gain power once more. she said to Severus. Its rather silly isn't it, the Dark Lord' daughter...I am not anywhere as powerful than him. I can hardly keep myself together or handle much of this pain my Father put me through. she coughed before she backed away and stood up. She held her shoulder coughing harder and harder, her back turned to him as she wiped blood from her hand onto a spare scrap of cloth she had in her pocket. Shivering badly again she pulled her ripped ropes tighter around her while she had given Severus all the blankets. She owed him her life really, he had done so much for her. However he would be able to see something was wrong with her and it was getting worse.
Thread: Dividing Darkness (Me & AKMM)

As she woke him up completely, he sat up against the headboard of the bed, using for pillows for some support. As she spoon feed him a few taste of the chicken soup, he pushed the next one away. That's good, I'm not really hungry as of now. As he was still slightly naustedand dizzy, which he believed to just be side effects of the medications and potions she used to bring him back to health. He sat there and watched as the snake at slithered in and then back out. Watching closely as she spoke to him.Well as long as we stay cut off from the others we should be fine. We would just have to find a way to stock up on some supplies or have someone to be able to deliver us what we need. We csn use owls, they will be able to back track use from any owl we use. We will have to be smart and careful about this. And you a real much stronger than your father was at your age. As he sat back and watched her struggling with the bandages and wounds she had. As she had patched her self up, and did the best she could. Here come closer and let me take a look at your wounds. The bandage job you did isn't holding up. As he scooted closer to the edge of the bed, in order to get a better angle and view of her back and thigh wounds. After he had scooted to the edge of the bed, he was able to look down and now see just how bad her thigh wound was. If had already begun to seek through the bandage and then slightly through her pants. He could see the blood spot growing slowly on her pants. You need to let me wrap that better for you, or its just going to keep seeping through. As he leaned over, twisting his body, as he grabbed the gauze and bandages that were on the bed side table. There wasn't much left, but he knew he would have to make it work.Go ahead and get some warm water and a rag for me. We are going to clean this up and get you taken care of now. As he turned and looked around the room, Oh and grab that old bed sheet over there and a knife as well. We need to make a tourniquet, to keep pressure on the gauze and to stop the bleeding.
Thread: Dividing Darkness (Me & AKMM)

I already thought out how to get supplies delivered to us and how to contact people. she said to him before she raised her brow slightly shocked when he began to order her about. She sat there on the edge of the bed allowing him to stare her wounds over that she had not really covered, she frowned when he said basically it was his turn to look after her. Please Professor, don't push yourself too much. You might fall from the bed or hurt yourself. she said a worried look on her face. She then stared down at her thigh wound and let out a sigh, slowly she nodded and stood getting everything he has asked her before she returned to the bedroom and sat down on the bed beside Severus, she coughed again as blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. How can I be as strong as my Father when my body is about to give up on me? she said trying to lighten the mood. Flushing a bit she remembered he would have to see her mostly naked to deal with her wounds. However she pushed thoughts out of her mind and pulled her robes off, dropped her pants and pulled her shirt up and off her head. She stood their in her bra and boy short underwear. She slowly moved upon the bed and lay down slightly, but she slowly turned to show the massive burn on her back to him. You have my father to thank for that. Its a bit better after I put some salve on it that I had made. she replied and dropped a container onto his lap from her hand. Fenrir Greyback bit me as well, the stab like wound is from...Minerva I think but that was meant for Bellatrix. she whispered weakly. Remus and Sirius where the first ones to get me out of there before the Death Eaters returned but I refused to let them help me. I was by your side as soon as I could get there. Thanks to the first antidote I gave you...your life was a bit further away from death. she said before trembling. Harry and the others refused to let me leave on my own with you. They made me stay here and come by to give me supplies when they can. Harry can be rather bossy, but he says he owes me a debt, though I do not understand why. Reya said before coughing again and she wiped blood from her lips. I am glad you made it though, losing the only one who really cared for me...would have made me lose hope. she said timidly and she winced when he began to work on her wounds.
Thread: Serve and Protect (captain levi and Vyrania)

