Posts by Tessa

Dude hell yeah

Alright that's cool for me.
i hate to ask but I've had people say they are advanced when not maybe I can have a sample post

Hmm maybe muse a I think I'd be better with the witch role

Alright my friend, do you have any ideas on where to start? Face claims?

Well I haven't heard of the man. well I've seen the face claim before but not the name lmao it's all good though. I may use Amber heard

Hmm maybe we could start like on the day before he comes on the door step? We could have them like its on their usual days of her sharing magic and potions and her telling him of what has been going on and the odd howling?

it really could've just been an old post but I can take your word on it

Alright alright alright. So I guess I'll do the first post? honestky it may be a while till it gets fully finished lmso

Oh shit I forgot to ask, what kind of werewolf are you wanting like turn into a real wolf or like the one in the god or??

dude bubba I know who you a re we had a plot together! Though I never got around to it because you were gone so long I thought you left. Oh but it was beautiful.

But yeah! Anyway BxG is great and I'm flatly down with doing the first one with you!

Hmmmmm maybe it's be better to do over and pm no reason to over flood here :)

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This honestly had to be the stupidest thing Arabella could've ever done, but it almost seemed like it could be her last chance. As if her most dying wish could be answered and it could give her boost in her life. Now a person may ask what she was referring to, as of now it was the leather bound book in her hands, filled with crazy writings and illustrations. Best friend beside her, she couldn't help but almost wonder, what could they do with such a thing in their possession? It's not like it could work... But isn't it worth the try? All that was written in the book used to be believed by almost everyone. Anyone that couldn't have an explanation for it seemed to just write it down and confirm it was magic or something of the supernatural. That's what they were told to believe in history class all these years, so why was the young woman wanting to believe differently now?

Ingredients were set out amongst the two ladies, and so there was a pentagram(fuck I forgot if that was either the right sign and in lazy AF) made of chalk. Bella had suggested of paint, but then her friend, Sophia suggested not to. It was best that the blonde not keep her house looking like a satanist lived in it. Flipping through the pages one last time, Arabella's pale blue eyes settled on the page that they had bookmarked and read over the title once more. Summoning of a Demon. Ah yes, something everyone desired to do. Bring a demon into their home and act like nothing happened. Well, that's what her and Sophia seemed to be doing at this very moment in time as Sophia lit the candles and moved around the small altar they created with different herbs from the garden. The garden next door actually, but those details don't matter at all.

Arabella had moved from her criss crossed position from the floor, to standing holding the book in hand ready to mumble the Latin words. All that came out were jumbled letters and tongue tied words. "You sound like you're about to throw up." Sophia spoke up, beginning to laugh on the cold floor. "I'm trying here? Okay? I wasn't the one who dared you to summon a damn demon." And with that interjection she tried once more. Maybe she needed an accent for these type of things. Maybe the demon would understand that she's just trying and hasn't achieved much in her years of living and would give her leverage.

Attempting to cast the spell one last time, she read slowly and clearly letting her crisp voice fill the cold room. Her eyes closed as she finished and waited for anything to happen. Wait for another voice, a screaming Sophia, or even just a different feeling in the air. As moments passed by, she opened her eyes, her gaze staring at the blank ground, and an untouched pentagram. With a turn of the head, she gave out a chuckle and threw the book back into the box where she found it before she helped Sophia off if the ground.

"Well, so much for bringing a demon for coffee today." Arabella laughed, handing her friend her purse and her things. "Maybe another time." The other lady in the room nodded her head and sighed. "Or not mess with the other side at all. My grandmother didn't exactly fancy this shit... But anyway I'll see you at work tomorrow and don't forget the meeting at 12!" Half of her departure was screamed as Sophia continued up the steps and left Arabella there in her basement. If her grandmother didn't like all of this, then why did her friend ever suggest it? Bella didn't exactly believe in all the jumbo but it was just a thought.

Picking up the herbs at one of the end points, she threw them away into the garbage can beside her, patting off some left over leaves on her hands. Honestly this was a dumb idea. A stupid idea that they shouldn't have even done. What if the demon didn't come because she fucked up? Or even made a curse on her family because some witch wanted to mess with her? All these were great questions but with no one to answer.

