#ayden foster

[nickmarini]

Ayden’s Build 

TL;DR: Barbarian 1, Druid  2 (Circle of the Stars), Paladin 8 (Oath of the Ancients), and Cleric 9 (Peace Domain). Feats: Squire of Solamnia, Remarkable Recovery, Warcaster, Knight of Crowns, Spelldriver, Tough.

Building Ayden was a joy and a journey. To begin we were told we had 20 levels to work with and stats of 20 across the board. The only thing I knew about Ayden from the session 0 was that he was going to be a Cleric of the Everlight and that I wanted to make him the best support character I could. I also knew that the Dawnfather was aware of the mission briefing and so would have directed his growth to the task at hand. 

Stats of 20 meant multiclassing into any class was possible and that any ability score based bonuses or proficiency based abilities were going to be very good. I figured that with a warlock and a sorcerer we’d have some pretty good counterspelling and 9th level spell access, so I didn’t worry myself about either of those, instead focusing on making sure we all survived. 

The Dawnfather and The Everlight share 2 of 3 Domains. Life and Light. The Everlight’s 3rd domain is Peace. The Peace Domain cleric is an excellent subclass and its 6th level ability, Protective Bond, was something I knew I wanted to build around. The ability to take hits for, and aid, my siblings while teleporting around the battlefield is an excellent support ability and it also lets allies in the bond do the same, fostering sibling unity and cohesion.

With the Dawnfather having Nature as his unique domain separate from the Everlight, and literally sending himself to Exandria to infiltrate a city full of the greatest mages of the age, the Oath of Ancients Paladin seemed like an obvious path. It is the nature Paladin, (his domain) and 7 levels gives you both Aura of Protection and Aura of Warding. This means as Ayden moves through the battlefield with Protective Bond he will be granting allies +5 to saves from his cha as well as resistance to damage from spells. Incredibly good going up against the wizards of Aeor he knew he would encounter. I didn’t want to go to 10 with Paladin because I didn’t want to be immune to frightened. I just felt that fear played too large a role in the reasons the gods were here and although aura of courage is probably my favorite ability going back to 3rd edition, I felt like it wasn’t right for Ayden. He had to fear in order to reinforce his need to hope. 

These two classes were set relatively quickly and then I began looking at how else I was going to build him out. 

I really liked the idea of being able to grant my allies some extra attacks and so I was looking at battle master to get commanders strike and goading attack as well as maneuvering attack to help take hits for and position my allies. Action Surge is also a great ability that could really come in handy if I needed to save someone and needed one extra action to do so. 

I was also looking at the 2nd level Divination Wizard ability Portent. The ability to fully dictate 2 rolls is very powerful in certain circumstances, especially if the numbers are very high or very low.

Both these seemed good but weren’t feeling totally right from a character perspective. They felt too forced.

As I was playing around with these two classes I was also building Aydens backstory. I really liked the idea of him being agriculturally focused, as this aspect of the Dawnfather is actually his youngest. Sun begets days, and thus time and seasons, and as civilization evolves agriculture follows. The fighter levels lent the idea that he has spent some time training under a knight or some such warrior, and I knew that he would eventually find his way to Trist to begin his tutelage and become her cleric. I liked there being these different eras of his life. 

It was around this time that I got an awesome email asking me to describe Ayden visually so that the incredibly talented Hannah Friederichs and Cael Lyons could begin to bring Ayden and the Dawnfather to life. I wanted Ayden to be a simply dressed with a shield he took from his mentor, but no sword for striking. They sent 4 sketches and told me I could mix and match as I desired. Image #1 however was exactly as I had envisioned him. It was the simplest and had this depth to his eyes that told the story of a much older soul in this 15 year old body. It was so perfect that it made me realize I had been going in the totally wrong direction with fighter and wizard. The concepts of nature and agriculture were suddenly staring me in the face. It was not wizard, but druid, and his mentor could have taught him to be a paladin as easily as fighter, but if he is the bringer of agriculture who has he brought it to? A remote tribe still hunting and gathering was the answer. Barbarian therefore replaced fighter. I can’t tell you how influential the sketch I received was. It felt like a bolt of lightning suddenly clarified everything. 

I was for sure cleric 6, Paladin 7 and now looking at druid and barbarian. 

I didn’t know Druid subclasses very well but Circle of the Stars jumped out from the pack just with its name. The Sun after all is a star. When I read its 2nd level abilities Starmap and Starry form it was so obvious. I can cast Guiding Bolt to set up those attacks I wanted to grant, and I can glow instead of wild shape and either heal more or have a massive bonus to maintain the concentration spells I knew I wanted to cast. For the keeper of time to know how to read the stars just felt right. It also feel right that the druids of a tribe that had been hunting and gathering during the tumultuous Calamity would have learned to navigate by the stars, a singular constant in an every changing age. 

Barbarian has a number of interesting subclasses but none felt like they clicked. 1 level of Barbarian though, for a character with 20 dexterity and 20 constitution, catapults your AC to 20 and it also gives you a proficiency in Constitution saving throws if you take it as your first class, again reinforcing those concentration rolls. He was found as a child by this barbarian tribe and his first class is also his first community. Barbarian was the strong foundation I would build upon. 

I was now Cleric 6, Paladin 7, Druid 2, Barbarian 1. Reorganized to be the order Ayden would have taken them in it becomes the following:

Barbarian 1, Druid  2 (Circle of the Stars), Paladin 7 (Oath of the Ancients), and Cleric 6 (Peace Domain)

4 more levels to distribute. As a player who has mostly played 3.5 (I think downfall just about doubled the amount of 5E I have played) feats are my absolute favorite things, so getting to multiples of 4 in class levels to grab some was something I wanted to do (also I didn’t have to worry about ability score increases)! I had already given one feat up by taking barb and druid but I made up for it with the human variant. I also took the Knight of Solamnia background to give me Squire of Solamnia, the prerequisite for Knight of the Crowns which would give me the ability to grant attacks to my allies without needing battle maneuvers. 

So I upped paladin from 7-8 for a feat and then decided to take Cleric from 6-9 because it gave me a feat and access to the spell Dawn. I mean the Dawnfather should be able to cast Dawn after all! 

Now to feats

1) Background: Squire of Solamnia to give me the prerequisite for Knight of the Crowns

2) Human Variant: Remarkable Recovery. I knew I’d be taking extra damage so having 5 extra hp from any healing I get might just be the difference. It also plays into his background. He had to leave the Barbarian tribe he brought agriculture to because his skin could not retain the ceremonial tattoo ink that would have symbolized his initiation into the community. 

3) Cleric 4 Warcaster to get advantage on those concentration checks, that along with proficiency and starry form of the dragon means I need to take 28 damage (56 if it’s a spell) to even have to roll, and when I do I get advantage and proficiency on the check. Getting me to lose concentration is gonna be a task. 

4) Paladin 4 Knight of the Crown getting to grant an attack proficiency times per day combos wonderfully with Starmaps free guiding bolt, conveniently also proficiency times per day. 

5) Cleric 8 Spelldriver I’m gonna be casting a bunch of spells so the ability to cast multiple each turn is going to make my support spells come out much faster. I have a big fam to take care of!

6) Paladin 8 Tough I really went back and forth between this and Inspiring Leader. Granting all my siblings 25 temp hp is amazing but ultimately I decided that as I’d be tanking a bunch of damage I’d need toughness. Toughness gave me 15 more hp than Inspiring leader would have, and I ended up going down to 14 at one point so it was a decision that very much paid off by a single HP! Don’t wanna pop a deathward if you can help it!

Last but not least we were granted 2 magic items. One very rare and one uncommon. For my uncommon I chose a cloak of resistance, a parting gift from the tribe that Ayden could not join. This upped my saves to 11s or 17s and took my AC to 23. For his very rare magic item I took a spellguard shield, inherited from the knight who brought him from the remote tribe to Trist‘s school, giving me advantage on saving throws vs spells and magical effects and inflicting disadvantages on spell effects targeting me. Combine that with resistance to spells from Aura of Warding and that’s a nasty nasty combo v wizards. 

All in all Ayden’s build is an incredibly hard to target tanky support character who can move through the battlefield protecting his allies and being an absolute nightmare for enemy spellcasters. The only thing I really didn’t fully consider was just how much damage he would take from Warding Bond which totally bypasses all those wonderfully crafted defenses. As crazy as it is, I think we barely got to scratch the surface of Aydens full potential and it’s probably good those mages decided to cast spells at everyone else because Ayden was going to be a tough character for a spell caster to crack. The Commanding Rally did get to shine allowing characters who specialized in weapon attacks to get a little extra out of those 20 level commitments. Ayden’s build was crafted to keep his siblings alive and let them shine as bright as possible together. I’m very proud of him!

