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ourwrittenstories · 10 hours ago
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Hostility
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Blood was dripping in thick strands down her finger tips onto the fresh white snow, an obvious enough trail leading to her hiding place in the thick brush of the woods. She was being careless, she knew it, but at this moment she didn't really care. Her vision was starting to become blurry and all of her supplies from Umbrella were back in her Harley. "Fucking rookie move," Barabelle whispered as her eyes shifted over the snow covered ground. To be fair, she hadn't expected her camp to be infiltrated by God damn werewolves and crows. If she got out of this... No, when she got out of this, she was going to fucking kill Chris Redfield.
Where were those stupid herbs when you really needed one? Shit seemed to grow like weeds in this place except for where she was, apparently. It was becoming increasingly obvious that her hiding spot sucked, though, especially as the snow began to grow more and more red around her as if it were trying to match the sweat damp hair on her head. She had to move... and witch gritted teeth she did.
The sound of feet moving around her was obvious, she knew she wasn't alone, but she couldn't act. There were only three bullets left in her gun and her options were running thin. Her only chance of holding out was the smoke stacked foundry on the other side of the hill. The weight of her blood soaked leather jacket was holding her back from running full speed and, with a small sting of sadness, she tore it off and left it to fall with a wet 'splat' on the ground. The wound on her forearm was visible now and it was ghastly. It needed tending to as soon as possible, but first she had to make it to the factory.
"Catch me if you can, mutts." Belle huffed out, her Irish accent thick with exhaustion. Throwing her arm up over her chest, she steeled herself, and then ran. It was like a switch flipped around her as she ran as men, wolves, started to dart after her, jumping in front and next to her in a group hunt. She elbowed the one to her right with her good elbow as hard as she could and dashed past the rest. Moments before reaching the gate she had to use another two bullets, square between a lycans eyes, and then she was through....and then they were gone. A moment of suspicion passed over her before she caught sight of an herb and relief filled her system. Without much forethought, she grabbed the green plant and slid silently into the factory.
Barabelle slumped against a mountain of scrap and began to finally take stock of her wound. The oozing red liquid continued to pour and the small tap tap tap of blood trickling onto the metal floor was all she could hear aside from the distant whirring of the factories machines. "I'm going to murder so many people for this."
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lizzywondersblog · 11 hours ago
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So recently I have been experiencing this weird thing where when I try to daydream/when I'm daydreaming, I see myself as a para. And its NOT on purpose I'm stuck seeing myself as some random para, usually fictional characters of shows that already exist, and it basically gets really weird from there. I don't think I'm explaining this right-
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ruthless-wonderland · 12 hours ago
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if pure imagination by kathleen doesn't SCREAM madd idk what does
seriously fellow madders give it a listen it just completed my puzzle piece
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criticalsmash · 18 hours ago
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We managed to grab a shot of a wild #abra before it teleported away and the #paras behind was just as surprised while harvesting mushrooms! What’s your favorite #newpokemonsnap pic that you’ve taken so far? Check out our awesome #gaming partners! @nintendoplaystation @nintendo_world_18 @nintendocam @woody2610 @8bitfellow @allisonsav_nintendo_queen @_briofhyrule_ @nightram56 #pokemonsnap #nintendo #nintendoswitch #pokemongo #pokemonletsgo #kanto #90s #japan #toys #toyphotography #videogames #gottacatchemall #pokemoncenter #pokemoncollection #pokemoncommunity #pokemonplush #sittingcuties #pokemonfit #gameboy #gba #wii #pokemonred #pokemonblue #n64 #pokemon25 #pokemon25thanniversary https://www.instagram.com/p/COzh-TGnYvC/?igshid=8sn25x5j0scg
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thatprettyhoeoverthere · 18 hours ago
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crap, anyone else having those darn secondary effects of MaDD where after hours...and I mean plenty of hours, of daydreaming and pacing, you become so desintesized of your reality? Like you have no damn energy or enthusiasm to do anything afterwards. You feel blank, mind blank and even you exist for the next minutes blank. There's no wish in watching tv, and being in your phone is pointless so you're just there...nothing catching your attention, nothing interesting you or even the simplest human wish of doing/wanting to do anything else? You're just spent. Empty and drained. No motivation whatsoever.
Or is it depression?
