#hes the same height as lucia

[shin-to-buri]

thinks about this lee screenshot i got right when i started playing

[someartistsammy]

Made an extended lineup for the chibis + a version that has all of their more realistically sized models as well.

LGM + AGS version under the cut for myself.

5/26/24 EDIT: This keeps getting notes and I have no clue if people will see this but 3ish months back they released a wallpaper with the girls showing Lucia as possibly taller than Cloud, if not at least the tallest of the girls, so it can be assumed that the scaling for the FS characters might be off due to being modeled separately.

[liliesmultiverse]

⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙ nepo baby reality intro!!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ reality info!!

: ̗̀➛ it's currently december 20, 2024

: ̗̀➛ a woman named Carmen Leala Ramos won the 2024 U.S. presidential election. she is puerto rican, a lesbian and married to a transgender woman.

: ̗̀➛ world peace. all countries are at peace with each other and no wars will ever break out between them.

: ̗̀➛ equality. all genders are seen as equal by everyone and all have the same oppurtunities as each other. all religions are respected as are all races & sexualities.

: ̗̀➛ the world. the world is as healthy as it possibly can be and everyone works together to take extremely good care of it. climate change & global warming aren't a thing and there isn't any kind of pollution (esp. light pollution). all animals are completely safe and none are being hunted or going extinct by human cause. natural disasters happen way less and all countries always have medical & other resources available. no country is suffering from poverty, overpopulation or hunger. taxes and inflation don't exist and the economy is in a wonderful state all over the world.

: ̗̀➛ wilbur soot, elon musk, amber heard, kanye west, gracie abrams, danielle rose russell, j.k. rowling, sam taylor, donald trump & joe biden don't exist

: ̗̀➛ criminals of any kind are extremely rare to the point that most jails are actually empty. criminals also can't run for president or ever be in any position of power.

: ̗̀➛ healthcare is affordable for everyone and there's a day dedicated each month to giving homeless people free health check-ups. abortion is legal everywhere.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ about me!!

name: liliana amore evans

nickname(s): lily, lils, lil, anne, annie

age: 20

date of birth: september 10, 2004

birthplace: new orleans, louisiana

ethnicity: italian, french & irish

height: 5'4"

occupation: actress, twitch streamer & youtuber

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my backstory!!

: ̗̀➛ i was born on september 10, 2004 in new orleans, louisiana to christopher robert evans & my CR mom. i am the younger sister of my two CR siblings and the older sister of walker lee evans. i am the goddaughter of zachary alexander bagans & scarlett ingrid johansson. i've loved acting ever since i was little thanks to my dad & godmother and landed my first role when i was 7 years old. i began streaming on twitch & posting on youtube when i was 14 in my free time.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my filmography & roles!!

tv shows:

: ̗̀➛ shameless ; maisie 'maze' gallagher, carl's twin sister (2011-2021)

: ̗̀➛ grimm (1 ep.) ; april granger (2012)

: ̗̀➛ stranger things ; isabella charlotte 'bella' harrington, steve's little sister (2016-?)

: ̗̀➛ the originals (s5) ; hope andréa mikaelson (2018)

: ̗̀➛ legacies ; hope andréa mikaelson (2018-2022)

: ̗̀➛ a million little things ; sophie dixon (2018-2023)

: ̗̀➛ pretty little liars ; imogen adams (2022-?)

: ̗̀➛ bridgerton ; hyacinth bridgerton (2023-?)

movies:

: ̗̀➛ a walk among the tombstones ; lucia (2014)

: ̗̀➛ aloha ; grace woodside (2015)

: ̗̀➛ wonder ; miranda navas (2017)

: ̗̀➛ the greatest showman ; caroline barnum (2017)

: ̗̀➛ godzilla: king of the monsters ; madison russell (2019)

: ̗̀➛ godzilla vs. kong ; madison russell (2021)

: ̗̀➛ all too well: the short film ; her (2021)

: ̗̀➛ scream ; freya tatum riley, daughter of dewey riley & gale weathers (2022)

: ̗̀➛ scream vi ; freya tatum riley (2023)

: ̗̀➛ teen wolf: the movie ; evangeline 'eva' hale, derek's daughter & eli's twin (2023)

: ̗̀➛ damsel ; princess elodie (2024)

: ̗̀➛ nosferatu ; ellen hutter (2024)

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my dad!!

name: christopher robert evans

nickname(s): dad, chris

age: 45

date of birth: june 13, 1979

birthplace: boston, massachusetts

ethnicity: irish-italian

height: 6'0"

occupation: actor

sexuality: straight

pronouns: he/him

spouse: my CR mom :)

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my younger brother!!

name: walker lee evans

age: 15

date of birth: january 5, 2009

birthplace: new orleans, louisiana

ethnicity: italian, french & irish

height: 5'9"

occupation: actor

sexuality: tbd

pronouns: he/him

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my future husband!!

name: aaron perry johnson

age: 34

date of birth: june 13, 1990

birthplace: liverpool, england

ethnicity: english-mexican

height: 6'4"

occupation: actor

sexuality: pansexual

pronouns: he/him

our trope: friends to lovers

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my best friends!!

[valeovalairs]

Spoilers for TMK episode 6

Okay. Opened ended ending. Right. We get to theorize about what we think happened after they fell if we want, whether they lived or died.

Well I propose arguably the worst possible outcome that I haven’t seen anyone else suggest, and the one that to me personally feels like the most likely one.

Jin and Pebble survive the fall, but Lucia doesn’t. 

My logic. Mostly I just think that since Lucia was probably at an even greater height then Jin and Pebble were when she finally fell, and since she was actively wasting featherfall since iirc she cast it on all of them at the same time and it only lasts a minute. Who knows how long she was up there, maybe just a turn maybe a few seconds longer since I think turn order ended. Once she fell there might not have been enough featherfall left for her to land safely. If we’re being super hopeful, she pulls off what she did at the start of episode four and lives. But i just don’t think you can get that lucky twice. So like, that’s my theory, personally.

And can you just imagine how devastating it would be for Jin, who had accepted that he would likely die and wanted Lucia to make it out with her life, to survive, while Lucia doesn’t?

Sorry, having thoughts and now I’m sad.

[ofmagique]

[ he/him, cisman ] greetings to all of our listeners! we start today’s potterwatch with a long-awaited update on noah pucey who was finally spotted alive just last night, wandering the streets of london. for those of you who haven’t tuned in before, they are a twenty-six year old pureblood slytherin alum who works as a mediwizard. they are oddly reminiscent of papers all over their space, rolled up sleeves, the need to always help, a pencil behind their ear, bedhead, lingering smell of coffee and dark shadows under their eyes. which makes sense considering their determination, empathy, resourcefulness, over-critical, impatient, and overdoing nature. you might know of them as the biological child of adrian and lucia pucey, and we’re sure that their family will be relieved to hear they’re safe and sound — or at least as much as you can be, in times like this. to all our listeners, if you catch a glimpse of someone who looks a bit like that muggle froy gutierrez, that’s them. before approaching, please be aware that they’re rumored to be affiliated with the neutrals, so best proceed with caution. these are dangerous times we’re living in. well, thanks for tuning in, folks. we’ll play ourselves out with hurts by the head and the heart.

{ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N }

LEGAL NAME: Noah Pucey NICKNAME[S]: 

DATE OF BIRTH | AGE: March 26th || 26  GENDER | SPECIES: Cis Man | Wix BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, OCCUPATION:  Mediwizard (Specializes in Quidditch Injuries) CRIMINAL RECORD: None DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Yes | No | No

PERSONALITY TRAITS: determination, empathy, resourcefulness, over-critical, impatient, overdoing

{ P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIR COLOR: Black. EYE COLOR: Blue. HEIGHT: 5′ 10″ WEIGHT:  145 lbs / 65 kg. TATTOOS: None. PIERCINGS: Ears. 

{ F A M I L Y I N F O R M A T I O N }

PARENTS: Adrian and Lucia Pucey SIBLING[S]: None ( Could have adopted siblings later on perhaps? ) PET[S]: N/A

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Bisexual. PAST RELATIONSHIPS: MARITAL STATUS: Single WITH WHO: 

{M A G I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N }

PATRONUS: Crow WAND:  Ebony, 9 1/2, Unicorn Hair, Rigid BOGGART: Teeth falling out

{ A B O U T }

Adrian despite growing up around the type of people who believed in Voldemort's cause and even being friends with some, always maintained a neutral stance on the issue. He didn't want to get involved and he didn't think it was smart and so he didn't. Being a professional Quidditch player meant that sometimes he had to travel a lot and could keep himself busy and away from the chaos that was brewing. He had done his best to not get involved with anyone due to being at the peak of his career but eventually he fell in love and settled down with a Healer who helped him after a bad Quidditch injury where he had to stay for a few weeks to get physical therapy.

Noah was not planned at all after the couple had only been married for a few months but regardless, Lucia and Adrian were more than happy to welcome their baby boy. The pregnancy wasn't easy on Lucia and she had to take bed rest for it. Noah was born premature but despite the odds being against him, he grew up healthy-- for the most part. Due to the complications from his birth, Noah has asthma that he never grew out of though he's learned how to cope.

Noah was always in awe when he saw his father play. He wanted to be a Chaser just like him but the truth was that he probably would never be able to due to the physical demand for Quidditch practice but that didn't stop him from learning all he could for the sport.

He wasn't oblivious to what was going on around him and being sorted in the same house as his father, Adrian taught Noah how to navigate around said people without really ever giving an opinion or allowing himself to be drawn in. He was very clear with his son on what to expect and what to avoid and Noah did just that. Always keeping people at an arm's length until he really knew what their intentions were. For the most part, Noah tried to be friendly with everyone but some people made it easier than others.

After graduating, he knew that he couldn't follow in his father's footsteps and though Adrian had retired already and always assured him that he'd be proud of him no matter what, Noah decided to take after both of his parents. He went on to train to become a mediwizard who specialized in Quidditch injuries and could be at games in case something went wrong for the players. This allowed Noah to still be close to the game while doing something that would make both his parents proud. He is a very well known and respected mediwizard who sometimes is also asked for tips from the players, knowing who's son he is. Sometimes he tends to be a bit of workaholic but that's only because he enjoys what he does. He's very hard on himself and just wants to do his best to make his parents proud and a name for himself as well outside of just being Adrian Pucey's son.