If you read all this then you’re as nerdy as me and deserve a reward!

[winterchimez]

Beast in the Beauty - Chapter 4

pairing: profiler Hyunjae x detective f!reader 

genre & warnings: jack the ripper au, angst, violence, thriller, crime, mentions of prostitution, graphic description of death, major characters death, alcohol, some fluff

word count: 2,614

a/n: there’s a scene where the ripper’s letter is revealed where it might be disturbing for some readers, so i’ll put a 🌨️ at the beginning if you wish to skip it. 

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"Should I be happy about this Y/N?”

Eric clearly looked conflicted, because he was the one Selene chose to have the role-play situation with in the streets of Whitechapel. 

“Oh come on, it can't be too bad. Besides, you’re close to Selene and it’s only natural for her to pick you as the lucky one, counting out Haknyeon otherwise his fiancé wouldn’t let him live to see tomorrow that is.”

Your friend was clearly having second thoughts, ironic how a few hours ago he was all enthusiastic about encouraging the single men in the office to take up the offer. You can’t help but to laugh a bit. 

Oh Eric, poor little fella. 

Once Selene arrived at the office around 30 minutes before midnight, Chief Ayden wasted no time in briefing everybody about the deal. Apparently, Hyunjae was also involved in assigning everyone their own designated roles. The focus area was in between George Yard and Foster’s Street, as it was the killer’s active area as proven from the previous two cases. 

Eric and Selene were to be placed near Miller’s Court, it was in the more isolated area of Dorset Street, but perfect to catch on the killer if he were to strike again tonight. 

Both Hyunjae and Haknyeon were then stationed near where Eric and Selene were, in case the killer appears there will be more than enough detectives to jump right in for the arrest. You, on the other hand, was stationed at the entrance to Dorset Street, mainly because both Eric and Haknyeon refused to let you step foot near anywhere that was dark and unsafe, especially in the alleyways. 

You were definitely sulky for a bit, but decided to think straight and to believe that the killer could enter this entrance area at all times, so it was also a good spot for you to catch Jack himself red-handed if needed. A few more detectives were called in for this mission, and they were then scattered throughout the remaining areas for the stakeout mission. 

Once everyone was ready, all of you wasted no time in heading out to each of your designated spots. Right before you were about to part ways with everyone, Hyunjae decides to stop you by patting you on your shoulders, making you turn behind to face the male himself. 

“Here, take this.”

He hands you a rose gold pendant that has the shape of a shell at the end. You were confused. “What is this for?” You asked.

“Just in case anything happens, you can use this to give us a signal. Blow into the shell and I’ll be coming right to you before you know it. Also consider this as my gift to you.” He winks.

You somehow felt rest-assured with this simple gesture, not gonna lie you sure were a bit nervous and afraid of being part of this stakeout mission, especially when you have a high likelihood of meeting the killer in person. It is good to know that someone has your back nearby.

“Thank you Hyunjae, I appreciate that a lot. Please be safe out there.”

“Likewise Y/N. I’ll see you later.” 

It was already twenty minutes past midnight, and somehow the streets were surprisingly quiet. There weren’t too many prostitutes and clients out for the night, and somehow this silent feeling makes it even more eerie.

Eric and Selene have already been in their position for quite a while now, but the poor man has yet to adjust himself with whatever that he was supposed to do. 

“You’re cute Eric. I didn’t know you were shy when it came down to these things. Don’t worry I won’t bite you too much.” Selene giggled as she placed one of her palms onto his chest, moving it up ever so slightly. 

“Umm.. am I supposed to be happy about that?” The boy clearly had his face fully red-flushed, praying to the heavens that this killer would just appear any time right now so that all of these could be over with. 

Well apparently, it seems that Eric’s wishes had come true way sooner than expected. 

Minutes passed and a sinister loud scream was coming near the west side of Miller’s Court. Haknyeon’s direction. 

Eric and Selene wasted no time running towards the source of the scream. It should only take them two minutes to reach the designated spot, but somehow the situation that they were in made it felt like eternity. They could only hope that whoever that was is alright.

Or so they thought. 

They were too late. Haknyeon was nowhere to be seen, and the third victim was there lying in their own pool of blood. 

Selene let out a loud, sharp, piercing cry. It was too much for her to bear and witness. Eric immediately pulled her into his chest, trying to comfort her and to further avoid presenting the horrible sight right in front of Selene’s eyes anymore. You and the other detectives arrived a few minutes later, and were too flabbergasted with the sight beyond. 

This victim had far more gruesome wounds then the previous two, it was horrendous to say the least. To see that there were still fresh tears dripping down the sides of the victim’s eyes, anyone could tell that she hadn't been dead for long. 

Rage filled you and you balled up your fists, and you sprinted off into the dark alleyways, ignoring Eric’s screams of begging for you to come back. 

You couldn’t let the killer get away anymore. Not when all of you were this close to catching him red-handed. He was right in your fingertips. 

As the victim had just passed, you were certain that the killer still had to be somewhere nearby. Whitechapel was like a maze, and to truly escape from this district requires at least a good ten to fifteen minutes, even if one was familiar with all the routes and shortcuts available. 

You continued to run, not caring if you were out of breath, you had to catch the killer. 

As if the heaven’s heard your cry, you spotted an individual wearing a dark cape with a top hat from afar, looking right at your direction. It was dark and there was a distance between you two, so you couldn’t really make out his facial features. 

But one thing is for sure you were certain that you caught him smiling at you under the moonlight. 

With that, he turned on his heel to the opposite direction and took off.

“Stop!” You screamed and shouted as much as you could while chasing the individual. Boy, he sure was quick, if he wasn’t a murderer he could very well be an athlete competing for a triathlon. 

You know deep down that there is only a ten percent chance of you catching up with him, but you had to try nonetheless. 

Sure enough, the killer had put too much of a distance between you two, and you have lost sight of him after turning into one of the corners. You were frustrated, and you stomped your feet right into the ground. 

If only you were fast enough, Y/N. It was your one and only chance. You can’t help but to blame yourself for it. 

Instead of returning straight back to the crime scene, you decided to just sit down and catch a quick breather for a moment. 

Just then, you heard some shuffling noises coming closer to your direction.

Is the killer back to play cat and mouse with you?

You mentally and physically braced yourself of what’s to come, and you immediately took out your gun and aimed it into the direction where the source of the shuffling noises came from. Just as you were about to pull the trigger, the familiar voice made you lower down your gun.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

It was Hyunjae. 

“I could also ask you the same thing. Weren’t you at your spot?”

“I was. But then Haknyeon was the first to find the body and he took off running. Assuming he saw the killer himself I catch up with him to help, but the both of us got separated halfway, and that’s when I found you here now.”

You felt like your whole energy was sucked out from you, and you immediately slumped yourself down the ground, causing the male to jump right in to catch you in his arms. You covered both of your palms on your face, wishing all of this nightmare to be over with. 

All of you wasted no time in retreating back into the office after the incident. Selene was clearly extremely shaken up, which caused you to pull out your one and only cozy throw from beneath your drawers and draped it over her shoulders while giving her a warm cup of tea. You continued to stay by her side, taking her into your embrace as the men got onto sorting out the investigation reports. 

It was obvious that everyone was bummed by the fact that this stake out mission was a failure. Adding salt to the wound, you literally had an entire police force unit surrounding the designated area and yet you’ve let the killer slip out entirely from literally the palm of your hands. 

You couldn’t blame Chief Ayden’s frustration as he banged his fist right onto the hard concrete table and laid his head down low. He couldn’t keep living on with this nightmare and trauma any longer. 

You knew that all of you had to come up with an even better strategy, one that would actually place the killer in a tight pitch, where he would have no chance of escape. One that will not let the killer outsmart you. One that will put a stop to this sick game he was playing. 

In the midst of everyone’s frustration, one of the detectives from the forensics team suddenly came running into the station, clearly out of breath. 

As he tries his best to catch his breath, the young lad looks into the eyes of every single detective in the room, including you. In his hand holds a single envelope, with a good amount of blood stains surrounding it. Judging by the looks on his face, it was clear that he had read the contents of it and was horrified by what he found. 

Chief Ayden grabs hold of the envelope and places it right in the middle of the table. Your responsible friend, Eric, began to read the letter aloud, word by word. 

🌨️

Dearest boss,

It has been a week since I have resumed my activities and I can’t tell you how this was one of the best decisions that I have ever made. 

The flame that was once gone has now reignited and it has given me a whole new motivation to start killing again. 

Now that I am back from my slumber, let me set my current situation for you as I sit on my dining table to write this letter. 

My knives are now sharper than ever, and they truly give the best incisions I’ve ever seen. 

