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twopoppies · 1 month

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I have followed Taylor from before she stunted with Harry and people only said super nice things about her. I don't know what bad things people said they hear about her. She is really close to her fans, always goes outside and hugs them and takes time to talk to them. The big change since she started tayrry is that she used to party way more and hang out with Alexa Dermie like an "it" friends kinda thing and that stopped. I remember thinking when they started that they were probably going to hide the fact that she is a smoker because that doesn't match Harry's whole public persona for his fans and either she cut back or I was right and they make a point to never get her smoking in pictures anymore.

Yeah, I’ve heard similar about being close to her fans etc. The few “negative” things I’d seen never really stood out to me, but there were a few about her being “difficult” or “rude”. But it was nothing like Olivia where literally every person (who wasn’t being paid to say nice things) said she was horrible in numerous ways.

I see from old photos that TR has drastically changed her look to be more fashionable, but that started before Harry. And I don’t know anything about her parting or smoking, but that’s always a good thing to cut back on 😉

#stunts #hussell

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cubeswhump · 4 years

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Defy Fate; Reanimate, part 2: Giver of Life

Directly follows The Pieces of Osiris.

Tagging @brutal-nemesis and @more-miserables

Warnings for gore, death, self-harm (not done from depression or misery), murdur, drugging, creepy whumper, torture, dismemberment, disembowelment, semi-professional surgery, bit of eye (optic nerve) gore, lots of gross stuff.

Lorelai wished Dearil would laugh and tell her to hush up, that her singing is so pitchy. "You sound like a dying cat," she mimicked in a deep voice, but he stayed limp and cold in her arms.

"Mm! Mmmh!" Viktor tried to scream against the tape as Lorelai set Dearil down on the table by the John Doe.

"Alexa, volume up," Lorelai commanded.

She opened up the John Doe and cut out his heart. She had a donor heart in a cooler, so she tossed his in the trashbag - but she needed the four connective arteries. Removal was slow and intricate.

"I don't know what to do without you," she sang. Time to connect the John Doe's arteries to Dearil's husk. She relied a lot on magic for this binding, her nose dripping blood into Dearil's open chest.

She had never heard of attaching entire arteries to a corpse, so she had to rely on her own imagination and magic for that, but surely attaching the heart would be easier.

She hadn't gotten this far in medical school and had to make do with vague medical tutorials. She clamped the open ends of the arteries. She could have cried with relief when the arteries twitched even with no blood supply.

Viktor stared at her with watery eyes. She filled the syringe with clear liquid and injected it into his deltoid.

"You'll need this. Thos is going to hurt." She paused. "I really am sorry, Viktor, but you're dying for a good cause."

Tears slipped down his cheeks. He was in an awkward position tp fond his vein but she managed to get the IV connected to his arm. She got the other end connected to Dearil's remaining arm and sliced her palm open, drawing the rune on his upper arm.

His heart began beating slowly. This time Lorelai did cry with relief.

She cut Viktor's shirt off and sliced into him carelessly, making short incisions over whatever organ she needed while he writhed against the restraints. She didn't want him to bleed too much while he and Dearil shared one circulatory system, so she burned the sides of each incision with the butane torch Dearil used to make crème brûlée. Victor's eyes rolled back and fluttered shut when she started breaking open his ribcage.

He came in and out of consciousness as she went back and forth between him and Dearil, transferring to Dearil a left lung, a stomach, three quarters of a liver. Viktor was a fighter, going in and out of consciousness and giving the occasional struggle.

"Hecate, Thanatos, Hel, Hades, Osiris, Heka, Freyja..." Lorelai whispeted the name of every deity associated with death or magic that she knew of. She hoped one, if any existed, would hear her pleas and give some form of divine assistance. She panted behind her mask and swayed on her feet, every rune on her body bleeding.

When Viktor started convulsing, mouth bleeding as he bit his tongue, Lorelai slapped him hard.

"Don't ruin this for me!" she shouted.

He didn't wake up this time, and she drained what she could of his blood and transferred it to IV bags that were connected to Dearil one after the other.