Jamie frowned at the twig in his hand. He had whittled it down to a mere sliver, making it useless as entertainment. Okay, so it hadn't really been entertainment to begin with, but it had been something to do with his nervous hands. He checked the time on his barely servicable flip phone for what felt like the hundredth time. It was 1 AM, meaning the club would close in the next hour and this spot would also be useless to him. He'd been listening to the music from inside the club for three hours already, or rather he'd been listening to the bass beat of the music. An entire drum line had taken up the cadence in his head, and the red glow from the neon sign above him that read Lacey's was not helping. Okay, so it read La ey's at the moment, but he was sure the owner couldn't be careless enough to let the bulbs sit dark forever... right? Jamie pocketed his phone, sighed, and settled himself against the dingy brick wall at his back. Oh, he was sure the red light illuminating him made for an appealing sight, and it helpfully disguised how faded and threadbare his clothes were. By the time a potential client noticed, they would have already made the not-quite-legal decision to hire him old clothing wasn't going to change their mind at that point unless he got some really snooty client... which probably wasn't going to happen in this part of town. That was, if he got a client at all tonight. His stomach was churning, and not simply because he was hungry. Rent was due in three days and he was two hundred short. He didn't even want to think of the rest of the bills right now. If he made rent, he could deal with the electricity problem later. Jamie was yanked out of his thoughts when someone came stumbling out of the club - a man slightly into his thirties and all the way in the bag. Inwardly, Jamie groaned, but outwardly, he put on his best seductive little grin and motioned toward the man to get his attention. The response was horribly slow. Hey there. Looking for something to top off your night? The man put a hand on the hood of a nearby car to steady himself. You go'ny weed? Jamie's inner voice grew louder. Women standing outside of seedy bars were prostitutes, but men were apparently drug dealers. What a dumb thing to cry sexism about, but still! No weed, I'm afraid, but I could still give you a good time. He absently put the tip of his picking between his lips to try and drive the point home. The guy stared at him blankly, then shrugged. Naw, I don' touch the other shtuff. And with that, he wandered off, leaving Jamie to wonder exactly where he was going and how he would get there. Well, it wasn't his problem. He had enough of those already. He reached up to brush his bangs out of his eyes and stare off into space, waiting and hoping...
Thread: Serve and Protect (captain levi and Vyrania)

td wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww tdtd Lacey's. For cops that were looking to write off their daily quota of ticket stubs before the deadline, shady bars such as Lacey's was a hot spot teeming with all types of misbehaving characters. Only a few law-abiding citizens were there for a drink or two the rest Raiden knew were breaking a rule in some way, shape, or form. It was an uneventful Thursday evening and Raiden knew that he'd only find some intoxicated man stumbling to his car if he was lucky, perhaps a scandalously clad woman or two denying that they were prostitutes. For these scenarios, it often helped to go undercover in casual attire, although Raiden stuck out like a sore thumb with his prim and proper clothing. He looked like a god among men, cerulean eyes piercing the thinning crowd of sleazy, drunken individuals. Most would guess he was a professor of some sort, an affluent businessman, perhaps, but none would have assumed the man was a police officer. He was too social despite his standoffish attire, charming strangers with both his endearing manners and boyish features. No one would have speculated that he was a day over twenty with a youthful exuberance to his face that rivaled even Benjamin Button, but in reality the man was twenty-eight and had strands of gray hairs to show for his age and experience in a labor-intensive field of work. He stood outside of the club for half an hour, glancing at his Rolex as if he was waiting for a date. It stalled him some time to observe the questionable individuals that left and entered the bar, all without surrendering his true identity. But not even a single exchange of drugs nor an act of violence under the influence happened that night for Raiden to fine, and he was becoming impatient. Jamie caught his eye soon enough. For one, the young male was far more attractive than any of the women he had seen entering and leaving the bar, and two, the confrontation between said male and a potential client was impossible for him to miss. Well, Raiden hadn't encountered many male prostitutes in this particular area of the town as they were far more elusive, but he couldn't be picky with his criminals. Excuse me, he casually fished for the other male's attention, a hand sneakily turning off his watch. Do you know what time it is? My watch and cellphone both died. All he needed now was for Jamie to offer him the same proposal he had to the other man. Surely, he was a better catch? td