He knows there's darkness brewing that he won't be able to ignore forever but he always keeps all the things his father has taught him and the kindness that his mother reminds him to show to people in mind. However, he feels like there may come a point where unlike his father, he won't be able to turn a blind eye to the things that are happening and may take a side to help keep the peace that lasted as long as it did.

[mionie]

🅂🅄🅁🆅🄸🅅🄰🄻 🄼🄸🅂🅂🄸🄾🄽 🄸🄽 🆃🄷🄴 🅆🄾🅁🄻🄳 🄾🅵 🄿🄶🅁

(A/N: sorry that it took too long for me to update this series. School's been busy😭. Anyway, enjoy guys❤️)

Log_04

"Hang in there, Commandant!" The medic said, holding the trembling hands of Julia on her lap. The spaceship they used just begun to enter the spacecraft.

Babylonia Spacecraft was MASSIVE. The in-game loading illustration looked the same as what she was witnessing, but she didn't expected this to be gigantic. If she were to put into comparison the Space station and their current vehicle, it's similar to comparing an ant to a vending machine.

Julia held back the bile rising at the back of her throat, watching their ship enter one of the more than 50 loading compartments.

She had been vomiting since she boarded the spaceship and out of the atmosphere, now, she had to adjust to the sudden change from anti-gravity to applied-gravity of the station. The ship released pressure and the construct pilot signaled them that was now okay to unboard the ship.

Her team members removed the harnesses attached to them while Julia just slipped herself out of the belts. As expected, her legs were wobbly and Liv supported her out of the cockpit.

Blinding light entered her sight as they walked down the ramp. A gasp left her chapped lips as she saw the size of the loading compartment. It was able to fit eight spaceships. Constructs and human personnel moved with precision as they handle crates of food, weapons, and many other things.

An officer greeted them, saluting to the elite squad of Babylonia. Lucia, at the front salute as well. Lee and Liv nodded at him.

"Welcome back, Gray Raven. President Hassen had requested your audience. I'll be escorting you there." They followed him towards a Humvee and they drove to the central receiving area. The Central Receiving Area was a large space with two-way, four lanes connecting to others compartments and sections of the craft. There was also a tall tower that serves as information and management centers that for supplies and people at the bottom. Inside the tower were elevators connecting the top and bottom floors.

The Humvee dropped them off to the foot of the tower and they rode the elevator toone of the top floors. Her eyes sparkled at the height of the elevator shaft until they reached the their destination.

The top floor was breathtaking. Liv had to nudge her gently to keep her moving. The Command Center overlooked the space. You can see the distant stars shining into the dark void, and spacecrafts hovering near Babylonia. They descended a flight of stairs and went to the small platform were a young woman with blonde hair tied into braids, and an old man with an eye patch was discussing things.

Lucia, Liv, and Lee saluted towards the man and Julia followed their gesture. The old man, Hassen, turned towards them and smiled.

Gosh, he's more handsome in personal. Aged like fine wine.

"Welcome back, Gray Ravens." The woman beside him, Celica, waved at them.

"President Hassen, Gray Raven, here as you requested." Lucia said, stepping forward.

He nodded, "I wanted to hear about your reports personally regarding your mission. As you all know, it's not that simple."

"Shall we head to the meeting room?" Celica smiled angelically, leading them towards an empty room with a long table and seats located at the center of the room. They sat down while Celica remained standing beside Hassen.

"How was the mission." Hassen started, getting himself comfortable at the head of the table.

"Corrupted were scattered within the perimeter of City-005. No signs of survivors, but we came across animals every 1 kilometer, mostly dogs and birds." Lucia said.

Liv opened her screen and played it at the center of the table. It showed data and video clips attached on her report, "each corrupted we encountered were similar to frame and design from the typical corrupted we encountered before. However, according to what I gathered, there was a 1.892 percent change of their attacks and behavior but it was dealt with accordingly."

Lee added while he played one of the recorded video of their fight, "the slight shift of their behavior was only recorded near the edges of the city. No more similar change was detected as we got inside."

"I see." Hassen continued watching the video until it finished before turning to the ineardly confused commandant.

"Commandant [+1-!/],, what are your thoughts?" She jumped when she didn't hear her name. Her ears tickled from the computerized sound of her supposed-to-be name was uttered by her Commander.

What... was that? Am I okay?

Celica looked the shocked Commandant with worry. She could see eyebags hanging heavily under her eyes and interrupted him, "President Hassen, shall I get us some beverages?"

"Hm? That would be a great idea, Celica. Coffee for me plea--"

"Water? Okay, water for President Hassen. How about you, Gray Raven?" She ignored her superior's whine as she turned to the team.

"We don't require that, Celica, but thank you." Lucia nodded in gratitude, but Celica was having none of it. It seemed like she made up her mind as she chirped, "water as well? Alright, three more water added on the list! How about the Commandant?"

Me? "Ah... Water as well, please."

"Alright. I'll be back with water soon. Everyone, please use the time to relax first." She said as she left the room.

They were silent the whole time. The three constructs rigidly sat on their chairs, while Hassen just closed his eyes and leaned back on his seat peacefully. As for the alien in the room, Julia burried her face in her arms on top of the table, letting her eyes shut while they wait for their water.

She could understand their conversation but she had a hard time processing what they said. Then another problem arose, her name wasn't uttered freely, as if her name was being censored. She thought back to what happened to her profile back in the bathroom.

Moments later, Celica returned holding a tray of their own glasses of water and side snacks. The humans in the room munched on the snacks Celica provided while the constructs sipped their water. For the time they had their shirt break, Julia was glad Celica was the one doing most of the talking. President Hassen was occasionally the center of the topic with her openly expressed her bitterness regarding her work, her salary, how her direct boss was a workaholic, and many more complaints.

She knew what her predicament was, and she was aware that she was losing her mind. However, as much as she worried about her isekai'd situation, plus the sudden responsibility placed on her shoulder as a soldier and a commandant, she temporarily freed herself from those gnawing worries.

Julia took a last bite from the plain, but subtly sweet biscuit, "... President Hassen ought to be mindful of his health as much as he is to his employees," she joined in, earning a gasp from the old man. Celica nodded in irritation, "right? Is he even aware of how much it worries us? Maybe he thinks he's still as strong as he was in his prime."

"Ahem, Celica, I'm still here, you know?" He sighed. The poor man could not do anything but accept their words, as painful as they may.

"Right. Has everyone finished eating? Good, we will be resuming our discussion," Celica stood up and Hassen nodded, "Commandant, shall we hear about your input of this mission?"

Julia calmed herself, donning a confident persona. She should not fail this, her future lies at the outcome of her delivery. She practiced her lines and any possible questions given to her back in the Babylonia transport terminal.

"None, sir. The mission went alright."

"I read in Liv's health-check report that you were experiencing shock and temporary disorientation?"

"Yes. It almost cost us the success of the mission. This is due to my incompatibility and recklessness," she bowed her head towards her superior in apology.

Celica looked at her, "do you plan in having yourself check?"

"I'll have Liv do it, if it's okay with her?"

"Yes! Of course, it's okay, Commandant!" The soft construct smiled before tilting her head, "I will ensure that Commandant's back to her past self."

"Okay. We'll be counting on you, Liv," Hassen nodded to the girl. He then stood up, the others followed, "then this meeting's adjourned. Commandant [+1-!/], I will be expecting the documented report." Him and Celica left and the the team were left inside.

Julia released a sign, a hand on her chest. That was nerve-wracking. Even though they were nice, they still hold authority over her. She consoled her weak heart. Julia turned to her team, "shall we go? And uh, I might need support." I'm gonna use my excuse of dizziness so they will lead me to our room. Exploit of authority? Lol, maybe. She smiled at her thoughts.

Lucia supported Julia as she wobbled down the large and very, very, very, very long hallways of the Command center. Why couldn't they ride the Humvee once more? Or at least, should they build a transport belt for faster transportation.

She looked around their destination, they kept on walking from hallway to hallway, and not once did she saw the outside. Well, exploration comes later after she memorized the twists and turns they made earlier. She'll need to inquire Liv of a map later.

Soon, they arrived at a door with a sign saying "Gray Raven Dormitory" and entered. They entered they were greeted by their lobby. Julia's gray eyes widened. Their dormitory lobby looked the exact same thing as the default background of the in-game lobby.

"Wow..."

"What is?"

"Nothing." Lee raised one of his eyebrow before going to, Julia assumed, his room. Liv proceeded to the kitchen, saying that she needed to prepare healthy food and medications for their Commandant. Lucia assisted her until they reached her room at the corner of the dormitory.

"I'll be going now, Commandant. If there's anything you need, please yell."

"Uh, yes. Thank you, Lucia."

Lucia nodded before entering the first room aligning Lee's. The room in the middle must be Liv's.

She entered her supposed room and noticed how simple and bland the room was, same to their room in the terminal. Although, the difference was the existing pictures placed on the wall. She took a closer look. They were picture of her team, some were they posed with the camera, others were taken by the Commandant without their knowing.

Her fingertips traced the edges of the photos until she reached the corner of the mosaic of pictures. She sat on the bed and kept her eyes on the pictures. There were only a handful of photos on the wall, but each of them told a story. Based on Lucia's frame earlier, Dawn, she could surmise that she was either in Chapters 3 to 6. Looking back at the photos, it showed that there was still tension and awkwardness with the group.

She took out her notebook and started writing.

Number 2. Investigate and study.

- take note of the timeline in the game.

- make sure not to arouse suspicion from others, especially Gray Raven and the higher-ups

- memorize Babylonia layout

- familiarize the rules and regulations of the station, as well as the norms

- study battle strategies and tactics

- familiarize with the command and heirarchy of the system

She tapped the pen on her chin, thinking of other things to include on her to-do list.

- study and practice use of weapons

- familiarize with medicines especially the serum

- in every mission, a report should be made

Maybe these are all of them? She triple read the list she made before closing her notes and lying down on the bed. Weariness started to settle on her system before she jolted up again.

Right. Hassen said he would be waiting for the report...

She swallowed the knot in her throat and made her way to the table at the corner of the room. On the desk, there were papers were scattered with scribbles and formal writing, and two stacks of documents remained untouched on the floor beside the desk. With the amount of work to be done, she sank on the chair and cursed the original Gray Raven Commandant for their negligence. Well, she was not sure if the original Commandant was negligent and lazy, but she blamed them anyway.