She cut into his scalp and skull, filling a cup with cerebrospinal fluid and removing his brain (including eyes) before his heart. She got Dearil's brain out of the vat and connected both to Viktor's still-warm heart and a bag of blood pilfered from the hospital.

She ditched the butane torch and sliced him open autopsy-style with a Y-incision. She hastily harvested and transferred his organs to Dearil before decomposition could start: the other lung, his entire urinary system, his gallbladder (he could live without it, of course, but Dearil loved fatty foods and dairy), his pancreas, his thymus (hopefully Dearil's thyroid, which was still in place, would bounce back), and his intestines (sans-appendix).

She left Victor's husk for now to fix up Dearil's ribcage, which was difficult without rods abs screws. She drew runes over the breaks and the way it reformed was brittle and lumpy, but oh well. His body would have to take care of the rest. Next, she sewed up his Y-incision and transfered skin graft's from the John Doe's unmarked stomach to where she had sliced skin off Dearil to fit him in her suitcase. It would scar pretty badly, but Lorelai would love him all the same.

Then she started on Viktor's legs and left arm. He was so white; the limbs would stand out terribly against Dearil's gorgeous brown trunk. The John Doe was closer in color, but he was very tall and thin and the limbs just wouldn't work.

"Alexa, ten hours of Mozart," Lorelai called.

She took off her soiled gloves to look up bone grafting videos on her phone. She didn't have rods or screws, so she had to keep this pretty natural. Er, magical. But a little bit of medican guidance might help, considering she wasn't studying orthopaedics.

Putting together a human body in pieces was too advanced for anyone, and Lorelai was over here doing it. Who cared that she was only in her second year of medical school? If anyone could do this, it was her.

She glanced back and forth between her work and the video as she sliced into what was left of Dearil's thigh, peeling the skin away from the bone. She peeled the skin on Viktor's thigh back next and shaaped both bones as best as she could until they fit almost like puzzle pieces. A bit of blood on the bone. Healing would be slow, she knew, like a regular broken femur.

Her hands shook and she struggled to thread the needle. Dissolving thread for the subcutaneous tissue. She stitched very carefully, but it didn't matter if the sutures were slightly uneven. She had to keep turning Dearil to suture the entire circumference and he was so much heavier now. Dissolving thread for the dermis, non-dissolving for the epidermis. Repeat on right leg. Repeat on left arm.

She cut into his jaw to realign the bone and sewed it up. Missing teeth gaped at her and his tongue, though less bloated, was still an odd purple. She expected it would improve with the increased blood flow now, as she knew the purple color was due to a lack of circulation.

She took a few layers of skin from his buttocks and used the inch-long patch to graft over his shredded left eyebrow, and then she took the nose from the cooler and very carefully stitched it onto his face. The shape was perfect even if the dplor was off, and she'd help him pierce it when he was awake. His ears too. He'd like that.

She couldn't stop smiling. She could feel a pulse when she pinched the wrist of his new arm. Dearil was coming together; he was coming back to her.

But now she was onto the scary part: connecting his mind.

Dearin's brain was faintly pink now and no longer sagging. The wrinkles had deepened. Lorelai drew a rune on the floor, set a bucket on top, and cut into the John doe's head, careful to avoid the skin she needed from the left side. She placed his brain in the bucket, and then his tongue. She sprinkled some herbs and dust on top, dropped in some paper, and threw in a match. The smell was awful, but she couldn't open a window.

Lorelai sat down with Dearil and Viktor's brains... And then she was opening her eyes, lying on the floor, head pounding. She gasped abd scrambled up to the table, but a look at the brains told her she wasn't out for very long; both were still pink and plump.

She turned Dearil onto his stomach and first set to work on the cerviva columns. C3 was nearly severed in the crash and needed an offering. She took one of John Doe's upper vertebrae to throw into the offering fire and sliced into the scabbing-over laceration on her hand. She aligned the two halves of Dearil's C3 with her fingers and dripped some blood directly into the crack. The spell nearly knocked her to the ground, but the crack fused with the ghost of a scar. But nerve damage was the problem and quadriplegia or hemiplegia were big risks, so more blood. A bit more.