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Bumper dumper done. Not my finest work but ugh. Bless sorry

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(Oh well makes her seem more naive)

Arabella had picked up the trash can after she has thrown away everything to rid if the evidence. Really? What was she thinking about when she decided to mess around with the dark arts? That this stuff actually was real? Honestly science and history shall always just be her best friend because it proves everything doesn't it? Yeah, it totally does. Walking over to the steps, she set down the trash can, as she was about to go fetch the mop. But the woman stopped in her tracks and swore her heart jumped out of her chest when she heard another voice. Quickly turning around, her piercing blue gaze met the owner of the voices own.

What the fuck? Honestly that's all the woman could think of as she stared at the supernatural being in her basement. I-it actually worked? As Bella let it talk, she side stepped around to the counters keeping her gaze upon him. "I wasn't exactly trying too hard." The woman muttered out, though her voice a little shaken. Why was her voice shakey? She didn't seem all shook up about the situation, but just know that there was fear there. The young blonde was just never well at showing her emotions. Was she ever excited? Mad? Sad? The world may never know. But her face almost sought out irritation as he was critiquing her demon power skills. Sassy he is.

If she was going to be honest, she thought the demon's appearance would be different. Even th voice. She just suspected something totally awful and out of the question, not a buff 26 year old. Her eyes glanced at the box on the counter and picked up the book. "You mean this thing?" Yes, obviously that thing Arabella. "It was just something of my grandmother's that she had given me before she died ..." Looking back up at the demon, she raised an eyebrow. Why call it out so many times about the pentagram? She knows it's wrong now, but damn. Maybe it should've kept the demon out for good. She could've dealt with that a little better.

She actually opened the book for a moment, her eyes just scanning over the old illustrations and pages. "If I give a name you stop calling me, sweetheart." She told him, eyes squinting back up at the demon. A deal? Now that sounded almost promising. But what of? What could she possibly even ask for? A raise in her job? Better living arrangements? Slipping a piece of hair behind her ear, she began to think it over. The woman desired many things, but they all seemed puny and not worth it. She did Lust over getting ahead. Becoming on top Of the company and almost a sense of ruling.

"Arabella Daaé." She told him, "that's the name and I suppose a deal would seem like the best thing to do instead of waste your time." Really? Yes let's speak to the demon like it's your boss. "A deal to help me lead the company, wealth come my way." It sounded greedy yes, but she had to admit, there were people in her way. Too many she could handle.

(Idk but my mind just shoots that he could start manipulating her later in. Emotionally and physically lmao ahhhhh kill me)
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bumpers

FUCK I GOTTA GET TO TGIS

Bumper dumper

AHHHHH I'm gonna get to this probably tomorrow!

I'm an awful person

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Anything that Evan seemed to have said earlier was just now processing in her head, and her brain working around it all. A hand came up to her chest when Evan had sat down on the armrest. "You called me, 'dear'" Now Bella had forgotten all about the happy birthday wishes as her mind began to jump around to different topics and her eyes whisking around the room. But her attention was mostly on Evan. She could notice his gaze on her, burning into her as a parent would for their sick child with a fever. Now, it wasn't her entire fault on how she was acting... She was twenty one and wanted to live a little bit for the night. She had the rest of her life to drink and be hungover on the morning, but tonight was the night to make it her first. Twenty first for the first. Her eyes closed for a moment, her fingers twiddling until she spoke once more. "I know how you feel about your face, but you also know how I feel about it."

Yes, she may have screamed in complete horror the first time around, but come on. The young woman was just taken back and scared at the sudden lack of normalcy. Arabella twisted herself over so she was on her stomach, almost falling off the couch in the process of doing so. At the suggestion for her next birthday plans, her eyes lit up a bit, though you probably couldn't tell from how glossed over they were. "Me and you. We can watch Beauty and the Beast. Because you know," she managed to sputter that out as she wiggled up to him, resting her head on his thigh. She hoped he wouldn't run away from her warm touch or the slugged words she possessed. In her mind, if they were going to be in a relationship there had to be some form of intimacy. She found it only fair if she was only able to see him when no one was around, or when one or the other wasn't busy, so she wished for just a bit of intimacy.

Or hell even tonight to get more than that.