She began segregating useful papers from trash-related ones before studying the pattern of delivery of the Commandant. It would take time, yes, but she need to send a report as soon as possible to earn her much needed rest.

[pretttydemonwrites]

OC Masterlist

Below you will find a list of what I consider my main cast of characters. I often write the same characters into different universes/plots/etc, so I essentially have my own little multiverse in my head. With that in mind, this list will be very basic info like name, description, and personality in broad strokes. I will also include the "universe" that I most commonly write them in though.

This is by no means a complete list, just the ones that tend to feature in my writing The Most. It is still long as hell, so you can find the list of characters under the cut!

Cassandra Lynn Mathers - aka Cass - she/her - late 20s/early 30s - a short, fat woman with thick curly hair that is naturally a true ginger color, but she typically keeps it dyed a darker cherry red. her hair usually reaches the bottom of her shoulder blades. her eyes are a very light blue, almost gray color and her skin is mostly pale, with some pink undertones. most often wearing shorts and a tank top or t-shirt, often cropped. she is a cis woman. - she is quick tempered and kind of bitchy, but she is also extremely protective and maternal. when she warms up to someone, she'll likely take on a motherly role and bake them a ton of sweets - most common universe she appears in is a supernatural story that takes place in a tiny town in Colorado populated entirely by various supernatural creatures, and in that universe she is a werewolf Victoria Jane Nixon - aka Vicky - she/her - mid 20s - a tall, toned woman with a truly massive amount of brown/black hair, usually kept in a blown out afro styled into a fauxhawk type situation, sometimes with one side of her head shaved. she has warm toned medium brown skin with dark brown eyes. standard outfit is ratty denim cutoffs, fishnets, and a black high necked sleeveless top with a red leather jacket and a spiked black choker. she has several ear piercings, an eyebrow piercing, and a nostril piercing. vicky is a trans woman - she is playful and flirtatious, but easily flustered. under duress, she can become quite cruel and bloodthirsty, but carries a lot of guilt around because of this. she craves affection to an extreme degree. - currently Vicky is a character in an ongoing Monster of the Week campaign about a horror rock band in the late 80s/early 90s. she started as a secret agent undercover, left the agency, and then got turned into a werewolf. still in the band though!

Lucia Voronov - aka Luci - she/her - early to mid 30s - a woman of average height with shaggy cropped white blonde hair. she has somewhat dark green eyes and pale, lightly freckled skin. typical outfit consists of thick jeans, combat boots, and a brown leather jacket over a plain t-shirt (i'm not gonna beat around the bush, please just imagine dean winchester with like...small boobs and lighter hair). she has a thin but noticeable scar running vertical down her right eye. wears small studs in her ears but no other piercings. she is a cis woman. - usually pretty standoffish and detached, always ready to fight. she can be charming when she needs to be, but nine times out of ten she'll just try to intimidate her way through a problem. softer side comes out when talking about her family/people she cares for or when she's playing violin - haven't included Lucia in anything in a hot minute tbh, but her standard version in my brain is from the same supernatural story as Cass (albeit a different iteration of it) and she's a monster hunter Demitri Voronov - aka Michi - he/him - early to mid 30s (Lucia's twin brother) - shorter than average man with jet black hair, usually kept in an undercut with the top long enough to keep up in a ponytail. same dark green eyes and pale freckled skin. typical outfit varies wildly depending on the day from your classic jeans and band tee to mini skirts and tank tops. he has a septum ring and small studs in his ears similar to Lucia's. he is also a trans man. - easily the more approachable twin, Demitri is friendly and playful and enjoys hanging out with people. he flirts with anyone and everyone, but he typically avoids real intimacy at all costs and keeps most everyone at a bit of a distance. he's just friendly enough that people don't always notice. - so. admittedly, Demitri is usually dead. part of Lucia's backstory. however I keep throwing him into monster erotica so if you see him alive and well it's probably gonna be in something like that!

Harper Jameson - they/them - late 20s - short but muscular individual with fairly straight white hair that is always kept in a braid that usually hangs to the side over their shoulder. they have bright blue/green eyes and peachy toned skin. standard outfit is either a t-shirt (usually with some floral design) with overalls or a floral sundress. either way they're wearing Converse type shoes or no shoes. they are nonbinary. - have you ever met sunshine personified? now you have. Harper is an extremely kind and selfless individual, but they can also be incredibly anxious. a people pleaser through and through. they have a strong desire to help others and forge community ties with the people around them - would you guess that they're also usually a werewolf...I may be changing that soon though cuz I think I might just be a little too werewolf heavy. I did also throw Harper in a Star Trek TTRPG for a bit though and that was neat!

Sebastian Hart - aka Seb - he/him - late 30s early 40s - average height, fit but not overly muscular man with a close fade of black hair. he has dark brown skin with cool undertones and eyes so dark brown they almost look black. standard outfit is a business suit or he might do some more casual slacks and a henley/crewneck type situation. he is a cis man. - Sebastian starts off as the strong silent type, but he's actually quite personable under that. however, he values quiet and alone time so he can get pretty burnt out on socializing. loves kids an animals and is very family oriented. occasionally struggles with his more pessimistic side and tries to remain at least realistic if not optimistic. - Okay look I swear they're not all werewolves. in my writing he has appeared as one, yeah, but I think the actual most recent thing was another Monster of the Week campaign where he was a private detective working with a bunch of weirdos trying to take down a mega corporation a la Umbrella. so there. Max - pronouns vary, defaults to he/him - mid to late 20s - some characters have a standard outfit. max has a standard uh...skin? sure let's go with that. he usually looks like a random nondescript brunette white guy, usually has a bit of 5'o clock shadow, and heavy bags under his eyes. he's usually in scrubs or a paramedic uniform, but the situation may vary. - max is a well meaning trainwreck. good guy, performs rather well under pressure, but isn't the best about like, taking care of himself or socializing well. he's at his best when someone is bossing him around. - he's not a werewolf! he's a shapeshifter! it counts as something different! but also I put him in a MOTW campaign once. i do not remember what he really did though other than smoke weed.

Racquel Last Name Subject to Change - ze/zem or they/them - ?????? - a tall slender individual with straight black hair usually styled in a sort of pompadour type situation. ze have reddish brown skin, with one side of zir torso pretty much covered in scar tissue. zir eyes are either completely black, sclera and all, or again just deep brown/almost back. also sometimes will have two black horns that curl kind of like a ram's atop zir head. - ze is an incredibly protective individual and that honestly drives most of zir decisions. Racquel cares about specific people and if you are not one of those people then you can choke. ze can be extremely reckless and overconfident at times, but overall ze are just trying to McFuckin Survive - first featured in a D&D campaign for one session as a centaur, then a different campaign as a tiefling (hence the horns) and in other works ze has been a vampire. many such iterations.

[morrisonrs]

The World's Calling Chapter 3: Rally

The 60-something candidates that were still left over were already nervous as hell about meeting with this kind of man. Outside of the building sat 30 Animalia, 20 Humans, and 10 standard Mechanoid units. While the weight of the camp was tense, the man who sat in front of them certainly didn’t match that tone. He was known as Viare Diamo. While he was known within the Union for fulfilling a more “hands-on” niche, his skin was as fair as any piece of silk, and his eyes were as blue as any sky. Auburn hair wrapped in a ponytail and a sharp smile looked out at the crowd of novices as he twirled a butterfly knife in his hands, in suspense for some fated moment. As Lucia pulled up a chair next to him, a look of disappointment entered his eyes, while a look of barely restrained annoyance entered hers.

As the two stared at each other with disdain in their eyes, it was at that moment that a lagomorphic beast-kin raised his hand.

“May I ask what we’re supposed to-”

Before the rabbit could even finish his sentence, an ashen gray blur flew between the paw gap of the lagomorph, and with a small buzz piercing through the air, it landed in the wall of Lucia’s former office space. The rabbit could only look down at his paw with gratefulness that it wasn't skewered.

With a simple whistle and look at the distance his blade traveled, Diamo could only say -

“God, I love doing that.”

Lucia responded to this statement by smacking her coworker in the back of the head.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed one of these days.”

Diamo could only look at her with a sly smile. “What? By some bolt-action idiot? It’s just a bit of hazing, Lucia. They’ll face worse as a Runner.”

“You’ll face worse if you don’t sit down and shut up. And stop with the knife throwing, we’re renting this place still.”

“I’ll have you know that these are premium steel throwing knives and they’re worth more than you’ll ever make.”

Lucia put a hand on her chin in thought. “How much do you think they’ll sell for if I melted them down? Since you love tossing them around so carelessly”, she sarcastically queried.

Diamo hugged himself and his sleeves rattled dramatically.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

As the both of them argued over the merits of decorative knife work over welding it to the owner's head, Rhys looked around at her fellow potential coworkers. The chrome heads were definitely the best out of all of them, outright reflective by how much they shined. She was also sure one of them was buzzing which did not help soothe the tenseness of the overall situation. The other species were wearing scraps and some looked about a day away from keeling over. Humans and beast-kin were known for being mangy and while not feral, they were certainly desperate. No one was completely sure what a Notary job required but with how the Union was going all in on advertisement and the meeting of the Heads, it was bound to be important. Jobs like this with this kind of security didn’t come often and they certainly weren’t going to be picky. While the Runner’s Union accepted everybody, their numbers and turnover rate were certainly something that turned people away. More of the sentient populace would’ve joined but they had their reasons.

One by one, the representatives of the major populace, save for the Mirepods, were put between Lucia and Diamo. All of them stood together, but at differing heights and different levels of presence. While Frida held her same energy of discipline and focus and Reimos a pillar of fear and respect, Ivy stood taller than them all, and eyes focused on her lacked respect or fear. The Mutts, the Lagomorphs, and all other subspecies looked at her with the oddest yet most familiar emotion to Ivy. Inherent Rejection. Finally, the pillars of the community properly gathered as the next man approached the stage. Vig Hartland.

One of the major issues of Mash-Al was that the different bickering societies that had crashed onto the planet’s seemingly endless surface had found themselves irreparably divided. Distance certainly played a factor of course, for it it's much easier to dehumanize a being when you are not within shooting distance. Numerous other factors played a role in strained relations between the species: the Mirepod Landpools, the Vegas Brigade, the Dran Damo catastrophe, and everything to do with the landing of the Mechanoids amongst other things. To put it simply, there was no shortage of issues that plagued any sustained attempt at diplomacy. However, among the few connecting threads that kept the Spheres attached like a patch among a patchwork quilt of conflict, there was Vig Hartland.