Her heart pounded in her ears. Dark spots appeared along her vision. Bit she had to keep going.

She attached the C1 connected to Dearil's beainstem to his C2 and sewed up the back of his neck. Onto more intricate structures now.

She rolled Dearil over once more, onto his back now. His eyelids came off so easily and Lorelai submerged them in a bowl of blood, herbs, and water. Viktor's ears were close enough in color, and she threaded one optic nerve through the eye socket, pinching the end of what remained of Dearil's optic nerve with thumb forceps and pressing the ends together. She wrapped the connection in paper with an inscribed, bloody rune, focusing her energy on this tiny connection.

Her phone started ringing. Was it daytime yet? With all the blinds shut, she couldn't tell.

A sharp pain struck her head. She removed the paper, and shakily exhaled. The nerve was intact. She repeated the process with the other nerve but this one had a bjt of trouble reattaching.

Lorelai's nose gushed blood, soaking into her mask. She tried again, and again. It finst attached, though the nerve was thin at the merge. Oh well.

She carefully sliced pieces from Viktor's brain to fill in the missing and daged parts of Dearil's parietal and frontal lobes. She kept thinking about Dearil's hippocampus. Would he remember her?

"Please, bless Dearil with two fully functional hippocampi," Lorelai murmured, not noticing how her words slurred together. "Let him remember our friendship."

She carefully sewed his eyelids, now looser and less stiff, back on and taped them closed. Then she drizzled the cerebrospinal fluid onto his exposed brain and took the skull fragments she had cut from Viktor, having been sure to leave a bit of an overlap so the bone wouldn't fall into Dearil's head if it was slow to fuse. She left a piece of skull off to allow for swelling, smeared blood along the crease, and carefully put the scalp flap back on.

She was so tired, she couldn't possibly do this many sutures. She used the stapler to attach it and then got to removing skin for a graft from the John Doe. She drew the path of the incision first, much of the left side of his head with his ear included, and worked on attaching it to Dearil with the stapler.

Just a few more needed. Suddenly he gave a moan and she gasped.

"Dearil... Can you hear me?" she asked breathlessly. She looked horrible: covered in blood and sweat, makeuo smeared down her face, hair wild. Would this really be the first thing he saw coming back?

Just a few more staples. A few more. The stapler fell from her hand as the world went black. She slumped onto her friend's bloodied stomach.

***

Lech mich im Arsch g'shwindi, g'shwindi!

Oh God. Lorelai had fallen asleep, and now Mozart was mocking her. The universe was mocking her.

But when she rose, neck stiff after sleeping in that position, she realized she was so, so wrong; the universe was on her side.

Beautiful pink and purple bruising had blossomed across Dearil's body. His chest rose and fell with rattling breaths.

"Oh, Dearil," she murmured. She picked the stapler back up and finished the job. He gave a shuddering breath with each click. She wiped the blood off his skin with a damp cloth and grinned, marveling at her work.

She wheeled over the stretcher and struggled to pull Dearil onto it. He was so heavy now. She took him to the bedroom she used to sleep in when she still went on vacation with her family, pulling back the blue covers before struggling to move Dearil into the bed.

It was time to stop playing necromancer and be his nurse. She got him set up with a bedpan and got a needle in his arm connected to a bag of saline and painkillers. Antibiotics would be administered later tonight.

Covering loosely with the sheet, she pressed a kiss to the unharmed side of his forehead. "I'll be back soon, Dear. I have things to take care of."

He didn't respond.

She took another trashbag to the surgical room and untied Viktor, dragging him and the John Doe onto the floor. The fire had gone out while she slept, and it wouldn't have been big enough anyway. She raised the bone saw above her head.

***

Viktor's clothes, her own clothes, the bedding from Viktor's deathbed, ropes, the remains of the two bodies stashed in a trashbag and both trashbags stored in the attic awaiting disposal. She lacked the strength to deal with the bed right now, just spraying chemicals on the stained mattress, and got to bleaching and mopping the operating room until it's surfaces sparkled.

