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"You think I'm being petty?" Jennifer snarled. "You killed me! I was doing what I had to do to stay alive after being brutally murdered and turned into a fucking monster, and instead of showing me a little understanding and compassion, you fucking killed me you bitch!" Now Jennifer was mad. "Maybe this time I'll be the one to kill your sorry excuse for an ass, and we'll see if you feel a little petty afterward."

"You do you, just leave me out of it." Needy rolled her eyes at her, because no. "Okay, no. Actually, I am not willing to test that theory because I actually like my life in this city. I'm not trying to die over some pettiness you still have in your soul."

#[jennifer talks] #[jennifer: needy] #swearing tw #death mention tw #murder mention tw

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Moxxie's arms moved around her waist, pulling her close, and Millie's smile widened. He gushed about living with her, and she couldn't help but giggle, feeling a little like a school girl being swept off her feet. Her heart was racing and her cheeks were flushed, and she bit at her bottom lip as her mind went straight to the gutter. She'd never fallen so hard for someone so quickly as this before. Well, not that she remembered, anyhow. "Well, now, that does sound like a mighty good plan if I do say so myself. I'll have to make sure it's nice and sturdy." That got Millie thinking about her room, and she got lost in the thought for a moment. "I s'pose I'll have to clear out some closet space too, but y'know, it is a reaaal big closet. Come to think of it, the whole house is way too big for just one person." She looked back into his eyes, heart beating so loud, and confessed, "Almost feels like you're meant to be there. Like it's time for you to come home." She leaned in to kiss him then, already missing his lips on hers even though it really hadn't been that long since they last kissed. "So come home, baby."

"-oh I do, i really do." he insisted; maybe pathetically so- but if there was one thing he lived for- it was his wife.. and not having his other half felt incredibly strange and wrong to him. "you're sure?" he asked; eyes meeting her's; his own arms snaking around her waist. "oh millie, i can't wait to live with you again- the first thing we should do is- put that bed to use." he teased; of course meaning it wholeheartedly.

#[millie talks] #[millie: moxxie] #nsfw tw #nsfw mention tw #kissing tw #kiss tw #intimacy tw #guys can we have one thread without- #“no” #fair enough #but also this did make me emotional help

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Alice Kingsleigh's chinese dress in Alice through the Looking Glass

#[ alice inspo ] #[ disney ] #love the purple on her tbh

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@mastcrmiind Assassin Event Starter: Jane & Lydia

When Jane saw Lydia's body, lying in a heap on the ground, she thought she might be sick. She nearly was, too. But she managed to bite back the nausea and approach her little sister, tears coming quickly and spilling easily onto her cheeks. She took in a trembling breath as she knelt down next to Lydia, and couldn't help but starter to sob. "Lydia... Oh my goodness.... What happened to you?" Gently, she touched her hand to her chest, lightly shaking her limp form. "Wake up... please."

#[jane talks] #[jane: lydia] #death tw #grief tw #hwevent17 #sorry this took ten million years

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Dearest Jane. The way he said her name, and not Miss Bennet or Miss Jane, but Dearest Jane... it made her heart squeeze and race in her chest. She blushed, and nodded, holding his hand and arm tightly. As they made their way to Charles' home, Jane stayed close, and eventually they were in the safety of his entryway, the door shut and locked. Jane hardly could stand how fast her heart was beating out of both a mixture of fear and embarrassment at being so close to Charles. But then she remembered how she'd seen Lydia's body, and she couldn't help but get emotional all over again. She needed closeness right now. She needed to be held. "M... Mr.... Ch... Charles..." Her voice is shaky as she reaches for him again, returning his gesture by using his first name as well, and this time her hands go to his shoulders. She clutches the fabric there tight, and takes in a trembling breath as she starts to cry again. "Oh Charles, it's just been awful," she sobbed, burying her face in his chest.

Charles opens his mouth to say that it would not have been a burden at all; but his words are stopped before they ever come out. The poor man's head was spinning between swooning himself and worrying for her safety as she grabs his hand and arm. Is this the new normal for society that Fitzwilliam had been speaking about? The ability to have closeness without being married prior? But those were thoughts for later, for now, his main concern was the safety of his love and helping her to feel restored to her natural state. Charles rests his hand upon hers and nods. "I am honored to escort you to safety, ... dearest Jane." He was not going to let her boldness (even if done in fear) to be left unmatched. Quickly he begins to lead her to his home, a home he hoped she would call her own soon as well.