I gave the two ladies no time to squeal, for my sharp knife is capable of ending a life within seconds. 

Oh, but by the time this letter gets to you there is probably already a third victim. Ha ha. 

I assure you that for my next victim, I shall grant you a better performance. Perhaps I should take a body part and keep it as a souvenir? Or maybe I would be a dear and wrap it up nicely to post it to the police station instead. Maybe you should help me decide. 

I highly suggest that you publish my letter on the news. That way when the public realises how capable I am, the terror and horror in their eyes will most definitely give me the motivation and encouragement I need to find my fourth victim quicker don’t you think? 

Lastly, fyi. If you think I am somehow in relation to having medical knowledge because of how I am able to dissect the victims and such a perfect manner just like in the operation rooms, then you’re far more than ever to put me behind bars. 

Yours truly,

Jack The Ripper.

You gagged at how horrendous the letter was. You were glad that you covered Selene's ears this whole time, otherwise you were gonna have to deal with her screams till dawn, not that you could blame her though. 

The rest were the same. Disgust and horror was plastered all across their faces. 

This monster, Jack The Ripper, was truly the devil himself. 

With the killer’s handwritten letter in the police’s hands, the sudden realisation of fear sinks into every single one of you. The killer was going to strike again. And this time, it may be far quicker than the previous cases.

The police had to act quickly. But how on earth are you going to be able to do that when you have nothing to move forward with?

Yes, you have admitted to everyone that you came in contact with the killer face-to-face. But it was too dark to truly make out his facial features while you were on the run trying your best to catch the killer, and Haknyeon experienced the same thing right before you did. 

You were all beginning to sink into your seats, feeling dejected. That is until the forensics member further continues to present his findings from the case.

“We’re lucky this time. The killer was sloppy enough to leave one strand of hair behind.”

You literally almost jumped up from your chair in excitement, like you’ve won the lottery or something. And seemingly the rest of the team does the same. You wasted no time in examining the hair itself, and all of you sure were surprised with what it was. 

It was… blonde. 

Definitely not a colour you would’ve expected especially when all eye-witnesses including yourself have seen nothing but pure black and darkness when you’ve encountered the devil himself.

The forensics team had no time to waste and went straight into beginning the analysing process of the hair strand itself. The process will take at least a good three days, fastest, provided if everything goes well and smoothly throughout the entire procedure. In the meantime, the police have to definitely begin planning their next strategy. 

“So Chief Ayden, do you plan to publish the letter first thing in the morning?” Eric asked the superior man himself even knowing damn well what his answer might be.

“The last thing I wanna do is to send London off in a much more panic state than it already is. And I have definitely learnt it the hard way 30 years ago.”

Exactly. The original Jack The Ripper letter was indeed published in the papers right on the next morning Scotland Yard had received it. It definitely wasn’t the smartest decision the law enforcement has ever made. 

“The letter stays put and is safe in my office. Other than us, nobody else should be aware of the contents and the existence of this threat. Do you hear me?” Chief Ayden has definitely made it loud and clear, and the rest of you agreed with him without any opposition. 

“In the meantime, send more men on patrols around the streets and areas of interest, increase the security while keeping the public safe, especially the prostitutes. Await for my next instructions and continue to gather more intel as you go.” 

“We will make our next big move once we know the identity of the strand of blonde hair.” 

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[eyes-blazing]

Ayden “Phoenix” Lynch

Ayden Roleplays

Face Claim: Luca Hollestelle

Age: 18

Birthday: July 17th

Orientation: Straight

Height: 5 Foot 6 Inches

Eye Color: Green

Species: Phoenix

Main Verse: N/A

Ayden was born in Chicago to a loving mother and father. She was born into cooking, her father owned a resturant and she spent her days there watching him cook. She was made a big sister when she was five and she loved her brother, loved teaching him all the things her father taught her.

She was ten when it happend, when it all came crashing down.

When the men came to her fathers resturant and killed them. Her father, mother, and brother. They hadn't found her, she had hidden when her father told her to.

She was an orphan and sent into the foster care system. The police seemed to think it was just random gang violence, another crime to go unsolved. But Ayden knew better. She knew the truth.

He father knew the men who had come in. Her father knew who killed them.

She lasted two years in the system before running away with a friend, they joined a mob family. She had seen enough horror to become good at what they wanted.

A killer.

A torture.

An Assassin.

She would use every inch of her skills to find out who had really murdered her family. And she would make them pay in blood for what they took.

(Mun Note: Connected Parties are Raven And Ben.)

[mpxayden]

Inari did not know if Ayden knew, but there were moments when the fox deity could read the thoughts of their children, as fleeting as if pictures in clarity. To see the anger on his young face, the foxfire that emerged from his tails made Inari give a soft sigh. A slim hand reached out and the foxfire danced from his tail to rest on their palm. "Breathe," Inari commanded softly and the fist closed to extinguish the foxfire, to return to their master. Inari met Ayden's feral eyes, their own flashing a glow that showed which of their inner fox the superior. Inari understood perfectly the anger Ayden felt, it still coursed through their veins. Knowing the injustice that Akihide went through, their children's abuse...Inari battled with the anger everyday. "I will not stop you." Inari spoke now, and there was a harshness in their own tone, replacing the playfulness that usually lingered. "But you understand, there is a danger to leaning into this anger Ayden. Especially for you. For beings like us." Inari's hand reached out, not really touching him, but offering that just in case he needed it.

Breathe, he heard a voice commanding him to breathe. 

The raging wrath burning inside his guts made it hard to breathe, painful even; each breath in threatened to burst his lungs, each breath out menaced the remnants of self-control he was left with. 

He even wanted to snare the moment his foxfire was taken away, but had no energy to do it properly. The noises escaped him inching close to a whine, a yelp, a soft cry of years of pent-up anger and agony bleeding out at once. Tears were gathering in his eyes, blurring his vision, but he did not feel them falling down his cheeks. Maybe the heat of anger had evaporated them all. 

His inner fox reluctantly obeyed Inari to keep breathing. Ayden dragged himself through laboured inhalation and exhalation, his chest trembling, his hands going cold, yet he kept doing so until he was steps away from the verge of bursting into rage. 

“No, you won’t. The only way to stop me is to kill me, and you won’t do that.” He spoke up, defiant gaze spiking straight into Inari’s eyes. He listened to their warning, to the roar of anger inside him, and for a short moment, he was terrified.

It was not his nature, at least his human side’s nature, to seek revenge. Yes, it was he who ignited the fire that burnt down his so-called foster parents’ house, where all of his suffering and nightmares were born. He did fight back at times when fighting back was the only choice left to survive. But it was instinctive, the reactions were destructive yet not murderous. This time, however, he was wishing death to those who hurt his twin sister. 

He wanted to be those humans’ death. 

“I do understand,” he confirmed, eyes still looking at Inari and their hand reaching out toward him, voice dropping low in excessive self-control. Sarcasm painted a bitter smirk across his face, and Ayden’s hands remained resting still on his lap. He gazed at the deity that gave him this life, letting his thoughts run around until they refused to move on from the beautiful smile of a certain person, the sun of his life. 

“Just in case I’m in danger, or I go mad in anger, whatever comes first,” he started again, saying what he believed to be the only pleading ever he would ask Inari. “Would you please watch over Ahri? I…I love her, and I don’t want her to ever be upset about anything…”

“Do you ever just want someone to come over and sit on the floor with you for a few hours?”

"Ahh little kit," Inari's voice was unusually soft, and the flicker of their amber eyes told them they were thinking of a memory far from where they were at the moment. "Our hearts tend to run wild most of the time, though I don't presume to know your own. But to your answer your question...yes" As if to echo their words, soft tinkling of bells could be hear and their tails seemed to dance alongside a faint melody.

"Once, a long time ago, there was one who would have tamed the wildness of my heart." A soft smile before it quickly vanished and the sly fox smile that they were known for appeared. "Before they offered their heart for me to devour."

[shadow-alpha-02-draws]

Next we have my half-vampire oc Ayden Foster!

[pluttskutt]

Happy Blorbo Blursday!

Is there any oc who'd get amrried or is amrried and what does their relationship and married life lookes like? I wanna know romantic things 😭

There is no romance in my books Leia. They all DIE and-

No I'm sorry okay there is romance but it's mostly like, the Deities who are in epic love tales.

The only character of mine who is married is Rowan. He's a secret top-notch agent and his spouse is a vet. They don't have pets but foster them a lot due to Em's work as a vet, and their connections.

But~

Ayden is Death's son (adopted) and he actually falls in love with a human, who is cursed and turned into a beast after already feeling ugly, but Ayden doesn't mind because he too is a beast.

Very summed up but it's romantic I swear.