She had to sit down during her shower. She was so dizzy even now, and her head pounded. The water running off her was stained pink, and she hoped the smell wasn't in her pores.

She was more bandage than woman after she got done wrapping the still-seeping runes, and she pulled a loose-fitting shirt and pajama pants on over them. She grabbed her phone, setting an alarm to go off two hours before her shift, and settled down on the floor by Dearil's bed with a blanket and pillow.

"I love you, Dearil," she murmured, closing her eyes.

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emptyolympus · 4 years

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// guess who finally filled out a full list of alt fcs and the changes to main fcs she started months ago?? THIS GAL!! They’re under the cut if y’all are interested, all pages have been updated.

Adonis - Manny Jacinto

Aeolus - Douglas Booth

Alectrona - Candice Accola

Amphitrite - Shay Mitchell

Andromeda - Samantha Logan

Aphrodite - Scarlett Johansson

Apollo - Jordan Fisher

Ares - Orlando Bloom

Ariadne - Hailee Steinfeld

Artemis - Crystal Reed

Athena - Diana Silvers

Calliope - Camila Cabello

Calypso - Natalia Dyer

Circe - Yvette Monreal

Clio - Jenna Coleman

Daphne - Bianca Santos

Deimos - Bill Skarsgård

Demeter - Hayley Atwell

Dionysus - David Tennant

Enyo - Kristen Stewart

Erato - Arden Cho

Eros - Nick Robinson

Gaia - Bree Kish

Hades - Ross Butler

Hebe - Lili Reinhart

Hecate - Ruby Rose

Helios - Wolfgang Novogratz

Hephaestus - Robert Pattinson

Hera - Lena Headey

Heracles - Chris Evans

Hermes - Mena Massoud

Hestia - Florence Pugh

Hypnos - Dev Patel main, Dylan O’Brien alt

Icarus - Chai Hansen

Iris - Sofia Carson

Jason - Sam Claflin

Khione - Jenny Boyd

Leander - Chance Perdomo

Leto - Laura Harrier

Marsyas - Samuel Larson

Medusa - Karla Souza

Metis - Lucy Liu

Momus - Logan Lerman

Morpheus - Sebastian Stan

Nemesis - Alisha Wainwright

Nyx - Alexandra Shipp

Orion - Henry Cavill

Ouranos - Matt Bomer

Paean - Carlos Valdes

Pan - Tommy Martinez

Parthenope - Alexa Dermie

Peitho - Blake Lively

Persephone - Inbar Lavi main, Anya Cholatra alt

Perseus - Joe Keery

Phobos - Penn Badgley

Phoebe - Willa Holland

Poseidon - Jason Momoa

Prometheus - Justin Baldoni

Psyche - Sydney Sweeney

Rhea - Katie Stevens

Selene - Virginia Gardner

Sipriotes - Nicole Maines

Terpsichore - Ashleigh Murray

Thalia - Rose Leslie

Thanatos - Charles Melton

Theseus - Aubrey Joseph

Tyche - Janelle Monae

Zeus - Tyler Hoechlin

#ooc #alt list

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derrytownrpg-blog · 5 years

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Audición para Renata Sandoval (Alexa Demie)

¡Hola, Renata! Luego del ajetreado papeleo, finalmente nos complace darte una muy cálida bienvenida a Derry, un lugar donde vemos por el bienestar de cada uno de nuestros residentes y nos esforzamos por brindarles también la mayor seguridad posible, aunque con frecuencia resulte complicado. Un lugar donde la paz que puede apreciarse a simple vista se trata solamente de una pantalla que los mismos pueblerinos se han encargado de mantener, en un intento por aminorar el creciente temor que ha comenzado a esparcirse como hiedra venenosa entre las calles, pues el pasado que sin mucho problema decidieron olvidar ha vuelto para acecharlos nuevamente. ¡No olvides el toque de queda! Tal vez, si procuras regresar a casa sano y salvo antes del anochecer, tu nombre no acabe en la sección de personas desaparecidas del periódico local.

