Posts by Jaytail7

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  • have I been holding my breath all my life? (p)

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    Archer felt alive.


    He was on his morning jog as per usual, relishing the endurance boost that he gleaned right before every full moon. It was an odd feeling. Being a lycanthrope was something that he'd never really gotten the hang of, even though the sensation was nothing new. Archer had been turned at a young age than most and his story was nothing like the stupid human alone at night being bitten.


    No, lycanthropy ran in Archer's blood, so it was only natural for him to be turned when he became of age. That age happened to be 13 years old and he wishes every day that he could go back to the way things were. Wishes he had been born into a family of humans who didn't have a history with werewolves, of all things.


    Wishes that--


    Bam!


    Archer slammed into another body and the two were crashing to the ground before Archer could correct his blunder. In a whir of flailing body parts and the lycan cursing at his stupidity, he found himself laying directly on top of another man.


    Archer's eyes had shut instinctively as he braced for the pain during the fall and slowly opened them to see who he'd so rudely bowled over. And looky here, this guy just had to be incredibly attractive. Archer's eyes grew wide for a moment and he hesitated on top of the other man, still just looking down in a mix of shock and frustration at himself before he realized that maybe he should get the hell off of this guy.

  • AND WE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN - PRIVATE ROLEPLAY

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-23px; letter-spacing:2px][align=center][font=arial][size=6pt][color=white]23 YEARS OLD - KING CANDIDATE - HOMOSEXUAL - ETHELINE'S TWIN[/fancypost]
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    [justify][size=8][color=white]Approaching King's Landing happened to be two pale-skinned, dark-haired, blue-eyed twins seated upon two strong horses. The Tynes were definitely a force to be reckoned with and the male, Jasper, stared straight ahead with poise. The male Tyne's expression was strong, just as his parents had always instructed him. But his eyes gave him away unfalteringly.


    His blue optics didn't look at the crowd ahead, but at the horizon and he only averted his gaze from its forward position to glance over at his sister once or twice. Those blues were also filled with slight timidity as Jasper had never been the most outgoing type. Plus this whole king and queen choosing was getting to him. Well, at least he wasn't at this alone and had his twin sister by his side. His loyalty to family blood was strong and he wouldn't let this competition cause a rift between him and Etheline.


    The dark brown bay stallion below him trotted along the cobblestone path and suddenly, all eyes of the crowd were on the Tyne twins. He felt uncomfortable immediately and spared only a glance or two down at the scrutinizing citizens. The next bit was a blur to the young king candidate as he dismounted his horse and left it to the capable hands of the stable boys and headed inside the castle. He looked around at the other candidates and other folks and was again quite thankful that he had Etheline here with him.


    this is poop i'm sorry

  • star trekkin' across the universe (private)

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height:95%; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; padding:0px; width:530px; color: #141313;]Max watched Equinox closely as she stood up from their shared, presumably comfortable, bed and walked into the hall. She brushed her fingertips against his skin on the way out and it took his programming a prolonged second to react. Fingers on his synthetic skin caused an electricity to spark through the wires that connected his arm to his brain and that triggered a smile to form on his lips. A smile that didn't seem to make it all the way to his eyes.


    He followed after Equinox faithfully and inwardly voiced his disgust for the idea of heading to a space station today. He wouldn't dare tell Equinox that he didn't enjoy going out into public, or that he didn't even like leaving the ship. Other people made him uneasy and he didn't trust them.


    Well, so much for a peaceful morning to prelude their busy afternoon, Aperture had Eden in his arms and was chirping about something that Max hadn't quite caught. All he wanted to do was sit down and have a nice breakfast, so he ignored Ap and Eden's predicament and sauntered toward the stove with purpose. He picked up the respective plates of bacon and eggs and gingerly placed them down on the table as he finally acknowledged his younger brothers. Ap had taken Eden's seat, which meant that Max had to sit next to the frankly annoying and hyper 'droid. He took his seat and sat with the posture of a ballerina while he waited for everyone to calm down and begin eating.


    He also chose to ignore the little trick that Ap was doing, writing off the crossing of his eyes as juvenile and not at all amusing to Max.


    this is not good but i'm really tired

  • MADNESS, MURDER, DISMAY [ sign ups - open! ] ADV.

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    It has been… 13 months, 4 days and 6 hours and I’m still finding it hard to look within myself and feel total remorse for the murder of my boyfriend. Or, my ex-boyfriend now.


    Sure I miss him, he was a decent fu.ck, but he really could get under my skin sometimes. Could really irk me in ways that no one else could and when I slid my knife against his throat and watched a fearful fire spark up in his eyes--


    Right, that’s not important right now. Welcome to the nut house, kiddo. If you thought you were crazy out in the real world, odds are you’re pretty mild compared to some of us. What are you in here for? Oh, you killed one man and plead for insanity to avoid a life sentence? *laughs heartily* Oh, kid, you’re gonna get eaten alive in here, and possibly quite literally eaten.


    The point is, you’ve not seen the worst of society until you’re trapped inside a maximum security mental hospital with murderers, rapists, cannibals -- folks who are clinically insane. Those who just plead for insanity to escape a harsher punishment normally don’t last too long, so watch yourself.


    And I don’t really say that as a warning, I say that as a threat because I don’t take kindly to weaklings littering these halls.
    [size=18]We hope to mend your diagnosis!
    Look, if you hope to stay alive in this place, quit coming to bother me. You know what I'm in here for? Murder, and not your minimalist bull sh.it. No, I've killed hundreds of me, used to be my job, but I've "gone insane, Carlisle's gone completely mad this time!" That's what someone screamed when they found me bloody and laughing hysterically at the mutilated body of my lover.


    I digress, but really, I won't hesitate to find a way to murder you. Those doctors and guards and therapists? They don't give a flying fu.ck what we do to each other in here, as long as our families and the government are paying them for our care. This place is corrupted and most of the weaklings are escorted outta' here via body bag.


    These halls are haunted with the sicknesses of many others before you and I and the staff like to turn a blind eye to any homicides. Sure they all seem very nice, tolerant and willing to help you with your problems, but they'd sooner kill us all then go without a pay check.
    [size=18]Please enjoy your stay!
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    [size=18][i]Because you're never getting out!
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    wip, open for tracks

  • the reckless and the brave | trek's ARCHIVES

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