[inarimp]

In all honesty, Inari could be praised by how brilliance struck them just as they were leaving the island. They had no intention after all to let their son wage war on the very people that swore to honor them and their bloodline. Ayden had been so angry, and rightfully so. What he didn't know was just how deep Inari's own wrath went.

That wrath still lingered, and Inari had long since given up on the meditation techniques their foster father had taught them eons ago. Tsukuyomi might be able to harness all the patience of the universe, but Inari certainly could. So instead, Inari often let their temper fester, spiraling deeper, like a spring about to pop from the coil.

It would be ill-timing for them to lose their temper now after all. Especially since they now have a guest in their rescue attempt. Amber eyes drifted towards the young woman whose grip on the arms of her seat so tight it was a wonder she would rip them off.

"Relax, dearest," Inari's words were a soft hum, both amused and their best attempt at comforting. "You wouldn't want to meet your dear Ayden looking so stressed,"

"I wouldn't be stressed," Said the harried whisper of Ahri Mcluhan, their son's girlfriend. "If you didn't tell me Ayden is fighting his way in Kyoto." Green eyes shot them an accusatory look before they looked away out the window as if determined to not speak anymore.

"I didn't expect he wouldn't tell you he was in Kyoto," Inari's expression was sly even as their fingers reached for the champagne flute the stewardess brought over.

"He did tell me." Ahri shot back, annoyance in her face. "Did you tell him you were bringing me?"

Since he doesn't like you? The silent question stayed between them that even with the width of the private jet's cabin could not erase. Inari ignored the barb, simply sipping champagne. "I'm sure when he sees you he will be absolutely thrilled." Shaking their head at her, Inari downed the champagne. "Relax dear, I'm not letting you get in danger. I doubt that will endear me to my son if I do so."

Which is what precisely happened. Ahri was kept away as Inari headed to Arashiyama. It didn't take that long to find out exactly what Ayden had planned and it was a good thing too that Inari had arrived.

Quick as a flash that would escape mere mortal's gaze, a hand wrapped around a stray fanatic's neck, slamming his body hard against the ground and successfully keeping them away from Ayden's vulnerable body.

Straightening up and dusting imaginary lint off their suit, Inari smiled, the fox smile different yet still familiar in the male vessel.

"Why hello darling," Inari nodded towards their son. Inari as a male was quite breathtaking still. Sharp cheekbones and tip tilted eyes promised danger and chaos. Magic seemed to permeate the glade and fox fires erupted to extinguish the bodies eliminated by Ayden and his friend, whom Inari gave a nod of thanks.

A loose fanatic tried to crawl away just as Inari had noted. There was a sound like an arrow being loosened and Inari's foot connected with the worm's spine, pushing them down against the ground. Not enough to kill, but just enough to pin them down.

Just a smidge, that tether on their anger slipped as Inari recognized that mortal. "My my my, Daisuke. So you finally acted didn't you," Clicking their tongue, the brevity in their tone hid the roiling wrath as they leaned down and dragged the man back towards Ayden and Lio.

"Speak." The order in Japanese was laced with their own magic, ancient and binding.

wishes came true

[tothewaterhq]

GAMES RECAP // THE 77TH HUNGER GAMES

The 77th Annual Hunger Games were set in a to-scale version of the Mall of Panem, including every Capitolite’s favourite shops. The Games lasted a total of five days, and were filled to the brim with drama, heartbreak, and a finale the nation will not soon forget. 

Tributes launched into the middle of the main atrium of the mall, outside the amusement park. The Career pack dominated the Bloodbath, with Aggie O’Connell gruesomely murdering Geof Carr of District Six and Calix Belcourt easily killing Quinoa Dale of Nine. Both Nike Aurelius and Leon de Castanheira were in trouble, but were easily saved by their allies, Goldie Belcourt of One and Ronni Ruiz of Four. Nova Foster of District Five saved her blind ally Harley Daniels of Six during the fray, after managing to take a coil of copper wire from Freya Messere from Twelve. District Seven’s Landon Browning took a sword from Two’s Leon de Castanheira, while his ally Nadya Vasiliev of Eight bit Eleven’s Cain Whitfield to take an axe. Cassia Finch from Eleven got into a fight with Seven’s Karlin Hazelton, before ally Lucky Villalobos from Ten jumped in to help. Lucky sustained a broken nose, but Cassia was able to escape with a whip.

Tiny District Three tribute Pixel Delaroux killed River Crosby of Nine with the help of Nadya, who simultaneously took out Karlin Hazelton. Cain Whitfield killed Three’s Ayden McIntosh before losing his axe to Nayda, and Freya Messere went right for the eyes to end the life of Eight’s Luca Felton. Six cannons fired at the end of the Bloodbath, signifying the beginning of a whirlwind Games.

Day Two brought in the Arena’s mutts: faceless mannequins with a strong grip and robot security mutts who were prepared to drag away any tribute who approached a closed shop. Additionally, teddy bear mutts with razor sharp teeth came to life in the Make-a-Mutt workshop. Cassia Finch and Freya Messere worked together to get pretzels from one of the shops, which Cassia then enjoyed with ally Lucky Villalobos. Cassia also ran into trouble as she escaped the security mutts alongside District partner Cain Whitfield. Nova and Harley battled a mannequin mutt, as did Jude Proulx, proving that even without the ability to bite, mutts can be terrifying. 

Twelve year-old August from District Five was attacked by mannequin mutts as well, and Seven’s Landon Browning put him out of his misery before sharing a kiss with ally Nadya.

However, nothing could compare to the drama within the Career pack. Calix Belcourt and Nike Aurelius fought a pack of vicious teddy bear mutts, which killed Calix and left Nike alone with his body. When Calix’s twin sister Goldie approached alongside the rest of the pack, utter chaos ensued as it appeared to them that Nike had been the one to kill Calix. Loose cannon Aggie O’Connell attacked Nike, thinking she had been the one to break the pack, and killed her by biting a piece of her cheek off. To keep the pack safe from the untrustworthy girl, Leon de Castanheira attacked and killed Aggie in retaliation for killing his District Partner. In almost an instant, only half the pack remained.

On the third day, the dolls resembling the tributes in the Panemian Girl doll store came to life with tiny knives in their hands and demanded revenge on the tributes who killed their real-life counterpart if they had died, or the counterpart themselves if they were still alive. Cain Whitfield ended up being confronted by a mall security mutt as he fought off his attacking dolls. Lucky Villalobos stepped in to help having already dispatched her own doll, but Cain’s injuries were too severe and she killed him out of mercy.

Landon and Nadya were attacked by Careers Leon from Two and Ronni from Four. Nadya was killed by Ronni, and Landon was killed by security mutts after mourning Nadya.

In a scene that lost audio to the viewers, Goldie Belcourt had a breakdown over the pressures of being a Career tribute, and Leon killed her as she requested - though Capitol audiences are none the wiser. Pixel Delaroux climbed up into the ceiling, crawling through and eventually falling from unsteady structure, resulting in a fall and a twisted ankle. And Five’s Nova Foster got into an altercation with Twelve’s Freya Messere once again after their conflict in the Bloodbath. As the girls argued, Nova fell into her own trap and Freya mercy-killed the dying girl, leaving her ally Harley Daniels protected by the trap and not knowing what had happened. 

Day Four brought a feast, with bags of food from some of the Capitol’s favourite vendors. But before anyone could make their way to a delectable feast, Harley Daniels of Six was mistakenly ambushed by Leon, and shot by one of his arrows. She died from her wounds.

The two remainders of the Career pack, Leon and Ronni, had an explosive fallout before parting ways, and didn’t see each other again until the feast was over. But before that meeting, Pixel Delaroux was found by Lucky Villalobos and Cassia Finch, who took her in to create a larger, if uneasy, alliance. 

The three girls were some of the first to the feast, running in and grabbing food before escaping the scene and suddenly running into Freya Messere. Freya’s protective explosive misfired, leaving the railing over the mall weakened, and Lucky and Cassia let Pixel stay off to the side to watch the supplies. While the two of them fought, Pixel attempted to run off with the goods, though she was quickly tackled down and caught by Lucky. The two decided to eat quickly before rejoining Cassia, who continued to fight Freya.

As they got up, though, Pixel tripped and fell into Lucky, who put all her weight on the weakened railing, and ended up falling down through the atrium to her death. Pixel ran from the scene, and Cassia succeeded in taking down Freya, who died amongst the rubble of her failed explosion.

The remaining final three were Leon de Castanheira of Two, Pixel Delaroux of Three, and Cassia Finch of Eleven. 

As the three met up amongst a collapsing theme park in the center of the mall, Pixel immediately turned tail and ran to hide from the two much older tributes. This left Leon and Cassia to fight it out, and the boy from Two emerged victorious from the battle. He was left to search for the last tribute. 