¡CARROTS! A partir de este momento, cuentas con 24 HORAS como lapso límite para enviar la cuenta de tu personaje. De llegar a necesitar más tiempo, no dudes en pedírselo a la administración. Reiteramos una vez más lo agradecidas que estamos por el interés que le has dado al proyecto y esperamos que te diviertas durante tu estadía con nosotras.

información ooc

nombre o seudónimo: carrots

edad: veintitrés

país/zona horaria: méxico

nivel de actividad: 5-8

¿toleras contenido 18+? simonky

¿algún trigger? suicidio, acoso/abuso sexual explícito, relaciones no consensuadas

contraseña: removida

información ic

nombre completo: maría renata sandoval

edad: veintiún años

fecha de nacimiento: 18 de junio, 1998

ocupación: mesera en tucker’s

faceclaim: alexa demie

personalidad:

con un vocabulario poco escrupuloso y una impetuosa personalidad, suele escandalizar a las señoras que a las afueras de la parroquia la observan caminar de regreso a casa los domingos por la mañana, con las ropas de la noche anterior y el maquillaje escurrido, mas toda crítica resbala por su dermis como hielo en deterioro. se ríe, se jacta de cómo más de un índice le apunta desdeñoso, acusándola de libertina, de ser un alma corrompida que peca de indecorosa, de cómo la gente gusta de señalarle y susurrar a sus espaldas a causa de la reputación que se ha ganado con los años. despreocupada e independiente, se desenvuelve con una particular gracia a causa de su desinhibido carácter. tosca y obstinada, pero coqueta a su manera. un espíritu libre que se rehúsa a ser enjaulado, risa ostentosa, fuego que no quema.

DE TRES A CINCO PUNTOS RELEVANTES ACERCA DE SU VIDA:

trigger warning: intento de abuso sexual

UNO. la estabilidad de su vida tenía programado un detonador con cuenta regresiva. Fueron alrededor de diez años los que tuvo la dicha de disfrutar plenamente, una niñez que si bien careció de lujos y comodidades, transcurrió de manera tranquila, sin disturbios, sin problemas, hasta que ocurrió: su pequeña familia de tres integrantes se desintegró tras el abandono del patriarca, quien encaprichado con una muchachita de piernas largas y una década menos que su esposa decidió dejar el hogar que sustentaba. fue un viejo remolque a las orillas del pueblo del que eran oriundas el único souvenir que tomaron, una deteriorada y maloliente casa rodante que les albergó después de haber perdido todo ingreso económico, lo cual obligó a la madre someterse a largas jornadas de trabajo, en más de un trabajo que simultáneamente atendía.

DOS. tres años de carencias, tres años de comidas esporádicas y una crianza descuidada por parte materna tuvieron como culminación cuando su madre contrajo matrimonio por segunda vez. un nuevo hombre se incorporó a la historia cuando renata cumplía los catorce. un hombre que les sacó de la miseria y del viejo remolque al que llamaban hogar para trasladarlas a un departamento de segunda clase, pero en mejores condiciones, con la promesa de estabilidad e incondicional apoyo. oh, pero pocas sospechas tenía su madre respecto a las intenciones del susodicho, quien aprovechándose de los atributos físicos que la menor comenzaba a desarrollar tiraba indirectas a diestra y siniestra cuando no se encontraba bajo el radar de su madre. en ese entonces, renata era considera una más de los chicos, siempre saliendo con muchachos de su edad, encontró comodidad entre el género masculino, y quizás fue eso lo que le hizo pensar a su padrastro que tenía el derecho de tomar un pedacito de ella. lo que comenzó con sutileza, con comentarios inofensivos y halagos que a cualquiera se le hacen, se tornó gradualmente en ligeros roces, en miradas desbordantes de una lascivia que empezaba a incomodar a la menor, pero que, aparentemente, pasaban desapercibidas ante la mujer que le dio la vida. tenía dieciséis cuando el hombre dio el siguiente paso, cuando su madre se hallaba ausente y él regresó a casa con un par de copas de más. la primera insinuación fue rechazada por una muy indignada renata, y ese fue el detonante que avivó la brutalidad de la bestia. ásperas manos la sujetaron de las muñecas en busca de retenerla y, pese a la joven que forcejeaba con todas su fuerzas, un par de bruscos labios hicieron el intento de profanar su inmaculada dermis. entre súplicas y sollozos, le fue suficiente un momento de lasitud en el hombre para zafarse de su prisión. un empujón y un rodillazo a la ingle derribaron a su agresor, dándole oportunidad entonces de correr fuera del departamento. cuando se lo contó a su madre, la mujer no le creyó. y tras ser acusada por ambos de padecer demencia, decidió abandonar su hogar.