In the most basic terms, he was a larger-than-average man. Above average build, someone made for the hard labor and lifting heavy crates. Hartland radiated physical strength but he seemed to hold something more than that. Humankind and to an extent, the Animalia were all comfortable with him. However, it was his connection with the more sapient Mirepods that led to him holding a foothold above the average leader and his relationship with the Mechanoids that was his bridge to the elites. Yet above all, it was not his connection to these races but instead his disconnection from their interests. No matter the species, his services were free and no matter the job, he was willing. There was little magic in what he did and little enhancement other than pure strength, but that helped make him a pillar. He was as close to a hero as the world could get. A big man who walked softly with a big sword on his back. No.. no self-respecting blacksmith would ever call what he wielded a sword. What he carried on his back was an impossibly large hunk of jagged metal strapped together with a cloth hilt and enough steel wire to create 20 swords over. It was a walking time bomb for whenever the scrapyard steel would fall apart and the wire would explore and decimate whoever he was around. As he strode onto the stage, the eyes on him were some of respect, reverence even. He was defined by a solid darkness atop his hair broken by white streaks, an x-shaped scar crossing his right cheek, and within his eyes came a confidence of an unbreakable will. He need not speak, nor make a grand gesture. Simply a look out to the meager crowd and even those of a metallic persuasion somewhat understood the meaning of his presence. If he was here, either they would succeed, or they would perish. Both by his hand.

Shoa was less than impressed with the sight of him. A human but slightly bigger, he had seen that before back in the Metro but judging by the sight of people around him, other than the Mechanoids, they were all enraptured by him.

“Does it really take someone big to impress these people?”

If this Vig person was worth knowing about, he would’ve been informed but to be fair, with the amount of polio-stricken yeomen that were surprisingly prevalent during his journey outside the Mechanoid sphere, new developments were possible. As the large human took his seat, Shoa looked out to the rest of his associates. Other than the Mechanoids, they were unkempt, malnourished and some seemed to still contain oil and other greases on their person. Whatever matters they sought to accomplish here, they wouldn’t last too long. But they didn’t matter at this point, not right now at least.

From the gathering of the reps came the head. As Ivy approached the podium, and her people looked at her with a mix of respect and rebellion, her voice came with no hesitation, no doubt, and no sway. Only confidence and a cold professionalism matched only by the assurity of nature escaped her maw as she spoke.

“Animalia, Humans, and Mechanoids. We of the Runner’s Union thank you for volunteering your services to come here and be a part of a larger whole. For some of you, the trek here risked much more than employment and we will not waste that investment you’ve put into this effort. The journey you’ve taken was proof enough that you have the will and this will be the last trial you will have to undergo to prove you have the character to follow through.” As she extended her hand to gesture to the meat mountain behind her, Hartland stood up and the heft of his pressure seemed to resonate through the ground.

“You will accompany Hartland on a full journey to a Co-Op that has not been reachable as of late through the usual means of communication. The assumption is that this will be a matter of recovery. Reimos has fortunately provided multiple means of storage and transportation once you reach your location.

For Survival and For Love, may your journey resolve peacefully.”

As soon as she finished, Reimos stood to his feet and approached the board, pushing out Ivy in a way that was both dignified yet undercutting.

“For clarity, you will be walking with Hartland. Food, water, and temporary shelter will be given out per person after a headcount. Due to budgetary concerns, proper transportation will be delivered after your location is confirmed by your management. You are not disposable. If anything goes wrong, recover what you can while prioritizing your health and structural integrity.

For our Order and For the Future, you will succeed.”

The news hit like a hot wind to the face of a fever-ridden man. Discomfort spread through the crowd faster than a plague as the idea of such a walking so far began to truly set in. Many were only able to reach Waning Rock through a shared carriage ride from their respective major cities. This feeling was not assayed when the distance was pointed out to them by Frida.

“The journey will take 2 days at the minimum. Judging by the number of you, we have enough supplies to last for 5 if things get bad. Diamo was the last one there and according to his information, the path’s more an issue of length than quality. As long as you stay the course, nothing will happen.”

With that explanation out of the way, Frida shifted her position on the podium.

“Regarding your duties after with the Notary, it is with a pure belief in their decision making that you will be under their purview. The common Runner will act as government-sponsored guardsmen, tradesmen, to fulfill a swiss army knife’s worth of jobs due to the necessity of governmental cooperation.”

The mention of the swiss brought a more cheese-lined thought into the heads of those more unfamiliar with the expression.

“To be clear, A Runner holds no inherent loyalty to their government and their government holds only as much power as they cede to the Union. You are - by definition - a contractor. A Notary position is no different, only more consistent. To record information from the people as you are deployed among the spheres and beyond. To write, record, dictate, and whatever else to ensure that the common history stays away from the opinionated and stays as current as need be. People will try to mislead you, leave you high and dry, and for what you offer to the world, they will try to bury you. When we all found ourselves in this land, we were in disarray, self-destructive, but most of all divided. The fact that Union has held for years is proof that we grow not in synchronicity but instead as a group. Our strength is our unique skill set and our faith in our organization. For Tenacity and For All, we will all exceed ourselves!”

As Frida’s portion of applause came down, Vig Hartland began to approach the front of the crowd. Suspenseful eyes focused on the man and all sentient noise quickly ceased.

“... I understand some of you may be mad about the walk, but I assure you, it wasn’t my call.”

A small amount of chuckling rifted through the audience with the levity of an interrogation.

“I don’t really see myself as important to Union business as everyone else does but I’ve been given the platform, might as well use it for something good. Fact is, most of you weren’t prepared for a journey for what sounds like a desk job, but I know that you’re capable of it. This journey is not only proof of your commitment but your introduction to what the Union does within society. This journey isn’t about your Strength, Speed, or any one being’s quality. It is about our collective will to never give in to our own self-doubt or our own failures. We are all the pillars that hold this organization up and by our Strength, our Intelligence, and our Will that we continue to hold ourselves high. I promise that by my will, you will make it to our destination and by our will, you will return stronger than you were before. “

A hand as rough as sandpaper beat against a darkened chest. As Hartland’s black pupils looked out into the small crowd, they looked back into unwavering obsidian. Even with the joke, his words were as firm as the steel on his back. There was not a droplet of doubt in his voice nor overconfidence in his motions. If he stated at that moment that he would hold back every evil that existed, no argument against his ability would ever be able to form.

“For all of us, I swear myself to you.”

[clockspur]

Answers for my yuusona,

Nicky Karn🍁

1. “Wild One” by MALINDA

2. Epel; like him, Nicky also came from Farm Country. While she’s more of a gardener than a farmer, she respects Epel’s rural background and the love he has for Harveston. He keeps her grounded and encouraged and in return she offers support and encouragement by assuring Epel that his testosterone level isn’t lowering just because Pomefiore wants him to be Girly Pop.

3. Ironically enough… Mickey Mouse. Mickey is the only other stranger to this world- a dimensional oddity. But what does that mean, exactly? Nicky has been remembering Twisted Wonderland’s counterparts from her world(slowly), she’s well aware that Mickey is intended to be a “hero” in all the stories he’s in… But the “villains” of this world are good people once you get to know them; each with their own thoughts and feelings. If Mickey saw them as enemies, could he potentially destroy them all in one fell swoop just because he’s a Hero?

And what does this say about Nicky herself? She mulls over her purpose in this world CONSTANTLY. If she is tied to Mickey in some way, could she be capable of the same thing? Or worse- be unable to stop the carnage because of her ties?!… Whenever Mickey appears in the mirror, Nicky is polite and friendly. But she always keeps him at arm’s length, quietly watching and studying…

4. Heights. During the Inginhild event, she held for Dear Life to Epel’s broom like a cat on a tree branch.

5. History. Because Nicky’s a stranger to this world, she is fascinated by its beauty and lore. She’ll find a random history book in the library to read even if it wasn’t homework.

6. P.E. Although somewhat quick and nimble, she’s not really the athletic type. Also she has no magic, so no broom flying, and she has to do an equally difficult exercise instead.

7. Nicky isn’t in a club per se… but she does have two minor duties around campus:

The first one is the campus farm. Nicky helps maintain the vegetables and animals for the Culinary Crucible. The farm animals are especially good for Nicky as she can practice her Beastmaster skills with them. None of the chickens have been stolen ever since she started caring for them.

The second is the Tsum-Tsums. Although they left some time ago, the bittie villain beans have been popping up here and there once in a while. And like how Cinderella would find new friends in the chateau, Nicky would find them in humane mouse traps or being licked to clean perfection by Lucias. She’ll then take them back to Ramshackle where they can live peacefully. They are also part of Beastmaster training.

8. Rollo. Just Rollo. Nicky empathizes with Idia since she has siblings back in her world, so she knows where Rollo’s coming from, but- no. No.

9. Sam. Aside from his personality, Nicky has had to go to his shop for… “monthly needs”. Sam is the only one who knows about this and is very discreet about it. She can trust him because of this.

10. Most likely Pomefiore. She’s not the most stylish potato dish, but she does have a passion for painting and the arts. And although she’s not really good at equations, she IS good at mixing potions and testing them.

11. That would be Grim. They’ve been together since the beginning. Nicky learned to love his opportunistic view of the world, while Grim found a witty and devious schemer underneath her calm exterior. They learned to move in tandem, weaving through hallways to get to class and working together as hands and eyes for various tasks. Their favorite activity is cooking, and Nicky taught Grim how to make Tuna-Mayo Onigiri. If she could, she would take Grim back Home with her.

12. The Tsum-vasion. Oh boy, what a day that was. The night before, Nicky made a wish upon a star to make friends with someone in the same situation she was. And all of a sudden POOF- small, soft, bean-like creatures gently float down from the sky. She fell in love with them immediately, and the tiny dudes seemed to like her too. Nicky was confused as to why Crowley wouldn’t just let her take care of them(she’s a Beastmaster after all, and they were pretty calm around her). But she did help out the other students whenever she could.