Green orbs stared up at him, a hand coming up also to his thigh, not going anywhere, just staying next to her own face, her thumb rubbing small circles. Though the blonde quickly rose up, her eyes trying to focus on the man at hand, her vision slightly blurry. "You know I didn't ask much for my birthday. Especially from you!" She told him, running a hand through her hair. There Arabella was right. She really did only ask to be with him...though she didn't really live up to that. Her night was just at the bar with friends and finally decided to walk on down here around eleven at night. But she was here now, and she knew what she wanted. Was there a plan on getting it? No, not really. It was more of, 'let's wing it and see where it takes me kind of plan.' It seemed to be where all of Bella's plans were falling actually.

A silly grin was plastered on her face as she steadily got herself off of the couch, until she teetered towards the left on her boot. Fudge nuggets. Her left side hit the wall, a soft thud filling the small living room. "It's okay!" She muttered off, her hand just swatting it off so she could get Infront of Evan. Taking a few tiny steps towards him, her hands found his cheeks again, leaving their faces a few inches apart. "You should just let me see you." She whispered to him, before placing a small kiss on his lips. After a few moments she pulled away, her fingers touching the brim of the mask, to distract him just a bit as her free hand came down to the hem of his shirt, staying out there.
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At the mention of her grandmother, she bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her peace. It's still a sensitive topic since her death didn't happen to long ago. It was only a few months ago. But the demon did have a point. Not many could say such a thing. Now Arabella did know that her grandmother was always a skeptic. And by skeptic she just seemed to always be on edge and always questioning things and how it wasn't true. It's just that, the young woman wouldn't have expected dark magic from the old woman who would bake her cookies and a glass coke when she was sad. Maybe her grandmother called upon demons when she was sad and got them to put their wrath on anybody that had hurt her in that day. Maybe not the best response but it got the job done.

When he spoke her name, and the comment she would've have blushed. But with the thought of how he was a demon, the compliment completely rolled out of her head out of her ears. Honestly if she cares what a demon thought, she would've already tried this whole summoning thing and attempt to screw it. Now, she didn't know if that was humanly possible but she's heard in old lore tales that demons could do such a thing and actually give offspring from a human host. Maybe she should've asked her roommate in college who took demonology more questions. Like, how the hell is this all happening? Honestly she just wants to believe that there's fumes down here and she was hallucinating and actually talking to a cat. Which would still be odd since she doesn't own one.

She took a few steps away from him, placing the book down into the box and putting the top back on. Bella didn't want to be carrying that thing around everywhere at the moment, especially when this demon was pushing things towards her face and telling her to drip her blood or something on this piece of paper. Arabella couldn't help but cringe slightly at the thought, talking ahold of the pen. She wasn't scared of blood or anything, it's just the thought of giving him any of it was just a weird thought. He might as well just take her finger and suck it up himself. Kinky. sky blue eyes fixated on the demon her lips parting for a moment but quickly closing. It seemed like a dumb question, but something was just aching at her. If she was to this, there was surely going to be questions. "Pardon me," she spoke lightly, "Let's say you go and do what I've asked.... What if I need you again?"

It was an honest question, especially what she was getting herself into. Hell probably after this, she'll be marching up to her computer to find locals who can speak fucking Latin. But that wouldn't help her in what the contract says. She saw a few words that she recognized and knew from her grandmother but that was about it. But the words she knew, wouldn't tell her anything as they were scattered and couldn't even form a sentence with them. Before she could wait for an answer from him, she glanced at the pushpin, twirling it around in her fingers. Might as well hurry up and get it over with. Making sure the point was at her skin, she quickly poked it, not wincing or her breathing hitching in the process. It was almost as if she had done this before.

Piercing eyes starred at the man for a moment, her teeth biting onto her lower lip. Arabella could feel such an awful feeling in her gut but she tried her best to not think about it. "Now I never got your name." She spoke, her eyes fixating on the contract as she brought it close to sign. "It's not fair if my barrier of fortunes and misfortunes have mine but I don't have yours." Now did that really matter? Probably not, but she can't just go around calling him demon. Demon demon demon. "But other than that, I suppose we have a deal." She told him, before signing the contract below.

And the gut wrenching feeling in her stomach just got worst.
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