TRES. ahora, con veintiún años y una secundaria a duras penas terminada, renata mueve sus caderas al son de la música que suena en tucker’s noche a noche. chicos y mayores le toman como la joya del lugar, el carisma que atrae clientela y el carácter que ahuyenta a otros cuantos, esa muchachita de cabellos oscuros y una piel morena, descendencia de sus raíces cubanas, que con “bésame el culo” se quita de encima a todo borracho que busca pasarse de listo. desde los dieciséis años, se ha trasladado de lugar en lugar entre las residencias dentro del mismo y jodido derry, acogida tanto por amigos como por familiares, refugiada bajo techos que nunca consideró un hogar, hasta que contó con el sustento económico suficiente para rentar un sitio por cuenta propia.

#audición aceptada #audición: alexa demie #user: carrots

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rain-man055-us · 4 years

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Tom Tailor Damen Alexa Slim Jeans, braun, schlicht, Größe 28/32 Tom TailorTom Schneider

Struktur des Haares

Haar ist eine Art von Protein namens Keratin. Dank Disulfid-, Öl- und Wasserstoffbrückenbindungen hat es eine dauerhafte Struktur. Die haltbarste Schicht ist die äußere Schicht. Es gibt mir das Pigment von Melanin in der Farbe der Haare. Die Menge an Melaninpigment liefert verschiedene Farben. Der Haartyp (gerade-lockig) wird durch die Dichte der Disulfidbindungen bestimmt. Disulfidbindungen sind bei lockigem Haar intensiver. Obwohl das Haar dünn ist, ist es vielschichtig und besteht aus mehreren Fasern. Eine Bifurkation am Haar tritt auf, wenn diese Strukturen getrennt werden. Innerhalb der Follikeleinheit in der dermalen Papille bilden sich Haare, die sich von der Epidermis, der obersten Hautschicht, bis zur Dermis erstrecken. Dann streckt es sich aus, durchbohrt die Epidermis und kommt heraus. Obwohl sich die Haarstrukturen in anderen Körperteilen unterscheiden, ist die allgemeine Grundstruktur eng.

Das Stahlstruktur-Keratin

Innerhalb der Follikeleinheit in der Dermalpapilla bilden sich Haare, die sich von der Epidermis, der obersten Hautschicht, bis zur Dermis erstrecken. Dann streckt es sich aus, durchbohrt die Epidermis und kommt heraus. Das Haar entsteht durch die Sekretion von Zellen im Bulbus-Teil, der als Wurzel bezeichnet wird, und durch Multiplikation und Veränderung der Struktur. Es wird in Richtung Hautoberfläche gedrückt. Haarausfallgründe wie die Bildung von Haaren sind in diesem Abschnitt ebenfalls wirksam. Nämlich; DHT (Di Hydro Testosteron), das die Zellen schädigt, die die Produktion in der Haarwurzel bewirken, besteht aus Testosteron in der Talgdrüse, die die Wurzel schmiert. Medikamente, die die DHT-Bildung verhindern, verhindern auch die DHT-Bildung, indem sie die 5-Alpha-Reduktase in dieser Region hemmen.

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rain-man055-us · 4 years

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Tom Schneider Damen Alexa schlanke Jeans in Knöchellänge, rosa, schlicht, Größe 30/32 Tom TailorTom Schneider

Struktur des Haares

Das Stahlstruktur-Keratin

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rain-man055-us · 4 years