13. Rollo. ‘Boy’s a twig with a bias against magic. What would stop her?

14. Since she shares them with Grim, they do their best to keep them average.

15. ‘Not a lot of people know she’s a girl. With short hair and baggy clothes, she can pass for a young boy easy. Which is good, because she doesn’t know how a school like Royal Sword Academy would react to a magic-less girl in an all-boy wizarding school.

16. “Omigosh this place is going to kill me but DANG does everything and everyone look cool”

17. Obviously, at first she was frightened at the idea of living in the same house with three ghosts, but she warmed up to them quicker than Grim did. They showed her some of its secret nooks and crannies, and she keeps it relatively neat and tidy. The addition of the Tsums also made life in Ramshackle lively and cozy for the ghosts.

18. Mainly her fellow students. Nicky’s well aware that she’s a stranger to both the world and magic. But why did she need so many rude classmates to emphasize it?

19. As far as she can throw him… and as quickly as she can catch him. Crowley is an enigma to her, what with his mannerisms and laziness(?). But he did give her food and shelter, and he respects her as one of Night Raven College’s students despite her background. She just wishes she could see what goes on inside his head… and suspects that there might be a bird nest in there.

20. Book 4: Schemer of the Scalding Sands.

Winter Break reminded Nicky that she was, well, alone.

That isn’t to say that this was new to her, as she’s been pushed to the sidelines by her parents quite a bit due to their favoritism for a younger sibling(and it wasn’t even the younger sibling’s fault). But in an alternate reality, this felt like salt in the wound:

To Night Raven College, she was a magicless burden. To Crowley, she was another mouth to feed. To Grim, she was just a henchman. She was even just entertainment for the Ghosts. No matter how much Nicky could try to justify herself, at the end of the day, she was only here because of an agenda she barely knew. A pawn in someone else’s game. A means to an end. Once a way home was found, she’ll have to return and all the things she accomplished here will be wiped away-

And no one would care in the slightest.

So when Scarabia ultimately captured her and Grim, it felt par for the course. She was under someone else’s thumb, she can’t get a hold of anyone for help, and Grim will just complain about being trapped with the Magicless Human. She sighed and waited to go through the motions.

But Grim did complain; ‘not about Nicky, but about getting out. Getting them both out. He stole some spoons and started to dig through the wall. And he was so determined that it actually started to work, and he was making a pretty decent sized hole.

Nicky was… touched. This was the first time she saw Grim do anything for anyone other than himself. He meant it. But she wasn’t going to let him do this alone- she took her own spoon and started to dig, too.

Later, after all was said and done, Ace and Deuce arrived to help. They were late, but they actually came to help.

And when they returned to Ramshackle, the Ghosts were the first to greet them: waiting for them. Worried for them. And with a huge, delicious feast that Crowley promised.

It was all so beautiful that Nicky wanted to cry.

She stopped feeling so alone after that…

Twisted Wonderland OC Questions:

Do you have a song that represents your OC, if so why?

Who is your OC’s closest platonic friend?

Tell us about a complicated relationship your OC has with another character?

What are your OC’s minor fears?

What is your OCs best class?

What is their worst class?

Why did they join their clubs? 

Is there a character your OC doesn’t like, if so why?

Who is their favorite staff member? Why?

What dorm would your OC be sorted into besides their current one?

Is there a character your OC sees as a sibling?

What is your OC’s favorite event(s), what was their role?

If your OC could physically fight another character, who would it be and would they win?

What are your OC’s grades like?

What is a secret not many characters know about your OC?

How would your OC describe their entrance ceremony from their POV?

What does your OC think of the Ramshackle ghosts?

What is the hardest thing to adjust to at NRC? The magic? Being away from their family? Ect.

Do they trust Crowely?

What chapter does your OC get the most personal character development?

[dollysdeardiary]

Monday, November 11th, 2024

Hello, my dear readers.

I felt that it was time to sit down, take a deep breath, and have a chat with you all. My last update was so brief that I don't really consider it a "true" entry of mine.

As you all know, I'm nearing the end of my first semester as a freshman earning my BFA in Musical Theatre, and what a whirlwind it has been! There is a certain beauty in the chaos, even though, if I may be honest, there are times when I feel like I'm attempting to learn to pirouette for the first time while juggling about twenty-five hot torches.

I never really told you all about my summer doings, so I suppose I should. In August had the honor of participating in "Fiddler On The Roof" as Hodel. I must say that it was an eye-opener. Every practice session seemed to be a master class in living the music, the world, and the emotions as well as performing them. I'm pushed to new heights by the show's rich culture and music—vulnerability, authenticity, and the courage to step beyond of my comfort zone. Hodel continues to hold a special place in my heart, as she was such a complex, yet fierce character. She almost reminded me of myself in some ways. I adore that show so completely, reader, it has to be one of my favorite musicals of all time, surely. But, back to university.

Even if I have enjoyed my journey, it has also proved difficult. It occasionally feels impossible to manage schooling, voice lessons, dancing courses, and the unavoidable self-doubt that accompanies attempting to pursue a career in theatre. When my voice breaks during a performance, when my body feels like it can't keep up with the choreography, or when I simply can't seem to get a scene the way I want to, there are days when I feel like I'm not nearly enough. I do struggle these days feeling adequate for this program. I understand I auditioned and made it in, so I suppose I do belong, but the feelings of doubt do not subside. My peers do not make it much better.

They're not fond of my reclusiveness on weekdays, it seems. A friend recently told me that my classmates believe I "disappear" after classes end and that I have a "low work ethic" due to missing several classes earlier in the semester. I did forget to inform you, reader, that I suffered pneumonia at the beginning of the semester, and after that, several small bouts of stomach bugs due to the poor food here (it simply does not go down well with me). But, it saddens me to see them assume so low of me. Unbeknownst to them, I "disappear" to my dorm to continue working, or perhaps a practice room to rehearse my piano. They simply do not see it, and assume I do not do anything with my time, regardless of whether or not it is their business, which it isn't. It simply doesn't seem fair to treat me this way when I've been nothing but kind and understanding with others. Do I not deserve the same grace? Even so, the notion empowers me to do even better and try harder, to prove them wrong.

Even with the negatives, I have made great friends. They are few, but I appreciate them so very much, reader. I have my friends Kamila, Eloise, and Lucia. My dearest friend is Lucia, she keeps me company constantly. She is more extroverted than I am. Not that I don't socialize, she's just better at making more friends, and socializing in general. I also have made friends with a boy, Christian. He has very long, light brown hair. He's very kind, considerate, and very funny. He seems to be like me, which I appreciate very much. It is hard to find people similar to me in the world of theatre.

The work proves taxing, both physically and mentally. Often times my weekdays are completely booked, and even my weekends. I haven't left my campus since I returned from my fall break in October. I'd like to visit more parts of this town soon.

That is all for now.

Thank you for reading.

Your dearest friend,

Dolly Astor

[libidomechanica]

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this same void white bliss! Way down they hurried all,     maz’d, curious and drinks he grows younger every soul would not help the dead to everyone     I love: o Jeanie’s head upon

a mossy bed reclin’d: for by one, yet look and     nimbly follow Bacchus! Thou art gone and tide. Of your fillets fall asleep? Was none. Fit     appellation stir; and I turn my

spirit, which I envy, that sweetly did me see     who frowns, who jealous grain september. Yet facts, over thou more, Sempronius—don’t     Of amorous theft: from hidden fawn.

[casualjacobwrites]

FFXIV Write 2023 Prompt #23 - Suit

More of my WoL/Aymeric ship. Some might disagree with me, but I like the idea of Aymeric being new to the entire concept of relationships and dating. Also, being super easy to tease. No physical stuff happens in this, but the allusions to sexy times probably put it around a PG-13.

As a side note, thanks to this challenge I've written a total 21,680 words this month. It's been a nice practice of just getting something out each day and hopefully I can carry this forward into next month as I attempt my original fiction along with some FFXIV stories.

Word Count: 743

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"Does it suit me?"

Aymeric looked up from the sea of paperwork on his desk intending only to give Sindri a cursory glance, but upon setting his eyes on the viera's form, he couldn't look away. It wasn't that he was wearing anything ostentatious, rather the cut and fit of Sindri's clothing proved to be quite flattering on his form.

The plans for the day included riding out on chocoboback to check on the status of repairs to Black Iron Bridge in the Western Highlands. Having spent no small amount of time in and around Falcon's Nest Sindri was no stranger to the bitterly cold climes or what it was like to be in the presence of nobility who valued appearances above all else. Thus he had chosen a heavy formal coat in a shade of blue similar to the colors Aymeric often wore along with a cloak that must have been tailored to his height as the hem stopped just short of touching the ground. His riding breeches were black and snugly fit at his waist, but the riding boots were what made Aymeric go temporarily mute. Black leather, freshly oiled and polished rode up to Sindri's thighs drawing the eye to his backside as he turned around. What the cloak kept hidden Aymeric's mind eagerly filled in.

"It's…it's fine," he stammered at last, trying and failing to cease imagining running his hands over the leather with the other man sat in his lap. It took every bit of willpower he had not to ask him then and there if he could wear the boots that night as well. He had to focus on civil matters today and not get distracted by lustful fantasies no matter how enticing they were.

Seeming satisfied with Aymeric's appraisal, Sindri gave a little bow and exited the room to continue preparations for the day. When he was out of earshot, Ser Borel collapsed against the back of his chair and blew out his breath in a groan. He was a grown man and yet here he was behaving like a besotted adolescent. Lucia liked to tell him he was making up for all the years he spent in pious devotion to the Church and his father. She was also fond of reminding him that his desires didn't make him a lesser man, or mean that he was some sort of monster. Still, it was difficult to overcome the guilt instilled in him from a young age. A temple knight's purpose was to serve the church and his country. Romantic entanglements were a distraction and tantamount to sin, never mind his own father had quite obviously ignored that rule prior to becoming Archbishop.

Sindri had been patient with him, far more than Aymeric felt he deserved. Before him, he'd never so much as kissed another person to say nothing of sharing a bed. Now, months into exploring this part of himself, there were moments when it felt like his desire almost consumed him. A small part of him told him he should be ashamed of this, the same part of him that still sounded like his father. The rest of him, however, reveled in it. As much as it drove him mad, he loved the anticipation leading up to the moment when he would finally get to be alone with Sindri. Those furtive glances between them, and the knowing grins along with the occasional whispers of teasing encouragement. And then, at the end of it all, were the soft affirmations of love and promises of devotion that made his heart soften and warmed more than the hottest fire.