Eventually, Pixel tripped, due to her injured ankle, and Leon was in the brink of finishing off the Games for himself when the collapsing theme park became lethal. Pieces of twisted metal and scraps of rollercoasters and ferris wheels began dropping on top of the two tributes. Leon, acting on his protective instincts, shielded Pixel from the falling debris, and the girl was knocked out cold by a metal bar landing on her head. 

The two were trapped under a pile of scraps when Leon met his end, more pieces of a theme park ride piercing through his body. 

The Capitol and the country waited in dread for an extensive amount of time as Peacekeepers descended into the arena. And it wasn’t until they pulled the redheaded fourteen-year-old, concussed and injured, out of the rubble, that the Gamemakers could solidly announce:

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the 77th Hunger Games. Pixel Delaroux of District Three!”

PLACEMENTS // 

1. Pixel Delaroux, District 3 // Victor of the Games 2. Leon de Castanheira, District 2 // killed by Arena cave-in 3. Cassia Finch, District 11 // killed by Leon de Castanheira 4. Ronni Ruiz, District 4 // killed by Leon de Castanheira 5. Freya Messere, District 12 // killed by Cassia Finch 6. Lucky Villalobos, District 10 // killed by Pixel Delaroux 7. Jude Proulx, District 10 // killed by Leon de Castanheira 8. Harley Daniels, District 6 // killed by Leon de Castanheira 9. Nova Foster, District 5 // killed by Freya Messere 10. Cain Whitfield, District 11 // killed by Lucky Villalobos 11. Goldie Belcourt, District 1 // killed by Leon de Castanheira 12. Landon Browning, District 7 // killed by security mutts 13. Nadya Vasiliev, District 8 // killed by Ronni Ruiz 14. Aggie O'Connell, District 4 // killed by Leon de Castanheira 15. Nike Aurelius, District 2 // killed by Aggie O'Connell 16. August Solarin, District 5 // killed by Landon Browning 17. Calix Belcourt, District 1 // killed by stuffed animal mutts 18. Phoenix Jung, District 12 // killed by Leon de Castanheira 19. Luca Felton, District 8 // killed by Freya Messere 20. Ayden McIntosh, District 3 // killed by Cain Whitfield 21. Karlin Hazelton, District 7 // killed by Nadya Vasiliev 22. River Crosby, District 9 // killed by Pixel Delaroux 23. Geof Carr, District 6 // killed by Aggie O'Connell 24. Quinoa Dale, District 9 // killed by Calix Belcourt

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June 19, 2019: Obituaries

Lovina Schrock, 91

Mrs. Lovina Hostetler Schrock, 91, of Moravian Falls, passed away on Sunday, June 16, 2019 at her residence.

Lovina was born on June 11, 1928 in Stark County Ohio to Henry Hostetler and Ella Miller Hostetler.

Lovina is preceded in death by parents; husband, Mervin L. Schrock; brother, Ervin Hostetler; sister, Beulah Hochstedler and great grand daughter, Danielle Schrock.

Lovina is survived by her 5 daughters, Susan Faye Hochstetler of Canada, Joy Roselle Hileman of Ohio, Debra Kaye Yoder of Moravian Falls, Juanita Lynne Herber of Pennsylvania, Charlotte Marlene Schrock of Virginia; 5 sons, John Mark Schrock, Larry Dean Schrock, Timothy Jay Schrock, Franklin Scott Schrock all of Virginia, Frederick Allen Schrock of Moravian Falls; sisters, Mary Wittmer of Pennsylvania, Viola Mullet of Ohio; brothers, Melvin Hostetler of Ohio, Henry Hostetler of Canada; 21 grandchildren and many great grand children.

The funeral service will be held in Ohio at a later date.

Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes has the honor of serving the Schrock Family.

 Nancy Winters, 5

Nancy Lee Winters, age 55, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Saturday, June 15, 2019 at Westwood Hills Nursing and Rehab Center. Nancy was born July 11, 1963 in Wilkes County to Cecil and Mandy Stanley Trivette. She loved to fish; do crafts and quilting. Ms. Winters was preceded in death by her parents; and several siblings.

Surviving are her son, Steven Winters and spouse Jessica of North Wilkesboro; daughter, Amanda Winters and spouse Zachary White of Huntington, West Virginia; a number of siblings; grandchildren, M.J. Winters and Josh Walker.

The family has requested no flowers.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.  

 Hazel Prevette, 96

Hazel Maie Johnson Prevette, 96, of North Wilkesboro, went home to be with her Lord and Savior on Saturday, June 15, 2019 at Wilkes Senior Village.

She was born May 23, 1923 in Wilkes County, to the late William Edward Johnson and Julie Maie Combs Johnson.

     Hazel was a member of Lewis Baptist Church.  She loved singing and praising the Lord with her church family in the choir.  She was a passionate vegetable and flower gardener.

     Including her parents, she was preceded in death by: her husband, Dewey Gaither Prevette Sr.; grandchildren, Craig Williams and Pamela Taylor.

     Those left to cherish and honor her memory include: daughters, Peggy Taylor (Wallace) of McGrady, Kathy Williams (Dean) of Wilkesboro; sons, D. G. Prevette, Jr. (Linda) of Wilkesboro, Kenneth Prevette (Sarah) of Lewisville; sister, Annie Lou Brown (Gene) of Millers Creek; brother, Howard Johnson of Purlear; many grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great grandchildren

     Funeral services wereJune 18,   at Lewis Baptist Church in North Wilkesboro.  Rev. Bruce Rhoades will be officiating.  Burial followed in the church cemetery.

     Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes and cremation services is honored to be serving the Prevette Family.

 Fern Anderson, 87

Fern Anderson, 87 Mrs. Fern Pauline Call Anderson, age 87, widow of Hobert Anderson, died on Saturday, June 15, 2019 at Villages of Wilkes.

     Funeral services were June 19,  at Reins-Sturdivant Chapel with Rev. Alan Bouchelle officiating.  Burial was in Fishing Creek Arbor Baptist Church Cemetery.

Mrs. Anderson was born June 19, 1931 in Wilkes County to Benjamin Winfred and Carrie Elizabeth Benge Call. She was a member of Penelope Baptist Church in Hickory. Before her retirement while residing in Hickory, NC, she worked for Cline Insurance Company as a private secretary and was self-employed as a skin care specialist thru Ann Mari.

In addition to her parents she was preceded in death by her husband, Hobert Anderson; four sisters, Sylvia Call Soots, Tessie Call Foster, Florence Call Hayes Bouchelle, and Doris Call Waddell Spears; and four brothers, Julius H. Call, James P. Call, Roy "Ray" Call, and Coy "Clay" Call.

She is survived by her daughter, Linda Anderson Plemmons of North Wilkesboro; twin sons, Tracy Anderson and wife, Sandy, of Millers Creek, and Travis Van Anderson of Hickory; four grandchildren, Dana K.Anderson, Dylan L. Anderson, Doug Plemmons, and Floyd Plemmons; four great-grandchildren, Rachel C. Plemmons, Kyle P. Plemmons, Jason Sprinkle, and Elijah Foster; one great-great-grandchild, Chaselyn Kate Plemmons; one sister, Lois Call Foster of Traphill; and one brother, Thomas Jerry Call of Wilkesboro.

The latter part of her life, Mrs. Anderson spent ten years at Catawba Valley Assisted Living and three years at Wilkes Senior Villages.  The family sincerely thanks the staff of both facilities for their wonderful care of their loved one.

A special thank you from the family to Shirley Bowlin for her exceptional care of our Mother.

  Kenith Jones, Sr., 83

 Mr. Kenith Smythe Jones, Sr., 83, of Taylorsville, passed away Thursday, June 13, 2019 at Valley Nursing Center.

Kenith was born December 18, 1935 in Fayette  County, WV, the son of the late George Thomas Jones, Sr. and Inez Blanch Duncan Jones.

He was a US Army veteran, who served in Germany as a combat engineer. He had worked as a supervisor for Southern Devices before retiring and was a member of Bethel Baptist Church. He enjoyed reading Westerns, was a avid Redskin fan, and enjoyed playing golf when he was able and also enjoyed watching NASCAR.

Including his parents, he was preceded in death by: his wife, Peggy Joyce Payne Jones; four sisters, Beulah Pemberton, Doris Criss, Natella Blackwell and infant sister, Carolyn Jones; a brother, George Jones.

