Attention Fantasy Writers!

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

It takes a long time for the Delarosa family to all get out of the door together. At around 4 she began helping Nathalia get ready, changing her out of her shirt with spaghetti stains on it and into a floral sweater. Nikolai is 9 and can get ready himself, but rarely chooses to. So with all that being said, they ended up leaving their apartment at five past five.

Nina grabbed both Nathalia and Nikolai’s hands, before she shut the door and jiggled the handle to make sure it was locked. She approached Rosie’s door but stopped before knocking. “Why aren’t you knocking? I can do it,” Nathalia squealed. “How about you knock on this door for me first, milaya moya,” Nina offered sweetly. Nathalia excitedly scurried over to the door beside them and obnoxiously pounded on the door. “Knock knock!” She proclaimed. I’m sure Rosie wouldn’t mind some extra company,’ She thought. They stood their together in a huddle as they waited for a response.

“ Dammit stop being chicken Pey. Just splash it on.” Standing in the mirror peyton glares aat her reflection. Specifically at the blood oozing cut on her shoulder. Snatching the bottle of rum she takes a sip. Not thinking about it anymore she splashes probably more than necessary onto the wound. “ Fucking hell.” She says through gritted teeth. “knock knock!” She faintly hears a voice say fading over the sound of her heart beating in her ears. “ One second!” Peyton thinks she yells. “ Shit gotta hurry.” She mumbles to herself. Grabbing the bandages she scrambles to wound around her arm till about mid bicep. She grabs the long sleeve shirt hanging off the mirror and pulls it over her head. She then adjusts the shirt to cover the make job bandaging. Jogging over to the front door she swings it open. “What do you wan-Oh hey, uh what’s up?”  She looks to see Nina with two kids. Peyton crouches down twitching a little because it stretched her wound but she grits her teeth and did it anyway to be level with them. “ Hi, Nina.” she quickly glance at her. “ And who are these guys? what’re your names?”. Peyton looks to the kids to answer.

Outing with the family, Rosie & unexpected guests

nina-delarosa:

“I…didn’t ask about Shawn. But cool. Is he your boyfriend?” She inquired, snooping a little more than she needed to as usual.

“My band is The Clash,”

“ Ah no hahaha. I bet he wishes.”

“He’s a good mate of mine Plus he’s a hoe soo.. I’d rather not get an STD.” I pause. “ Damn really? I didn’t peg you for that music type.”

Oh,shit.

Oh,shit.

“How long does it take for you to get up the stairs.” My friend Shawn mocks.     “As long as it takes you to do your hair. I’m trying to enjoy the peace before I meet my neighbors.” I retort. Gripping the railing I lug my suitcase up the stairs. “Ha.Ha. Very witty. Give yourself a medal, you ass.” I hear him huff out through the phone. “Thanks for noticing my awesome- WHA.” My body whacked into a surface. The next second I’m free falling and hit the ground.      “Oof” I look up to see I had hit the door at the top of the staircase and broke it open. “Yo, are you okay?” his panicky voice reaches me. “Just Bloody peachy.”  I pop the p.

Job Searching

Getting up for the day is always the worst. I rub the sleep out of my eyes. I have to get up today to go searching for a job. I get dressed and make sure to but my binder on. I grab a smoke for the walk. Damn forgot the lighter. I open my top dresser to grab my lighter. Putting the cig in between my lips, I lift the lighter to it and light it up. I take a long drag and blow it out in one go. Alright, let’s go face the day. I walk out of my apartment.

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

Yea, something like that. And, I don’t know… that’s kind of why I’m asking.

Let me get back to you on that.

awww pweaaassseeee. Puppy dog eyes initiating. I promise I won’t bug you to much. 

Has anyone seen Moana?

@impaladreamer-rps :

" Fine." Sam dragged his hand down his face. It was gonna be a long night.

"Yes!" I leaned up and kissed Sam's cheek. I rushed over to wear my coat was and flung it on. Looking back, no one had moved. Sam was unmoving in his chair, eyes downcast. He seemed to be in deep thought. Beka and Dean on the other hand were to busy making heart eyes at each other. " Would you hurry your lazy asses up. C'mon." I tapped my boot covered foot.