"The chocobos have been saddled." Sindri's head peered at him from the edge of the doorway. "Ser Redwald sent word he will meet us at the gate."

"Right," Aymeric responded, rising from his seat as he made a vain attempt to neaten the stack of papers on his desk. "I just need to change my boots and grab my cloak." He headed for the door.

"Speaking of boots," Sindri said as he passed, "I think I'll wear these to dinner as well." Aymeric turned to see the Warrior of Light staring back at him with a mischievous smile. Somehow he'd noticed Aymeric's reaction and had no shame in remarking on it.

"Fury preserve me," the elezen mumbled. The day suddenly felt like it was going to be a long one. Then again, he wouldn't have it any other way.

[welidot]

Imrul Kayes

This Biography is about one of the best Professional Bangladeshi Cricketer of the world Imrul Kayes including his Height, weight, Age & Other Detail… Express info Real Name Imrul Kayes Nickname Not Known Profession Bangladeshi Cricketer (Batsman, Part time Wicket-keeper) Age (as in 2023) 36 Years old Physical Stats & More Info Height in centimeters- 165 cm in meters- 1.65 m in Feet Inches- 5’ 5” Weight in Kilograms- 64 kg in Pounds- 141 lbs Body Measurements - Chest: 40 Inches - Waist: 31 Inches - Biceps: 13 Inches Eye Colour Black Hair Colour Black Cricket Of Imrul Kayes International Debut Test- 19 November 2008 vs South Africa in Bloemfontein ODI- 14 October 2008 vs New Zealand in Chittagong T20- 1 May 2010 vs Pakistan in St. Lucia Coach/Mentor Not Known Jersey Number #45 (Bangladesh) Domestic/State Teams Khulna Division, Rangpur Riders, Comilla Victorians, Sylhet Royals Batting Style Left Handed Bat Bowling Style N/A Nature on field Calm Likes to play against Not Known Records/Achievements (main ones) • While playing against New Zealand in January 2017 Imrul became the first substitute wicket-keeper in Test format to take 5 catches in an innings. • In 2011 World Cup, Kayes remained the leading run scorer for Bangladesh Cricket Team. He scored 188 runs with an average of 32.11. He was also awarded two consecutive Man of the Match title. Personal Life Of Imrul Kayes Date of Birth 2 February 1987 Birth Place Meherpur, Bangladesh Zodiac sign/Sun sign Aquarius Nationality Bangladeshi Hometown Meherpur, Bangladesh School Not Known University Not Known Educational Qualifications Not Known Family Father- Not Known Mother- Not Known Brother- Not Known Sister- Not Known Religion Islam Controversies Imrul, while batting in the 2015 season of BPL, was deliberately shoved by T. Dilshan, thus preventing him from running down the crease. The batsman at the other end was not aware of this fact and ran for a run, resulting in them getting stuck on the same end. The matter was taken to the third umpire, who upon review, declared the batsman NOT OUT and said 5 runs be awarded to the batting team as a penalty. You can check out the video in fact #6. Girls, Family & More Of Imrul Kayes Marital Status Married Affairs/Girlfriends Not Known Wife Name Not Known Children Son- N/A Daughter- N/A This Biography Written By www.welidot.com Read the full article

[moondancerahatintimeblog]

Lucia

Species: Dragon/Human hybrid

Role: Antagonist, Major Character

Manual Info: Is she a human or a monster? Maybe both?

Appearance: As a human, Lucia has dark brown skin, shoulder-length pale-yellow hair, and periwinkle blue eyes. She wears a white tank top, a pair of cyan jeans, a black belt with a silver dragon head-shaped belt buckle, a pair of white combat boots with cyan swirls all over them, a pair of cyan elbow-length fingerless gloves, and a cyan silk scarf tied around her neck into a bow on the left side. She seems to be the same height as Kristina.

As a dragon, Lucia is a bit smaller than normal dragons are, but is just as fearsome. She has magenta scales that gradient to periwinkle blue like her eyes. white horns with cyan lines on them, and sharp black claws.

Personality: Due to being in her dragon form for a long time, Lucia did not seem to understand empathy. Once she saw Vanessa's guards throw Moon Jumper into the old cabin and turned it into a tower, she killed the guards because she thought what they had done was wrong. Over the years, Lucia develops a fondness for Moon Jumper and gains a human form. She often goes outside the forest to bring some things back to Moon Jumper so he does not get bored, such as books of many genres, painting supplies, and even gemstones.

[thepatrickblanco]

Patrick raised his eyebrow at Hayes when the man said it was interesting Patrick didn't know him. He felt like that statement, said in the wrong way, could be condescending or arrogant - like how could somebody possibly not know. But that wasn't the way Hayes said it. He clearly wasn't bothered that Patrick didn't know who he was, if the grin that appeared on his face after he said it was anything to go by. It was almost like he liked that Patrick didn't know who he was, but maybe Patrick was just distracted by his cheekbones.

He was surprised when he saw the man get up to come around the table, not having noticed anybody else doing that. Maybe it was just because the girls were three of them, instead of one person to snapa photo with, but then he was asking security to take a photo instead of Patrick taking the photos like he had done before. He gave Hayes an amused look, but smiled for the photos nevertheless. He found he didn't really mind that there would be evidence of this encounter. "We are!" Ana chimed in, answering Hayes' question, "Lucia's Mum is AWESOME and got her these tickets for Christmas." Patrick knew Ari just liked to spoil Lucia, but he did have to wonder if this Christmas present had anything to do with the rumours Lucia wasn't going to be an only child for much longer. He looked at the other man, which meant directly into his eyes as they were virtually the same height, and nodded, "she's right - we will be. So I guess maybe I'll see - we'll see you there?"

A Moment In Time || Payes (Jan 19)

[ambarsblog1]

Ambar Dominguez Diaz is a 32 y/o lesbian women living in Jackson Heights ,NY. She likes to write, sing, paint and cook. Currently a content and visual storyteller going thru a complicated, stressful and horrible situation in her life. She was judge for so much that now, she is fighting for human rights. She has a guy/grp making her life misserable.

They damaged all he wanted on my life like paperworks for work or medical, paint jobs, songs If i write, stealing the book i was writing, stealing my clothes and more… SHE WANTS TO know, WHAT would you do if this happens to YOU ??

MY NAME IS AMBAR LUCIA DOMINGUEZ DIAZ. I CREATED THIS BLOG LOOKING FOR HELP. I AM GOING THRU HARRASMENT, I AM A VICTIM OF ASSAULT, BULLYING, LIES, BANK FRAUD, IDENTITY THEFT, MANIPULATION, PSYCHIC HARRASMENT, DISCRIMINATION, FALSE ACCUSED AND ALMOST DESTROYED BY THIS GROUP OF INDIVIDUALS. THEY CONTROL YOUR LIFE WITH MANIPULATION, PSICOLOGICAL SKILLS, SPIRITUAL RITUALS AND AND U A SOFTWARE THAT CHANGE THE INFORMATION OF THE ORIGINAL AT THEIR CONVENIENCE EX: BUYING A PIZZA FROM DOMINOS AT WW.DOMINOS.COM ITS USUALLY 19.75 THEY CHANGE IT FOR ME TO 50. THEY HAVE WHAT THEY CALLED “RECLUTERS” . THEY BECOME YOUR FRIEND TO BE ABLE TO MANIPULATE YOU ON ALL YOUR DECISIONS AND TO MAKE SURE YOU STAY ALONE THAT WAY THEY CAN CONTROL YOU. ONLY PPL FROM THEIR TEAM ARE ALLOWED TO BE WITH YOU NEAR THE END TO CONTROL YOU COMPLETELY AND AT THE END SEND YOU TO JAIL, DEPORTED, MENTAL INSTITUTION, PROSTITUTION OR CEMENTERY AFTER THE CRIME.

HE TOLD ME THIS HAPPENED TO YAKAIRA VALERIO FOR HER MISS BEHAVIORS AND THAT HE DOING THE SAME TO ME. HE PLAYS WITH MY MIND BY SAYING HES A DOCTOR AND THAT HE IS DOING THIS TO ME THE FOR THE SMOKE ADICCION. A YEAR LATER HE CHANGE THE VERSION WHILE I BEG HIM TO LEVE ME ALONE AND LAUGHIN AT ME, TREATING ME LIKE SHIT HE STATED HE IS A POLICE OFFICER THAT THIS WAS A TEST TO BECOME AN OFFICER SAYING DONT WORRY WE ALMOST DONE AND LAUGHING AT ME. IN THE MEAN TIME HE WAS LYING ABOUT THINGS HE SAID I DID BUT I DIDN’T, WHILE I SHOWERED BULLYING ME AND THEN MAKING FUN OF MY BODY,” ASCO KATHY, ASCO” ‘MIRATE LAS CELULITIS” ” TU TIENES EL TOTO DEFORME” “MIRATE, TU CREES QUE ASI MAGNOLIA TE VA A HACER CASO TAN GORDA?” WHEN I WAS EATING ATTACKING ME BY SAYING EMBARRASSING SITUATIONS IVE LIVED, ONE TIME I SAID ” DEJENME COMER COMER TRANQUILA PLS” “NO PODEMOS, QUERIDA NO QUIERE QUE TU COMAS TRANQUILA” ERA CAPAZ DE SENTIR POR MI Y SI TENIA UN GAS DECIA” YAKAIRA AMBAR TIENE UN GAS” THATS ONE OF THE LIMITATIONS THAT HE PRODUCED ACTING LIKE THAT. AT NIGHT THEIR MISSION WAS TO NOT LET ME SLEEP BY TELLING ME THINGS TO MAKE MY HEART BEAT FASTER AND MAKE MY ADRENALINE GO UP TO KEEP ME AWAKE.

THIS WAS NONSTOP 24/7 EVEN IN DR FOR DURING ALMOST A YEAR I WAS THERE ON A MENTAL HEALTH INSTITUTION AS A CONSEQUENCE OF HIS TORTURE. THE FEMALE VOICE DIDNT HELP. SHE TELLS ME ( BECAUSE SHE STILL BOTHER ME) ” AMBAR YAKAIRA ESTA AFUERA, SAL” Y YO IBA Y SALIA, “AMBAR ABRE QUE LLEGO YAKAIRA”, “YAKAIRA DICE K PASE P[OR SU CASA Y ME DA UN ADDRESS”, ETC. WHEN HE CHANGE THE STORY AGAIN AND SAID QUE ERA UNA ”TORTURA CHINA ” THE NAME ACTUALLY MATCHES WITH REALITY. THEN THAT ITS A MENTAL ARMY TEST TO BECOME AN ARMY SOLDIER.