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zoinkshaggy · 23 hours ago
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I always feel like somebody’s watching me And I have no privacy I always feel like somebody’s watching me Who’s playing tricks on me? Who’s watching?
“Remus, I have news.”
It had been over a year now.
For awhile, the harassment had stopped, halted as suddenly as it had started. No new text messages, voicemail silent all but the sound of breathing on the other end, the feeling of being followed. Maybe Remus had been stupid or naïve, or just plain hopeful, to believe it was over with no real resolution, but he did. He’d put it behind him, almost forgotten about it. Until mother’s day.
After making sure Velma’s bouquet, card and chocolates shipped safely, he’d left his apartment for groceries. In the half an hour he’d been gone, he returned to find a small gift box sitting in the middle of the floor, door still locked, windows shut. Inside, there was only an old photograph of him, and a note with the words ‘to the boy that made this day something to celebrate, love you always, your real mommy’ scribbled in red ink.
The first thing he’d done, after changing the locks, was call his grandfather.
As an ex-officer with connections, he assumed he would be able to give him some sort of contact information, so he could go to the local police to file a restraining order... or something. He didn’t want to alarm anyone, so he used the excuse of wanting to catch up with his birth mother to make sure Colton didn’t breathe a word to his parents. 
“It may not be the news you want to hear,” Pops said after a short pause, “and I’m sorry it took me so long. Maria Perez was not an easy person to track down. You have to remember, this isn’t something entirely legal, I’m doing, either.”
“Oh, it’s no rush,” he assured the man, though he had to admit it felt like one. He hadn’t been able to sleep since Sunday, wondering how someone had gotten in and out of his apartment, and known that he wasn’t there at that. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
“For around five years after you were in the system, I couldn’t pinpoint anything. I assume she was using fake IDs to avoid the legal trouble she was in, but she was doing a damn good job of hiding out. I found warrants, but no arrest records. She just went off the grid. Vanished.”
He stopped talking for a moment, and Remus heard him flipping pages. He must’ve gotten deep into the research --- it was one reason he’d reached out to his grandfather, he knew that he enjoyed playing detective still. Of course, his dad would too, but that was a little too close to home. The last thing he wanted was his parents thinking he was in trouble, but next to that, he didn’t want them thinking he cared to reach out to his previous family. He had no real plans to reconcile. He just wanted the eeriness to stop.
“The next thing I found tied to her real identity was divorce records. She left your father and checked herself into rehab. Unfortunately, just a year later, it looks like she fell back into old habits. I found a few arrest records from a few different towns. She must’ve been living her life on the run for awhile.”
Another flip of a page, and Remus hummed in answer, just so he’d know he was still on the phone. He didn’t really care, frankly, what the woman had done with her life. He just wanted to know where she was now, so he could finally do something to put an end to the stalkerish feeling that had been haunting him on and off since last year.
“Her trail went cold again for a little while, and then... well, this is news that I... I really hate to break to you, Remus,” Colton hesitated, speaking only a moment later words that chilled Remus to the bone.
“Your birth mother was murdered seven years ago.”
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oh-noes-my-tacos · 23 hours ago
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Paramay Prompt Two - Para+Family
Paracosm: The Starwritten Society
Paras: Grey Wilson [he/him], Alexander Fox [he/him], Zelda Kennedy [she/her], Aidan Hollister [she/her or they/them, either is fine]
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Wilson: Family? Ah, well... I don’t really have a family, I suppose. It’s a complicated story. Is- It that all?
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Fox: They’re dead lol.
Fox: I mean, my sister might be alive, but I haven’t seen her in...
Fox: Uh
Fox: ...25 years? Yeah, 25.
Kennedy: Bitch, I’m your family
Fox: Yeah, Kennedy’s my family. She’s the best.
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Kennedy: I have seven siblings. My parents disowned me when I was like, twelve, so fuck those guys, but my uncle took me in! He’s pretty great, and he got me here, so I owe him my life.
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Hollister: Never met ’em.
Fox: I’m her dad.
Hollister: ...No you’re not???
Fox: Yeah I am. I’m a cool dad.
Hollister: You’re not a dad!
Fox: You’re grounded.
Hollister: You can’t do that-
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oh-noes-my-tacos · a day ago
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Okay, so I haven‘t been on Tumblr for very long, and this is my first time doing Paramay, but lets try this out.