#[jane talks] #[jane: charles] #death mention tw

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Inuyasha didn't know how long he floated in darkness. What he did know, was that that wasn't all there was. Every so often, he'd get a vision, images with sound that floated by as they played for him. It was an entire lifetime, starting back in the Feudal Era of Japan. Inuyasha was a half-demon, who fell in love with a human - not once, but twice. The more he saw the more it made sense to him - the way both Kikyo and Kagome interacted with him. He was grateful to finally understand. After a moment, there was nothing but darkness again. And then... slowly... his heart begun to beat in his chest again. He slowly took in a deep breath, and tried to open his eyes. His lashes fluttered as he blinked, and finally a blurry image was coming into view. As he focused, breathing deeply, he tried to make out who it was. "Ka... gome...?" His head was killing him. The dark hair... that was Kagome, wasn't it? "Kagome..."

@thetorturedmusesdept --- KIKYO && INUYASHA ( event 17 !)

for the most part kikyo had spent this whole thing fighting for her life. she had no hesitated to put an arrow in to someone to make sure she was able to keep moving. but at the end of the day she worried about kagome, about inuyasha. where were they? had they made it through fine? those thoughts were on her mind as she pushed her way through the city. what she didn't want to come across, however, was a familiar body laying in her path. it was one she knew so well. it caused her to freeze, to tense up. no, this wasn't possible. slowly she approached the other with careful steps, her bow dropping out of her hand as she sunk to her knees. "oh inuyhasha..." she whispered, tears welling in her eyes as she moved some hair away so she could see his face. the blood that pooled around him almost made her sick to her stomach. "i am so sorry i could not save you." she spoke softly as she continued to mess with his hair. how would kagome react when she saw this? how was she meant to tell her? how would they get over this? she felt sick and she was trying not to cry as she looked him over. "i wish you would wake up." she whispered with a shaky breath, still in shock over what she was seeing.

#[inuyasha talks] #[inuyasha: kikyo] #death tw

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Luckily for Inuyasha, Kagome didn't seem to notice the blood on his clothes. He'd done a good job of getting his face and neck and hair cleaned up, but his clothes were another story. He tugged Kagome along, listening to her explain her injuries. It pissed him off that she was hurt at all, especially now that he had his memories back. "Yeah, yeah. You can tell me what bastards hurt you later and I'll track 'em down." Nearing his apartment, thankfully, Inuyasha knelt down suddenly, dropping her hand. "Jump on my back, it'll be faster."

(¸.• ♛ → she didn't care about anything else right now, she was just so so happy that he was alive and safe with her, that's all that matters at least at this moment. "i'm glad..." a small sigh escaped from her lips. oh, she just got into some fights trying to help out other people so she didn't notice what happened to her, she mostly was just in a hurry. "it's nothing, i was just trying to help as many people as i was able to." she admitted. the raven haired woman nodded and looked at him, taking his hand as well and following him. "you think this will be over soon? it doesn't seem like it, i've seen people killing others just out of nowhere." and she just didn't understand how this can be possible, why this was happening.

#[inuyasha talks] #[inuyasha: kagome] #blood tw #death mention tw

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"Whining?" Gareth wasn't usually one who was quick to anger, but this guy pissed him off immediately. After all, what kind of person "people watches" others murdering one another? He couldn't help but sneer at the guy. "People like you are why this shit is happening. You're sick. I'm talking about missing children, and all you care about is entertainment."

felix rolled his eyes. he was enjoying a quiet evening. well as quiet as it could get with the murders still taking place in the street. "oh would you quit your whining?" felix groaned as he stretched out his neck. "i was just people watching." he gestured to the people across the street fighting.