Those left to cherish and honor his memory include: a daughter, Patricia Jones Carter and husband, Larry, of Statesville; four sons, Kenny Jones and wife, Joan, of Taylorsville, Barry Jones and wife, Janna, of Newton, Timothy Jones and wife, Lisa, of Taylorsville, Ricky Jones of Asheville; five grandchildren, Joshua Moore, Caitlin Jones Parkhurst and husband, Matt, Ashley Jones, Tyler Jones and wife, Tiffany, Andrew Jones and fiance, Lacey Bruno; four great-grandchildren, RJ, Gracelynn, Jacob and Ezra; two sisters, Janet Payne and husband, Charles, of WV, Drema Gail Gales of VA; a brother, William Jones and wife, Carol, of WV; a sister-in-law, Christine Jones of WV; and a number of nieces and nephews.

A service was held  June 17,  at Bethel Baptist Church with Revs. Bill Smith and Ervel Jones officiating. Burial   followed in the church cemetery with flag folding ceremony.

Pallbearers were Ken's sons and grandsons.

The family would like to express a sincere thank you for every act of kindness or visit to our loved one and also to the staff, nurses and caregivers at Valley Nursing Center.

Memorials may be made to: Alexander County Hospice, 50 Lucy Echerd Lane, Taylorsville, NC 28681.

Adams Funeral Home and cremation services is honored to be serving the Jones Family.

 Terri Sigmon, 64

Terri Lynn Sigmon, age 64, passed away peacefully on June 11, 2019 at Valley Nursing and Rehabilitation in Taylorville and is now resting in the care of our Lord.  

She was born in Hickory, NC on February 28, 1955.  Prior to moving there she lived at Parklane Group home in Newton.

She was preceded in death by her parents Charles and Jane Sigmon of Hickory.  

She is survived by her sister, Sandie Cline (Jimmie) of Wilkesboro, and her brothers, Robert Sigmon (Virginia) of Statesville, and Bruce Sigmon of Hickory.

Terri was a long- time member of Christ Lutheran Church in Hickory where she is best remembered for her deep faith and leading the congregation in happy birthday songs.  She especially loved family gatherings during the holidays. She had a special relationship with her nephews Christopher (Tanya) of Wilkesboro, Jonathan (Ellen) and Matthew (Jessica) of Mooresville and great nephews and nieces, Ayden, Charlie, Cameron, Macie, Oren, Eli, Finley and Luke. They will cherish the memories of her.

The funeral service will be held on Thursday, June 20,   at 3:00 p.m. at Christ Lutheran Church in Hickory.

The family will receive friends prior to the service from 2: 00 until 3:00 p.m. at the church. Rev. Richard Schwandt will be officiating the service. Burial will follow at Oakwood Cemetery.

In lieu of flowers memorials can be made to the memorial fund at Christ Lutheran Church, 324 2nd Ave. SE, Hickory, NC 28602.

Pallbearers for the service will be Christopher Cline, Jonathan Cline, Matthew Cline, Van Smith, Scott Wimmer, and Billy Pernell.

 Vickie Cothren, 52

Vickie Cothren, 52 Miss Vickie Lee Cothren, age 52 of Roaring River, passed away Wednesday, June 12, 2019 at Woltz Hospice Home in Dobson.

     Funeral services were June 15,   at White Plains Baptist Church with Pastor William Souther and Bishop Peggy Horton officiating.  Burial was in the church cemetery.                Vickie was born October 24, 1966 in Wilkes County to James "Jim" Ervin Cothren and Georgie Lee Swaim Cothren. She was employed for 30 years with Wilkes Community College as a Library Assistant. Vickie enjoyed spending time with her great nieces and nephews who called her "Bibby" and liked sports from WFU, Chicago Bulls and Carolina Panthers. She also enjoyed cooking and most enjoyed sharing her testimony with her relationship with God.

She was preceded in death by her mother; Georgie Lee Cothren.

In addition to her father; Jim Cothren, she is survived by three sisters; Anna Church of Millers Creek, Teresa Absher of Roaring River and Jane Whitley of Hays, nieces and nephews; Amanda Miller (William), Sonya Evans (Allen), Michael Church, Ashley Mabe (Jason), Lindsay Jester (Justin) and Colby Whitley, great nieces and nephews; Elijah Miller, Asher Miller, Brenan, Nevan and Rowyn Mabe and Elizabeth Jester, Aunt Joy Swaim, Cousins; Calvin Swaim, Charlene Dancy and family, special friends and co-workers; Rebecca Kruger, Christy Earp, Misty Bass, Janet Atwood, Audrey Chapel and Donna Church and Fur Babies; Jett, Sanford, Melinda and Miss Sunshine.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to the Donor's Choice, Wilkes Community Partnership for Children PO Box 788 North Wilkesboro, NC 28659, Wilkes Community College Endowment Corporation PO Box 120 Wilkesboro, NC 28697 or Mtn. Valley Hospice 401 Technology Lane Suite 200 Mt. Airy, NC 27030.

 James Ashley, Jr. 77

Mr. James Martin Ashley, Jr. age 77 of Wilkesboro, passed away Tuesday, June 11, 2019 at his home.

Funeral services were June 18,   at Cub Creek Baptist Church with Pastor John Lewis and Mr. Frank Denny officiating. Burial was in Cub Creek Baptist Church Cemetery.  

Mr. Ashley was born November 27, 1941 in Wilkes County to James Martin Ashley, Sr. and Geneva Sink Ashley.  He was retired after 35 dedicated years at Lowe's Companies. During his employment he worked as a Store Manager and a Regional Manager. James was a loving and devoted husband, father, grandfather and friend. He was a member of Cub Creek Baptist Church where he was a Faithful Deacon, Loved and Respected Sunday School Teacher, member of the Adult Choir and Hand Bell Choirs, Good News Club Teacher, served on the Building Committee, Maintenance Committee and the Expansion Committee. James was an avid Golfer. After retirement, he enjoyed spending his time working on his cattle farm and enjoying the beautiful mountain views. He was always helping or attending the many activities with his grandchildren. James was well known for his love of his family, his church and his tremendous work ethic. His best Friend, Bear, Black-Lab mix was always at his side, waiting for the last bite of anything that James ate.

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by a brother; Bill Ashley.

James is survived by his wife; Judy Ann Wayne Ashley of the home, two daughters; Jamie Ashley Beamon and Lorie Ashley Kerhoulas both of Wilkesboro, a son; James Martin Ashley, III "Jimmy" of Wilkesboro, five grandchildren; Anna Kerhoulas LaFave and husband Ethan, Stephen Kerhoulas and fiancé Clair Colburn, Martin Beamon, Jacob Beamon and Nicholas Ashley, a great grandchild; Addy Billings and two sisters; Ann Ashley and Jane Ashley both of Wilkesboro.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made in honor of grandchildren Anna and Jacob to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation Piedmont Triad Chapter 216 W. Market Street Suite B, Greensboro, NC 27401.

 Ann Whitworth, 83

Ann Hill Whitworth, age 83, passed away on Tuesday, June 4, 2019 at her home in Purlear, NC. She was born in Erwin, NC on November 12, 1935 to Frank Weaver, Sr. and Elsie Horrell Weaver.

Mrs. Whitworth was formerly employed at Liggett & Myers Tobacco Company and was retired from Duke Medical Center. She was a member of Greystone Baptist Church until her move to Purlear, NC in 2007. She was a member of New Hope Baptist Church, Purlear, NC until her passing.

She was preceded in death by her husband, Fred Roy Hill and her husband, Donald Whitworth.

She is survived by her daughter, Deborah Hill Yates of Purlear, NC; her son, Frederick A. Hill of Durham, NC; three grandsons, Ross B. Yates, and wife, Andrea of Mt. Pleasant, SC, Brett J. Yates of Millers Creek, NC, and Mark C. Yates of Purlear, NC and three great grandchildren, Finley Madison Yates, Bennett Reid Yates, and Cooper Hill Yates.

A memorial service will be held on June 29, 2019 at 2:00 PM at Greystone Baptist Church, Hillsborough Road, Durham, NC. A private burial at Maplewood Cemetery, Durham, NC will follow the memorial service. In lieu of flowers, the family requests that memorials be made to Wake Forest Care at Home Hospice, 126  Executive Drive, Suite 110, Wilkesboro, NC 28697.

Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.  

[univentoremarchived]

NEW OC: Joshua Andrés

LINK BIO PAGE 

Short summary: second in command at the Bloodworth company. Ayden’s uncle’s best friend (foster sibling as well) and trains Ayden most of the time, hoping Ayden will get to surpass him eventually and take over some of his workload. 

He’s an easygoing man, easy to talk to, but is also very temperamental. He’s a proud dad of a hellish toddler he takes care of during the weekends (will boast about little Diego as well). When he curses, it’s all in Spanish. He’s a smoker (except when he’s around his son) and rarely says no to a drink. 

Starter call will be posted later!