THE THEMATIC : HE USE REALITY WITH LIES COMBINED. HE CAN ISSUE THE CERTIFICATE TO BE A POLICE BUT HE WILL REPLACE YOU (HUMAN TRAFFIC) FOR A SIMILAR PERSON AT HIS PREFERENCE . I AM SO USED TO THE BAD THINGS THAT IM SURE IM READY TO BE SENT OUT TO PROSTITUTION OR A WAR BECAUSE I WONT QUIT SMOKING I HAVE MY RIGHTS AS A HUMAN SO THATS NOT AN OPTION PERIOD.

THIS INDIVIDUAL/GRP STOLE FROM MY ACCOUNTS CITI AND BOFA AROUND 60.000 (AS PER LAST MONTHS MATH). HE STOLE OR CANCELLED WITHOUT MY CONSENT MY NYS BENEFITS HOUSING FUNDS, SNAP, FAIRS, MEDICAID, ERAP AND OTHERS. ADDING THIS, IVE LOST MORE THAN 100,000$ USD. MOST IMPORTANT ACCOUNTS: CITI 1065, BOFA 0864, 0035 W KEVIN MY EX HUSBAND.

I TRIED TO REOCATE IN MIA BUT HE MADE THIS IMPOSSIBLE AND SENT ME TO A MENTAL HEALTH INSTITUTION FOR ALL THIS PSYCHIC HARRASEMENT FOR YEARS. THIS ITS SO HARD TO EXPLAIN THAT BECAUSE I SMOKE PEOPLE THINK ITS SCHIZOPHRENIA BUT 1. THATS NO 5-3 THE DEFINITION OF THE WORD AND 2. I HAVE PSYCHIC KIND OF FRIENDS ALREADY. ALMOST A YEAR LATER I CAME BACK TO NY AND STARTED WORK. I FELT A LIL BREAK FROM JAN-MARCH. MY ROUTINE WAS TAKING THE TRAIN FROM THE HEIGHTS TO JFK, FEEDING MY DOG, CLEANING MY ROOM, (ALL THIS WHILE SMOKING), PAINTING CANVAS, SINGING, SOMETIMES HANGING OUT AT THE PARK BUT SINCE HE NEVER STOPPED I GOT AGGRAVATED W TE ROUTINE PLUS THEIR PRESSURE SO I DECIDED TO TAKE A PAID VACAY ON APRIL AFTER MY DAYS OFF DUE TO COVID19. DURING THE BREAK TO BE ABLE TO SUPPORT MYSELF I APPLIED FOR UNEMPLOYMENT FUNDS AND SHORT TERM DISABILITY THAT I SUBMITTED THRU SEDGWICK BUT HE BLOCKED ME FROM SENDING PAPERWORK PUTTING MY JOB ON RISK. I WENT TO STAPLES TO SEND THEM BUT HE STOPPED ME FROM GETTING THOSE FUNDS BECAUSE HE IS A PROFESIONAL HACKER AND LIKE I SAID USING THE SOFTWARE HE MADE IT SEEM LIKE I SEND THE PAPERWORK TO THE OFFICIAL WEBSITE BUT NO SO I FAXED THEM AFTERWARDS. HE HAS A TEAM AND THEY COMBINED HAVE PLENTY OF SKILLS. HE DEAD THREAT ME WITH MY MOM AND SISTER IN TAMPA FLORIDA. I AM SCARED OF CRISTIAN SOMETIMES (THATS HOW THEY CALL HIM) , BUT HE IS A SMALL GRP OF EX NEIGHBORS THAT SOMEONE OUTSIDE THE BUILDING PAID THEM TO DO THIS FOR US (TATIANA AND I).

SINCE NOW HE ACTS LIKE IF HE IS A DOCTOR HE INCLUDED (FORCED BY THEIR ABILITY TO LISTEN THRU THEIR MINDS PSYCHIC WAY) FRIENDS, CO-WORKERS, FAMILY MEMBERS AND FRIENDS OF FRIENDS BY TELLING THEM ITS A TREATMENT FOR MY ADDICTION. ANOTHER GROUP CREATED BY HIM FROM MIA WITH THE PURPOSE THAT YOU CAN DO STUFF BUT NOT GETTING SKETCH. LLIS OFF,ICE EVERYONEFROMFR PIGH A DIFFERENT PURPOSE.

HE CONTROL EVERYONE BECAUSE OF HIS PSYCHIC SKILLS AND THEY HAVE MOVE TO MANY CITIES BECAUSE THEY DO THID EVERY WHERER THEY GO. SIMILAR CASES AT EACH CITI. HE PLAYED ME 11 YRS COUNTIN THIS ONE , MAKING ME DO A LOT OF THINGS YEAR BY YEAR BECAUSE I WAS INNOCENT AND BEING MANIPULATED WITH LIES TELLING ME THAT YAKAIRA VALERIO WAS COMING TO GET ME BC SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH ME AS WELL. THAT HE KNEW I WAS GOING TO TELL HER I LIKE HER THE LAST DAY I SAW HER WICH IS TRUE THAT WAS ON MY MIND, SO FOR SOME REASON HE CAN READ MY MIND. EVERY YEAR HE USED TO TREAT ME LIKE SHIT TELLING ME OH NO YOU LOOSE SHE IS TAKING YORDY WITH HER BECAUSE YOUR DUMB, BECAUSE YOU SMOKE, BECAUSE SHE DONT LIKE WOMEN, BECAUSE YOU ARE TOO SLOW, AND MANY MORE DESILUSIONS, FRUSTRATIONS AND WEIRD FEELINGS CAME TO ME THAT THIS YEAR I TOLD HIM:

I AM GOING TO FOLLOW YOUR ORDERS LIKE “ GO TO THIS HOTEL YAKAIRA IS THERE” OPEN THAT ROOM SHE IS WAITING FOR YOU” . I DONT BELIEVE ON A PSYCHIC VOICE OF COURSE NOT BUT THEN THIS FEMALE VERSION USED TO TELL ME AMBAR HELP , THEY SENT ME FOR PROSTITUTION, HELP ME THEY TOOK ME TO THIS STREET I THINK, HELP ME AMBAR.. SO SINCE THEY I AM HUMAN I FELT BAD FOR THE FEMALE VOICE WICH STATED IT WAS YAKAIRA SO I STARTED CALLING 911 BECAUSE WHAT IF SHE IS DETH AND CANT TALK AND ONLY COMUNICATE HERSELF PSYCHIC MENTAL SO THIS YEAR I TOLD HIM : I WILL DO IT FOR THE LAST TIME BUT TELL YAKAIRA SHE WONT PLAY WITH MY FEELINGS NO MORE. SOME OF THEM SAY SHE PASSED AWAY AND THEY EVEN TOOK ME TO THE PIER TO A “MEMORIAL ” IN THE WATER (THATS WHY I INVOLVE COAST GUARD WEEKS AGO).

DURING THE BREAK TO BE ABLE TO SUPPORT MYSELF I APPLIED FOR UNEMPLOYMENT FUNDS AND SHORT TERM DISABILITY THAT I SUBMITTED THRU SEDGWICK BUT HE BLOCKED ME FROM SENDING PAPERWORK PUTTING MY JOB ON RISK. I WENT TO STAPLES TO SEND THEM BUT HE STOPPED ME FROM GETTING THOSE FUNDS BECAUSE HE IS A PROFESIONAL HACKER AND LIKE I SAID USING THE SOFTWARE HE MADE IT SEEM LIKE I SEND THE PAPERWORK TO THE OFFICIAL WEBSITE BUT NO SO I FAXED THEM AFTERWARDS. HE HAS A TEAM AND THEY COMBINED HAVE PLENTY OF SKILLS. HE DEAD THREAT ME WITH MY MOM AND SISTER IN TAMPA FLORIDA. I AM SCARED OF CRISTIAN SOMETIMES (THATS HOW THEY CALL HIM) , BUT HE IS A SMALL GRP OF EX NEIGHBORS THAT SOMEONE OUTSIDE THE BUILDING PAID THEM TO DO THIS FOR US (TATIANA AND I). SINCE NOW HE ACTS LIKE IF HE IS A DOCTOR HE INCLUDED (FORCED BY THEIR ABILITY TO LISTEN THRU THEIR MINDS PSYCHIC WAY) FRIENDS, CO-WORKERS, FAMILY MEMBERS AND FRIENDS OF FRIENDS BY TELLING THEM ITS A TREATMENT FOR MY ADDICTION. ANOTHER GROUP CREATED BY HIM FROM MIA WITH THE PURPOSE THAT YOU CAN DO STUFF BUT NOT GETTING SKETCH. LLIS OFF,ICE EVERYONEFROMFR PIGH A DIFFERENT PURPOSE.