#[gareth talks] #[gareth: felix] #murder mention #swearing tw

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Dash was crying, holding Zola's limp body one moment... and then, a few minutes later.... she was sucking in a deep breath, eyes popping open, scaring Dash half to death. His own eyes were wide as he matched her own, both of them looking at each other for a moment before she said his name. Dash almost broke again, his face crumbling in relief at what he was seeing. Zola was alive. She was okay. She was going to be alright. More tears slipped down his cheeks, and as she struggled to sit up, he couldn't help himself. He pulled her into a hug, arms holding her tight, but still gentle enough not to hurt her. "Zola!" he choked out, shaking all over. "You- You died! I thought you died!" He was still having trouble processing the grief and the relief at seeing her alive and talking again. He pulled back from her, still trembling, but helping her to keep herself upright. He searched her head and found no wound, just dried blood. He let out a shaky breath as he looked at her face. "Fuck. Thank fuck. Zola, you scared the shit out of me. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

death had been a heck of a thing. there had been sort flashes of the life she had lived in dc then nothing. it was like an endless sea of darkness. but even death didn't want her to be done with living. it all happened in such a rush. it was like her heart started pumping again, the pain in her head dulled as it was like an electric jolt. with a sudden breath her eyes were open. for those first few moments her eyes were wide, like a deer caught in headlights. where was she? what had happened? how was she in someone's arms? slowly she tilted her head to look up. "---dash?" her voice came out weak as she tried to register this whole moment. she still struggled to really sit up. "dash, hey... it's okay." but it wasn't okay for either of them. not when all of a sudden she was aware of things she wasn't aware of before and her eyes filled with tears. all of a sudden she just wanted her mom.

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Jim clenched his jaw for a moment as he looked at her. "No. No, you're not," he admitted with a sigh. "I can't believe this is even happening."

Alice paused for a moment, considering the question. "That depends," she said, shifting her stance. "Am I who you've been assigned to kill?"

#[jim talks] #[jim: alice] #murder mention tw

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Milo was wracked with guilt. He couldn't believe he'd really taken someone's life. But what other choice did he have? He didn't want to die. He was still fighting to stop crying completely, pistol still in hand, when he was about to round an upcoming corner. That was, until someone appeared - a woman, holding a gun, pointed at him. Milo's eyes widened and he froze. He tried to put up his hands in a non-threatening manner, even with a pistol in one. Looking around at their surroundings, he shook his head seeing all the blood. "N-No! No, I didn't! I swear!" He looked at the gun, then back at her. "Please! You've gotta believe me!"

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once again dc finds itself in disarray and chloe had little she could do to control it. tiptoeing carefully around yet another bloody scene, she sighed. there was no body in sight and she could only hope it was because the victim had already revived and walked off. as she rounded the corner, she stopped in her place at the sight of the other person. she lifted her gun and pointed it at them. "stop. don't move," she demanded. "did you do this?"

#[milo talks] #[milo: chloe] #blood tw #gun tw #weapon tw #death tw

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Megara barely heard Hercules' words, but that was all she needed. Soon, she was drifting off into a world of darkness, a sensation that felt all too familiar, and her hand went limp in his. For a moment, all there was... was the darkness. Perhaps that was the comforting part of death, because what came after was quite the opposite.

It was loud. A rush of images and sound. Flashes of Greece, and not just of Greece, but Ancient Greece, set as the scenery for an entire lifetime. Megara as a child, growing up in Thebes with her siblings, only to eventually leave home behind for love. A love that would betray her in the worst of ways. She saw that too, the sting of hurt when she had given up her freedom and her soul just to be left by the man she'd done it for. It hurt all over again, but then, after a moment of nothing but pain and endless servitude to Hades, she saw him. Hercules. Wonderboy. He'd come at just the perfect time to mean so much to Megara. She could see it all now, the date at the theatre and their walk through the gardens. She saw their whole story unfold, from Hercules' sacrifice of his powers to Megara's first death. Then the darkness again, the comforting darkness....

And then screams. Endless, endless screams, all overlapping each other. The darkness ended abruptly, and suddenly Megara was drowning in a river of souls, unable to move as everyone around her shrieked in terror. It shook her to her core. For a moment she wondered if it would last forever... and then, she saw him. Again. Hercules. Aglow with warm golden light as he reached for her, and suddenly Megara wasn't drowning anymore. Instead she was back in her body, breathing new life into her lungs. After that, things were calm. She saw Hercules giving up a life in Olympus with his family to be with her, and she'd been ecstatic as they began their life together on Earth.