[decaffeinatedgentlemancrown]

Ayden had been shuffled around a lot, at the age of eight, he'd lived in sixteen foster homes. He wasn't a bad kid, he just had continuous nightmares about flames, screams, and sirens.

They happened every night and he would always wake up, crying and yelling for someone to help him. Sometimes, the foster parents ignored him, other times they would punish him for disrupting their sleep. Soon, he learned to stop yelling for help. He became withdrawn and shy, never talking to anyone. No one wanted to foster a kid like Ayden, let alone adopt him.

Ayden sat on the swing at the playground, waiting for his older foster brother, Clay, to come out of basketball practice. Ayden had been in this home for a week, with a woman who always took on the problem kids. Clay was fourteen and had been assigned to be Ayden's "foster buddy" who looked after him. Ayden always had to be with Clay, which meant going to practice after school with him.

Ayden had actually been excited to be able to be around older kids, but soon saw Clay's true colors. He invited his friends to make fun of Ayden, to trip him when he tried to walk past them, and even to punch him sometimes when the boys had had a rough day.

Ayden soon learned to stay away from Clay and his friends, electing to sit alone on the playground until it was time to go home.

Finally, Clay came out and Ayden breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see any of Clay's friends.

"Later, Loser, I'll be out a bit late." He said, before starting to walk away.

"You can't do that, Clay. Ms. Hunter will get mad, she'll punish me." Ayden pleaded.

"Sounds like a personal problem." Clay replied.

Ayden got up, running after Clay before Clay turned and pushed the younger boy down, delivering a swift kick to his ribs.

"No one likes you anyway. I could care less about you. In fact, I hope Ms. Hunter gets rid of you soon. I'm so sick of hearing you cry for your fucking mother all night, you baby. Get over it."

Ayden started to cry, for once remembering why he had the dreams. He remembered the fire and the screams were his mother's. The sirens came after, he remembered sitting on the curb where his mother had put him for hours alone. He waited for her. Yet, one day, he remembered hearing that his mother was dead, and that was it. He felt the pain, the pain of being so helpless and so small. He got up and punched Clay in his face as hard as he could, and charged into him, knocking him down. Then, he realized what he had done.

Soon after, a social services worker came again to collect Ayden. His file now went beyond the quiet kid stereotype and read that he was a fighter, a danger to other kids. He would never be adopted, he would simply be passed from Ms. Hunter to another Ms. Hunter. He knew, He had seen it happen.

He took his trash bag and loaded it into the car, without bothering to listen to the new worker introduce himself. Ayden didn't care where he was going.

Cedric Halloway had just taken the job and it was a tradition to give the newbie the hardest cases. As he looked in the rearview mirror, he didn't see a violent young man, he saw a scared, broken little boy. He pulled up to the office and pulled out his phone.

When Cedric arrived home with Ayden in tow, his husband, Andy, looked at him with a knowing look.

"I knew it, you couldn't resist bringing one home, even on your first day of the job." Andy smiled.

"Andy, this is Ayden." Cedric introduced them before they all sat down to dinner.

Andy and Cedric talked about their day, Andy taking Cedric's brief advice to not pressure the boy into talking just yet.

They went about the rest of their evening, ending with Cedric tucking Ayden into bed. Ayden drifted away to sleep, still unsure what to think of this home. He didn't think that it would last very long,especially if it was as nice as it seemed at all.

He awoke to the burning, the smoke, the screams, the night sky, his burning eyes, and tears running down his face.

"Mommy!" He yelled, before feeling himself tremble.

No, he was being shaken. He awoke to see Cedric's face in the dark.

"You're okay, Ayden. I'm here. You're here, it was just a bad dream."

Ayden felt the tears on his face and the blankets around him, covered in sweat.

"Hey, can you hold this for me, please?"

The boy looked down and saw the man's hand outstretched.

"That's your hand." Ayden murmured.

"Yeah."

Ayden took Cedric's hand and felt the love wash over him as he noticed Andy, who had been standing in the doorway come over to pull him into a side hug.

"It's okay, Ayden. We're here. We'll help you and keep you safe. You're okay now. We'll get you the help you need." Cedric assuringly whispered.

Writing Prompt #90

"Hey, can you hold this for me, please?"

"That's your hand."

"Yeah."

[shadow-alpha-02-draws]

Finishing off pride month with a ballroom dance as it were!

These two are Ayden Foster (the half-vampire), and Aloysius Blaz (who is part of a home brew race I made)! They are the main characters from webcomic that I never got around to making, tho they would have eventualy wound up together in it! :)

(Also take a peep at my other ocs dancing in the background :3)

[silverliningsrpg]

I. CHARACTER BASICS.

FULL NAME: Ángel Emmerson.

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Male & He/Him.

DATE OF BIRTH & AGE: May 30th, 1987 (33).

ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini.

HOMETOWN: Amory, New York.

CURRENT LOCATION: Beatrice’s Landing.

OCCUPATION: Owner of Pa’Lante Wellness Center.

HOW LONG THEY HAVE BEEN IN AMORY? Native — Most of his life.

FACECLAIM: Josh Segarra.

II. BIOGRAPHY.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Foster care, abuse, abandonment, violence, pregnancy.

All Angel has ever known about life is that it will never work out the way you plan but it will always be okay. Born Àngel Christian Ayala, his life began with rejection when his biological parents left him on the steps of a church when he was six months old. When he was old enough to understand he was told that his parents had died soon after his arrival at the church. He spent the first six years of his life in foster care pretty aware that where he was, wasn’t really a happy and loving place. He just figured that’s how most people grew up until he started going to school and realized that most people had parents. And then he had a pair of his own when he met Jan and Dawn Emmerson. He didn’t even know that people could have two moms and he was sure they were joking when they said they wanted to adopt him. But sure enough by his 7th birthday he had his own room in a nice house in Amory with a backyard and two moms who loved him so much he was pretty floored by it. 

For the first couple of years he couldn’t shake his fears, always thinking that something would happen and they would realize he wasn’t worth a home or that they’d get tired of him. But every year proved him wrong and he learned to settle down, especially as he got more and more siblings and suddenly his lonely life had turned into a literal dream. Whatever anger he held onto for the first six years of his life he channeled into sports. He played hockey and lacrosse and often joined Dawn in her wellness work. That led to him finding a pretty consistent love for yoga and mediation which are now a part of his everyday life. The Emmerson’s also have family yoga which his siblings have a varied reaction to but he loves anything that includes time with his family. 

Academics were never his strong suit but with the help of his family and his friends he was able to graduate and keep up with his athletic career. He received a scholarship to play lacrosse at UNC Chapel Hill where he majored in Exercise and Sports Science and minored in Latin American studies. Upon graduation, he was drafted to the Dalla Rattles where he played two years before playing out the rest of his professional lacrosse career for the New York Lizards. 

Ángel loved the benefit of playing for the Lizards since he’d just have to take a good hour and a half car ride to get home to Amory. When he wasn’t traveling for games or in Long Island for practice, he was at home in Amory, eventually buying a house in Beatrice’s Landing only a few minutes from his childhood home. His time playing for the Lizards was eventful to say the least. A bit of a party and play boy, he enjoyed the luxury of being close to New York City, not a stranger to the nightlife. He even got the chance to reconnect with his high school best friend and lowkey crush, Blake while she was living in New York City and playing professional soccer. But when one of their many hookups led to a pregnancy scare, their tight bond started to waver a bit, especially when he realized just how much he wanted kids. 

That wish would be granted a bit of time later when he met Nurse Candice Riley during a hospital visit after dislocating his shoulder in a matchup against his former team the Rattlers. Candice was like a breath of fresh air and though it started as a casual fling, he came to care about her and her son Ayden deeply. He found that his relationship with her felt like a missing piece, especially when he got to spend some off days taking care of Ayden when Candice had long shifts at work. A few months into their friendship and casual hooking up, Candice found out she was pregnant, a shock to both of them but an ultimately welcome one. When Candice was officially six months pregnant, Ángel announced his retirement and moved back home to Amory for good, bringing Candice, Ayden and soon to be born Jaden with him. Although Candice and Ángel absolutely adored each other, they both knew that they weren’t totally in love so they agreed to co-parent after he legally adopted Ayden as his own. 

Now the father of two, Ayden, currently five years old and Jaden, four years old, Ángel couldn’t imagine a better outcome, falling into the role of dad as if it was always meant for him. Three years ago he officially opened the Pa’lante Wellness Center in Amory Village that serves as a gym, yoga studio, pool and various services for youth and those wishing to re-enter the workforce at various stages of his life. The center is truly a dream fulfilled and he can often be found in the center’s lobby greeting folks or leading a group of youth towards their sessions that day whether it be for college readiness or building confidence. 