I KNOW IT’S A BIT CONFUSING BECAUSE SINCE I AM STILL GOING THRU THIS SITUATION I WANT TO EXPLAIN EVERYTHING TOGETHER AND FAST. THAT’S WHY I MADE THIS BLOG. TO LISTEN TO YOUR OPINION AND SUGGESTIONS. I WANT YOU TO KNOW WHAT WILL YOU DO IF THIS HAPPENS TO YOU AND OR YOUR MOTHER/SISTER/FRIEND OR ANYONE YOU WILL HELP. TAG ANY PERSON OR INSTITUTION YOU THINK WILL LISTEN TO ME AND WILL GET THEIR OWN OPINION OUT OF THIS SITUATION. AT THIS POINT I DON’T NEED A GROUP OF THERAPY, I NEED A PERSON WHO BELIEVES IN ME, SOMEONE WILLING TO MAKE THE PERSON PAY ME BACK WHAT HE TOOK FROM MY BANK ACCOUNTS AND SOMEONE THAT HELP ME GET LIKE A LAWYER FOR ME TO GET MY US BENEFITS THAT I DESERVE AS A US CITIZEN THAT PAID TAXES FOR MORE THAN 10 YEARS AND NOW AND BEING TEMPORARY DISABLE APPROVED BY SEDGWICK THRU JETBLUE UNTIL SEPT IS WHEN I NEEDED THEM THE MOST SPECIALLY AFTER THE STALKER SENT ME TO DR TO A MENTAL HEALTH INSTITUTION FOR ABOUT A YEAR WITHOUT AN INCOME IN MY COUNTRY I CAME BACK BROKE. THE ONLY WAY TO GET BACK ON TRACK COUNTING ON MYSELF ONLY ITS GETTING A SHELTER (WICH HE IS MAKING IT IMPOSSIBLE AND IT’S A FREE ROOM BASICALLY FIRST BENEFIT) THAT WAY I DON’T PAY RENT GET A CITI BIKE OR METROCARD FROM FAIRS ( ANOTHER BENEFIT FROM THE CITY) GETTING FOOD STAMPS SNAP ( 3RD BENEFIT FORM THE CITY THAT I DESERVE AND I AM NOT GETTING BECAUSE OF HIM) WITH THIS I CAN PERFECTLY BE MINDFULLY IN PEACE AND WILL BE READY TO GO BACK TO WORK AND MAYBE NOT NORMAL ACTIVITIES RIGHT AWAY BECAUSE IT WAS A LOT OF BULLYING AND I AM ASHAMED HE BULLED ME A LOT WITH A LOT OF THINGS BUT AT LEAST WORKING AND LIVING LIKE A HUMAN LIKE ME THAT ALWAYS PUT MYSELF OF OTHERS SHOES DESERVE. I VE ALWAYS BEEN INDEPENDENT. I COUNT ON MYSELF ONLY. I DON’T EXPECT THINGS FROM OTHERS I USED TO HAVE THIS PERSON I CALL AN ANGEL THAT USED TO PAY EVERYTHING FOR ME WITHOUT HAVING SEX. A LOT OF PEOPLE JUDGE ABOUT THIS MATTER BUT HOW OBSESSED CAN SOMEONE BECOME WITHOUT SEX? WITHOUT A KISS WITH THE THONGE INSIDE? ALSO 9 YEARS AGO I USED TO LIVE IN THE HEIGHTS AND SOMEONE ADVISE THE GUY I LIKE GIRLS AND I ADMIT IT AND THIS WAS WHEN I USE TO LIVE IN HILLSIDE AVE.

HOW OBSESSED CAN SOMEONE THAT KNEW ALL THIS CAN BE? SPECIALLY WHEN MONTHS AGO HE TOLD ME IT WASN’T CHEATING BECAUSE GIRLS DON’T HAVE DICKS. WHO IS CAPABLE OF MAKING SUCH A DRAMA PRETENDING TO BE THIS GUY JUST TO JUDGE ME AND BOTHER ME? I AM THE TYPE OF PERSON THAT DON’T CALL NO ONE. SERGIO TOBAR, MY BAMBY, USED TO BE MY #1 AND I BARELY CALLED HIM. I GET THE NEWS AT HOME ALWAYS AND THAT’S WHEN I SAY WHAT I THINK TO PEOPLE. UNFORTUNATELY I AM M SUPER HONEST AND I SAY STRAIGHT UP WHAT I THINK AND PEOPLE DON’T LIKE THIS. I DON’T CARE WHAT OTHERS THINK ABOUT PEOPLES APPEARANCE IF I WANT TO SAY HI TO YOU BECAUSE I THINK YOU ARE A GOOD PERSON I WILL CALL YOU EVEN IF “THE GROUP” DOESN’T LIKE IT.

COMO MENSIONE ENTRE EL MAN Y SU GRUPO  HAY UNO O MAS HACKER PROFESIONALES. ESTOS SON CAPACES DE BLOQUEARME PAGINAS, SUBIR Y BAJAR EL PRECIO DE ARTÍCULOS ( PRONTO SUBIRÉ FOTOS A ESTE BLOG DE COMO ME SALE A MI EN EMI CELL Y COMO LE SALE A OTRO EL MISMO ÍTEM) , ES CAPAZ DE TRANSFERIR MIS LLAMADAS, CAMBIAR PIIN, ÓSEA, SI ME ROBO UN BUDDY PASS DE JETBLUE HACE 4 ANOS O 3 , ES CAPAZ DE TODO.  ENVIE UN EMAIL A STEEELE Y 3 PERSONAS MAS AL LADO DE MI SUPERVISORA INDIRA HUTCHINS LA CUAL ME AYUDO A ESCRIBIR EL EMAIL A LA EMPRESA PARA ADVERTIRLES QUE ESTE CYBER HACKER ME TENIA HARTA Y QUE TUVIERAN CUIDADO Y BIEN ALERTA PORQUE ERA CAPAZ DE TODO. ESPERO ME HAYAN PRESTADO ATENCIÓN…

ME HA TOCADO CAMBIAR VARIAS VECES DE NUMERO , HASTA DE COMPANIA Y POR ENDE HE PERDIDO EMAILS Y INSTAGRAM Y ETC POR LO DEL CÓDIGO DE VERIFICACIÓN AL PERDER EL NUMERO PIERDO ACCESO A LA RED SOCIAL. ESTOY HACIENDO UN BLOG QUE ME GUSTARÍA COMPARTIRLO Y QUE COMENTEN…

AMIGOS HOLA. HOY 09/02/22 ME SIENTO MEJOR QUE AYER. AYER ESTUVE SUPER DEPRESIVA. QUIERO UNA AMIGA CON CUAL COMPARTIR. ME SIENTO SOLA.  HOY HABLE CON MI MEJOR AMIGA WENDY AQUINO PERO COMO VIVE EN RD Y ME ROBARON EL PASAPORTE NO PUEDO IR A VERLA.. ADEMAS QUE DESPUÉS DE HABERME ROBADO MI ID EL DIA QUE LLEGO ELCHEQUE DE JETLBUE A RITE AID DE DYCKMAN ( JUASTAMENTE CUANDO VOY A COBRAR EL CHEQUE QUE LLEGABA AHÍ DE FEDEX SE ROBAN AHÍ MISMO MI ID) … COINCIDENCIA SABIENDO QUE EL ACOSADOR ME PERSIGUE ???

ENTRE LOS DATOS QUE ME DA EL ACOSADOR ES QUE JESSICA MARIN ES MI CRISTIAN HACKER Y QUE TIENE MI DINERO QUE LE COBRE LOL. QUE SILVI ES LA JEFA DE LOS REPLACEMENTS DE PERSONAS (PA NO DECIR TRATA). QUE YAKAIRA VALERIO LA PRINCESA DE LA 187 Y SU FAMILIA HACEN LO MISMO CON LOS JUDIOS, QUE MI PRIMO FERNANDITO ES EL JEFE DE LA BANDA SALVADORENA CON EL DE YADI Y DOMINGO EL PAPA DE YAHAIRA, LIVA Y LUIS, QUE LAS PROSTIS NO HABLAN CON LOS DE GURABO Y NOS BLOQUEAN A TODOS, QUE TATI ME ODIA AUN, QUE MONICA Y SU GRUPO ESTAN PENDIENTE DE MI AL IGUAL QUE LA FAMILIA DE NATALIA PRIMERO DESCONFIABA DE MI Y LUEGO ME APOYAN, QUE MI YAKAIRA ES MI PSICOLOGA JUNTO CON JESSICA MARIN, QUE LIZ MIAMI ME HABLA TODO EL DIA Y LE ENCANTA HABLAR CONMIGO, QUE VIOLET Y JERAC HAN HECHO MILLONES DE COSAS POR MI, QUE TODOS ESTAN HARTOS DEL PSICOLOGO.. YO SOLO PIENSO SERA QUE ESTO ACABARA BIEN? O SERA Q ACABARA PARA MI PERO YAKAIRA SEGUIRA PRISIONERA? YO QUIERO ACABAR SU TORTURA PRIMERO O JUNTO CON LA MIA. AQUI EL HECHO ES QUE ESTE MAN TIENE ANOS JUGANDO CONMIGO ENTONCES LO DEL PSICOLOGO LO EMPEZO HACE POCO. CONFUSO..

OTRO DIA MAS, OTRA TORTURA MAS… DESPUES DE LAS VECES QUE ME HA AMENAZADO CON MI HERMANA Y MI MADRE DE MATARLAS SI YO NO HAGO LO QUE EL DICE EN EL MOMENTO. SU TEMATICA COMO QUE BAJO DE NIVEL PORQUE TIENE DIAS SIN AMENAZARME Y APARTE ES QUE SEGUN UNA DE LAS VOCES DEL INTRIGADOR PRINCIPAL QUE SE LLAMA EMY LOPEZ GUERRERO, ESTE ACOSO, LAS INTRIGAS, MANIPULACIONES Y DEMAS HA DEJADO VICTIMAS Y A LA VEZ CONSTRUIDO MONSTRUOS. AL HABER PASADO ANTERIORME UN GRUPO DE AMIGOS Y PERSONAS CERCANAS QUE SE ENCONTRABAN LAS SITUACIONES INJUSTAS DECIDIO UNIRSE PARA DISQUE HACER COSAS POSITIVAS O A FAVOR DE LA VICTIMA DEL MOMENO. YO OBVIAMENTE NO CREO ESO. HAN PASADO ANOS Y SOLO CON PALABRAS SIN HECHOS NO CREO NADA.

OTRO METODO QUE UTILIZARE PARA DESMENTIR EL ENGANO ES HABLAR CON LOS DUENOS DE LAS COMPANIAS, HOTELES QUE EL AFECTA ESTE MAN CON MI NOMBRE. POR EJEMPLO:

HOTEL CORONA: EL STALKER SE SALE CON LA SUYA AL ASIGNARME UNA ROOM DONDE EL SECADOR DE PELO NO FUNCIONE O LO DANA O ME LO ENTRA ASI.

VERIZON WIRELESS : EL CAMBIO A TMOBILE SIN MI AUTORIZATION Y YO TENIA DEUDA PENDIENTE CON ELLOS QUE QUISIERA ARREGLAR.

MOJITOS: DISCRIMINO PARA SERVICIO

#HUMANRIGHTS #HELP #DEFENDIENDOMESOLAHPT #YOPUEDOCONESTOYMAS #WARRIOR #QUEENOFLOVE #LAMALDITAPIPERA #TENGOQUEENCONTRARTE #JUSTICE #HELP

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