As Megara finally returned to the darkness, she worried that this was it. That this time, it was really over. She could still faintly hear the screams of the souls of the dead, haunting and ringing in her ears. But then, after a moment, she felt it. The air... it was returning to her lungs. She breathed in slowly, deeply, and as she exhaled, she slowly tried to open her eyes. Her lashes fluttered as she finally managed to open her eyes, and slowly, blurrily, the image of someone begun to come into focus. She took in another deep breath as she blinked some more, focusing her eyes. "W... Wonder... boy...?" she breathed. Her stomach and chest hurt. But she was breathing. She was alive. Had all of that been a dream?

No.... not a dream. It was memories. Her life, the one she'd really lived. The memories she'd been missing before... they were back. She focused on breathing for a moment as she looked at Hercules, reaching up her hand of her own accord now to touch his face. She couldn't help but huff out a short laugh, wincing slightly from the pain. "You couldn't leave my side for a moment, huh Wonderboy?" she teased. "I don't want to... make a habit of dying in your arms, you know."

Hercules is trying to hide his shaking. He doesn’t want to watch her die again. He wants to take her place. But he can’t, so he will stay right with her until the end, and be there when she wakes up. He kisses the top of her head. “It’s okay. You can rest.” Saying that to her was one of the hardest things he’s had to say.

#[meg talks] #[meg: hercules] #death tw

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More tears fell down Serena's cheeks, and Connor couldn't help but wipe them away with his free hand gently, thumb swiping at the droplets smoothly. She gripped his hand tighter and his heart squeezed almost painfully in response before beating hard in his chest. He swallowed, nodding. "I know it doesn't. Right now all I'm concerned with is getting you to safety, Serena." He was going to tell her to trust him, but then she went ahead and affirmed that she did. He smiled softly and held her face for a moment, squeezing her hand back. "Stay close. I've got you."

Navigating them through the crowds and chaos, Connor quickly got them back to the safety of his apartment. Once there, he immediately locked up the door before turning to Serena to check on her. "Hey, we should be safe now. My apartment is secure." Gently, he took her chin in his fingers again, re-inspecting her cuts and scrapes. "Come on. I have the first aid kit right here in the kitchen." He took her hand to lead her to the barstool by the kitchen island, then sat her down. Fetching the kit from under the sink, he quickly set it up next to her, and begun getting out the necessary supplies. "You seem pretty shaken up. Did someone hurt you?" The thought made him angry. He didn't know how to feel about that. "You can tell me. I can help."

the kindness in itself was enough to have a couple tears fall. it was a relief, no one seemed to be so kind in all this. serena nodded her head back, gripping his hand tighter. it was like she was using it as an anchor to keep herself calm. "no, but look at everything around us, everything going on. none of it makes sense." there was a sense of grief to her voice, of feeling so sad and so tired. "i trust you, i do," she said softly. "i just needed to be sure."

#[connor talks] #[connor: serena] #injury tw

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@mischiefxmuses Thorn & Dream

Thorn sensed something was different about the man. It intrigued her, so she decided to introduce herself. "You seem pretty relaxed at the moment. Everyone else in this city is still on edge, I think. From what I hear it got pretty bad here in DC."

#[thorn talks] #[thorn: dream]

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@vcndetta Thorn & Faye

Tonight, Thorn was Sally, a nice change of pace from putting on a show all the time. While she still kept her style the same, and couldn't exactly help the vampire teeth as they were done professionally, she was relaxed enough to just be herself for a change. She didn't have a performance to do or anywhere to be, so she went to the bar for a few drinks. "I think I just missed some chaos? Sounds like it was really crazy here in the city for a while. I can't help but be thankful I arrived when I did."

#[thorn talks] #[thorn: faye] #alcohol tw #drinking tw #drinks tw

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@devilsmenu Mittens & Felicia

"Yeah, DC can be pretty nuts. That's why you gotta stay on your toes and always be alert. You never know when something crazy might happen."

#[mittens talks] #[mittens: felicia]

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"Score." Louise grinned in triumph. "I can't wait. If I decide I do want to learn, would you teach me? I mean-- assuming you're good, that is."

"Unless you do it under the guise of watching a class to see if it suits you." Shi Mei pointed out. "Though, it wouldn't hurt to have someone watch."

#[louise talks] #[louise: shi mei]