Ángel is an Amory native through and through, the kind of guy who knows everybody and makes sure to check in at least twice a week on all the people he cares about. He’s very much involved with the Amory community, especially the youth since he’s passionate about giving them chances he didn’t always have as a kid. He can usually be found with a big grin on his face and his booming voice can fill up any room. He’s had his fair share of ups and downs, including a year ago when he found out his biological parents were very much alive. But even with the more difficult times, he’s a big believer in leaning on his family, his community and no longer letting his anger be the driving force of his life.

III. PERSONALITY TRAITS.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Loyal, Energetic, Hard-Working.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Reckless, Pushy, Evasive.

[tothewaterhq]

THE BLOODBATH //

The following is a summary of the events of the 77th Games Bloodbath:

PHOENIX JUNG runs away from the Cornucopia. 

CASSIA FINCH and LUCKY VILLALOBOS fight over a large bag containing a LEATHER WHIP and CASSIA emerges with the item. CASSIA will receive two entries to the next survival raffle. LUCKY will receive a substantial injury, but grabs a PAIR OF SOCKS as they flee.

NIKE AURELIUS and GOLDIE BELCOURT fight over a large bag containing a SLEEVE OF FIVE THROWING KNIVES and GOLDIE emerges with the item. GOLDIE will receive two entries to the next survival raffle. NIKE will receive a substantial injury, but grabs a ROLL OF DUCT TAPE as they flee.

AUGUST SOLARIN runs away from the Cornucopia.

CALIX BELCOURT kills QUINOA DALE (D9 male tribute).

AGGIE O’CONNELL and RONNI RUIZ fight over a large bag containing a BOW AND FIVE ARROWS and AGGIE emerges with the item. AGGIE will receive two entries to the next survival raffle. RONNI will receive a substantial injury, but grabs a DECK OF PLAYING CARDS as they flee.

FREYA MESSERE and NOVA FOSTER fight over a small bag containing a COIL OF COPPER WIRE and NOVA emerges with the item. NOVA will receive one entry to the next survival raffle. FREYA will receive a mild injury, but grabs a PAIR OF TIE-DYED SHOELACES as they flee.

AGGIE O’CONNELL kills GEOF CARR (D6 male tribute). 

PIXEL DELAROUX kills RIVER CROSBY (D9 female tribute).

NADYA VASILIEV and CAIN WHITFIELD fight over a large bag containing an AXE and NADYA emerges with the item. NADYA will receive two entries to the next survival raffle. CAIN will receive a substantial injury, but grabs a SOUVENIR MUG as they flee.

JUDE PROULX and HARLEY DANIELS fight over a small bag containing a MEDICAL KIT (bandages + antiseptic cream) and JUDE emerges with the item. JUDE will receive one entry to the next survival raffle. HARLEY will receive a mild injury, but grabs a PAIR OF SUNGLASSES as they flee.

NADYA VASILIEV kills KARLIN HAZELTON (D7 female tribute).

LANDON BROWNING and LEON DE CASTANHEIRA fight over a large bag containing a SWORD and LANDON emerges with the item. LANDON will receive two entries to the next survival raffle. LEON will receive a substantial injury, but grabs a SMALL BOTTLE OF HAND SANITIZER as they flee.

CAIN WHITFIELD kills AYDEN MCINTOSH (D3 male tribute)

FREYA MESSERE kills LUCA FELTON (D8 male tribute).

KARLIN HAZELTON (D7 Female) and PIXEL DELAROUX fight over a small bag containing a SET OF MATCHES and Pixel emerges with the item. PIXEL will receive one entry to the next survival raffle.

QUINOA DALE and CALIX BELCOURT fight over a large bag containing a CROSSBOW WITH FIVE BOLTS and CALIX emerges with the item. CALIX will receive two entries to the next survival raffle.

[ A mild injury is one that throws off your tribute enough to simply lose the item they’re fighting for. Examples include: black eye, scratches, small cuts and scrapes ]

[ A substantial injury is one that will affect your tribute throughout the rest of the Games or that will require some medical treatment. Examples include sprains, breaks, and twists, deep cuts, broken ribs, concussions ]

[mpxayden]

TW (?): language

It was drizzling outside, and there was a storm coming up from inside Ayden’s heart, mind, and soul. 

He should have listened to his gut feelings this morning, to call Ahri to inform her that he would work from home today. Deadlines were still a couple of days away, so he should finish the editing and still have plenty of hours to paint or go for an impromptu live stream, or just take a long nap as an extra reward. 

But no, he made himself drag his feet all the way to the office, curling up on the old ergonomic chair with his feet bare (for his sneakers were terribly dampened due to the rain), and fixing the graphic to keep himself distracted from the fact that he had left his favourite coffee mug at home. 

Right after Ayden made a silent wish for things not to go any more wrong than they were already been for the day, Murphy’s law - in the form of a co-worker - came in to punch him in the stomach with a single name. 

“Inari.” 

Ayden almost spat the name out once their eyes met, his whole face was an exhibition of aversion for how the goddess’ voice jarring on his sensitive ears, and how she, the very last individual he ever wished to meet, just barge into his workplace and showed him how much she did not care. 

“Fine, if you want to hear it that much then, Inari, you are not my mother.” 

The demigod punctuated each word with the pure hatred nurtured exclusively for her throughout years of agony and fighting for survival, the length was counted from the first act of mistreatment he could remember done by his so-called foster parents. Despite trying to keep his voice low, Ayden was visibly vibrating with anger, the usually merry gleams in his eyes darkened into a strange desire to make her feel the anguish he had gone through. Murderous gaze and low voice tone should be an acceptable combination for a valid threat, but there was a tiny hint of hurt, of vulnerability and disappointment laced in the bitter words fired at Inari.  

“I hate you, and I hate the fact that you gave birth to me and Yeji. You just dropped us at a fucking hell on earth and then dipped for like, twenty-two years. And now you’re fucking here telling me that you’re my mother? Why don’t you just go get rotten in hell or wherever the hole you’re from already?! ”

Foxtrot

with @mpxayden

After meeting with one of her kits, Inari might have changed her original stance of waiting for her children to come to them. While Yeji had been a darling, now Inari was more than curious to meet the others. It didn't even occur to Inari to actually make sure the others wanted to meet them too. They were just that curious.

It didn't take that long for Inari to trace one of them down. It wasn't complicated, Amaterasu had been reluctant to share the information, but Inari managed to distract her with questions about her new husband. That gave Inari time enough to discover where one of her children worked.

And so that was where Inari was, lurking slightly around at the Phoenix Rises offices, examining where one of her kits worked. The other people working were friendly enough, even the editor-in-chief, despite the fact she told Inari that Ayden wouldn't want to see her.

"And I told your boss that can't be right. Because when else would you get to yell at your mother, right?" Inari asked the question as soon as their son appeared.

[thearsonistbitch]

Anna’s Dead

Juniper always had mixed feelings for things and this so called murder didn’t change that. She had deliberately avoided the fairgrounds for more reasons than one, most pertaining to the past when Trent trapped them all there and murdered Maddox. She didn’t want to relive those feelings again. So many people in her life had died since then and she didn’t want to relive them either. So she stayed as far away from the event as she could.

Annarosa was dead. It was the talk of the town, the first thing that Juniper knew of. The first thing she heard out of anyone’s mouth, though their faces showed otherwise. Her face proved to show that she didn’t care that the bitch was dead or alive. Hearing the rumor that it was Talia who done it, caused a slightly different reaction. A small reaction of dread and anger. But then again, she knew better than to trust anyone. Because in the end, it could have just been the other way around. Talia could have just had the advantage at the time. All she knew was that that meant Talia was most likely the one to put everyone through what they had went through and what most thought was Annarosa’s doing. Talia was possibly another Trent within Sloane.

Juniper knew this would happen eventually. It was just a matter of waiting and seeing who would step up to the plate and try to be as bad as Trent Foster himself. And it seemed like Talia had that bravery if the rumors proved themselves true. She knew no matter what, the future would be shit.

Those feelings were quickly replaced with a great hurt and hatred when she heard what had happened after the murder of Annarosa. Talia had killed Ayden as well. Sweet little Ayden. How could anyone do that? After hearing that, she understood how their faces didn’t match the talk about Annarosa. They weren’t sad for her passing they were sad for his and so was Juniper. Ayden was a very close friend of hers, someone that she confided in many times and even worked on a secret project with. He couldn’t really be dead could he?

Every thought of Annarosa would leave the blondes thoughts, replacing with anger and sadness for Ayden and his death. She didn’t know how, where, what, or when but she knew Talia was going to pay for what she did to Ayden. Juniper didn’t give a shit about Annarosa, all she cared for what Ayden, his death, and possible vengeance. She was probably stupid for it, but she didn’t give a damn.