Prompt One - Para(s)+Intro
Some background info: The Starwritten Society is a secret organization that rescues children and teens with paranormal abilities from those who wish to weaponize and abuse their abilities. They also train those with said abilities to control and/or utilize their powers without harming those around them. It was originally called The Society For The Protection Of Paranormal Youth, but was changed a few decades ago after someone in charge rightfully decided that was too much of a mouthful.
You are on a minimum level of security. The following file has been heavily edited so as not to show any classified information.
Name: Grey Wilson
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Abilities: [REDACTED BY REQUEST OF AGENT]
Department: High-Risk Rescue (Head)
Appearance: fc Tom Hiddleston
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Demeanor: Agent Wilson has a generally calm attitude, with the ability to keep a clear head and make quick decisions in most situations. Being as patient as he is, Wilson is one of the Society’s top agents. He maintains a kind disposition in the field, and has a calming presence on those around him. He is, however, prone to anxiety and is easily startled, constantly tense when not on mission. He can be non-confrontational and makes a conscious effort to avoid combat situations through careful planning.
Recruitment: [REDACTED BY REQUEST OF AGENT]
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Name: Alexander Fox
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Abilities: None
Department: High-Risk Rescue (Operative)
Appearance: fc Pedro Pascal
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Demeanor: Agent Fox is among the more chaotic of the Society. While he completes most missions in record time, he often does so with reckless abandon for his own life and little to no planning. Fox has proven to be impulsive and headstrong, running straight into the thick of the fight. He‘s stubborn and refuses to back down even when he knows he’s beaten, and has displayed plenty of overconfidence, bordering on cockiness. Adding to that, he has a sarcastic, flirtatious disposition and a very fatalistic sense of humor.
Recruitment: Found in Oregon at 18 years old performing as a trapeze artist in a traveling circus. Agents had gotten word of a paranormal child near the area, and Fox was roped into the mission after following the agents our of curiosity. He proved himself to be a remarkable fighter and quite clever despite his flaws. Upon being offered a position in the Society, Fox readily accepted and has been here since.
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Name: Zelda Kennedy
Age: 39
Gender: Female
Abilities: None
Department: Technology (Head)
Appearance: fc Tessa Thompson
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Demeanor: Agent Kennedy has a deadpan sarcasm to her, and a rather indignant personality. She doesn’t seem to be able to sit still for longer than ten minutes, and is constantly moving around or fidgeting with something. Kennedy struggles with taking things seriously, and always has some sort of joke to make about everything. She has a brilliant mind, and her ideas and innovations have substantially improved the Society since her arrival
Recruitment: Agent Kennedy was accepted into the Society on recommendation from her uncle, a high-ranking operative in the Medical department. She quickly rose to become the head of her department due to her genius and intellect.
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Name: Aidan Hollister
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Abilities: None
Department: High-Risk Rescue (Trainee)
Appearance: she’s the only one without a faceclaim lmao here have a Picrew instead
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Demeanor: Agent Hollister has a very rough, blunt exterior and a sense of humor and sarcasm, very similar to that of her mentor. Unlike the latter, she appears to be far more careful. Hollister is intelligent and creative, but can occasionally get lost in her own head and need something to “wake her up”.
Recruitment: Agent Hollister was discovered in a foster care home in South Carolina after she hacked into the Society’s archives - causing quite a security panic - searching for information on a friend that had gone missing after developing paranormal abilities. She was tracked down by a few agents three days later, all quite surprised to find that she was a 14-year-old girl. Hollister, having found out about the Society, requested to join, and was allowed after some debate between the council. She is the youngest recruited non-paranormal agent of the Society thus far. As of right now, Hollister’s training has been placed in the hands of Alexander Fox, on recommendation from Agent Grey Wilson.
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kxllerblond · a day ago
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i either cant stop writing or i dont want to write more than a sentence at a time. i have no in between and this is my toxic trait
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paraesthetics · a day ago
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how does ‘Horrance Wayne Hargrave’ and ‘Hartley Lyn Huntly/Hargrave’ sound 🤔
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asynjja · a day ago
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good morning, i’ll be closing my inbox until probably the end of the week to allow me to catch up with everything but i’m still here for plotting and just generally talking abt our characters so pls don’t take it as me being uninterested in your meme requests <3 
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alfazagato2 · a day ago
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Again, apologies for the shitty pic.   These were tiny.
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