Escapades

@peyton-keating :

“ So I had a thought,” I said grinning from ear to ear. I had a fun plan brewing in my brain. We all needed some time to relax after this recent hunt and this was the perfect way to that.

“ Oh no.” Sam groaned. Her plans always involved something crazy. Last time, they went to a bar and she went shot for shot with Dean. Dean could hold his liquor. She however could not. She decided that grinding on everything that moved was a great. Encouraged when Beka would cheer her on. Both were fuming when I had to drag her away to Baby.

“ I swear it’s a good one this time!” I pouted folding my arms. We needed to have some fun. Them being grumpy be damned.

“ No. Whatever it is. No.” Dean said, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. Having to deal with her and Beka’s drunken escapades was not on his list to do tonight.

“ Beka, back me up here.” I flicked my eyes to you.

“I mean, we’ve been going non-stop for weeks,” Beka said with a twinkle in her eye. She knew it wouldn’t work on Sam, as nothing really did, but Dean could be swayed. “Don’t you think,” she went on, turning her doe eyes to the elder Winchester and biting the corner of her lip, “that we deserve a night off?”

Dean’s eyes twitched with the beginnings of a smile, and Y/N ran with it. “A little whiskey…some good tunes…huh?”

Dean shrugged and looked at Sam. “Maybe.” He was convinced. He needed some R&R, he just didn’t like to admit that his mind could so easily be changed.

missrosalyngrace:

“What kind of Burglar asks for batteries? Anyway, once you have some of my hot-cocoa you’ll be more likely to kidnap me so I can produce more, providing that you like hot-cocoa which I’m going to assume you do, since you said yes to my offer.” After finishing my ramble I blush, I haven’t done THAT in while.

 I wave an uncoordinated hand, ushering her in.

“Thanks, uh you’re looking a little red? Are you okay? If you’re scared I’m gonna kidnap you. I’m 19, what am I gonna do? Tickle you? I’m a lazy ass. It’s to much effort to kidnap you.” I rush to make her think I’m not a creepy kidnapping person. ‘uh if you're still up giving me those batteries and a lighter if you have it. I can leave straight away if you want.” 

Knock, knock.

nina-delarosa:

Shit. She’s done it again. Should she chase after her? Probably not. Disappointed in herself, she went across to Peyton’s room and knocked on the door. “I’m sorry.” There was an awkward silence. “I’ll go now,”

I heard her speak but I was crying ugly tears. I can’t let her see me like this. I say nothing. I get up and shuffle my way over to my bed. “ What a day, If my parents were here they would be laughing at me right about now.” I whimper to myself.

Oh,shit.

nina-delarosa:

“I can’t think of anywhere, no. But, there’s a pub not too far down and a grocery store. I would try there first,” She informed her, as they walk down the stairs and out of the residence. 

If she was being honest, she was looking for someone to replace her current nanny. Not because she doesn’t like dear old Maggie, but she needed a more reliable person who wouldn’t drop dead at any second. “I never meant to offend you, so I’m sorry for that. I’m just not interested in same sex relationships, that’s all,” She was being honest - although she is a little more prejudiced than that sentence would lead on. She unlocked her scratched up, red car and motioned for Peyton to get inside.

“Could you take me to the pub first?- I’ll take what I can get. I’m not mad about you having your own opinions. That's fine, I have my own opinions too but when you judge me for my opinions that’s when I get upset. Don’t judge me and we’re good. Thanks for the ride, though. I would have had to walk for ages.” I see her wave her hand signaling for me to get in. I go to sit in the back.

Job Searching

When the brain worms are worming, OC’s go through it.

Where Do The Wild Things Go?

December 31, 2021.

Sergeant Jane Doe. Due to your recent behavior. Involving the incident of Trident 994. Your file is being placed under review. We will contact you upon further investigation of said incident, which resulted in the loss of lives of your squadron. You will know our verdict within the month. Until then you’re not permitted to fly, and confined to base barracks. You’re grounded for the duration of this investigation.

Her fist slams into the the wall of her room, now prison. A feral snarl leaving her fresh stitched up-broken lips as her knuckles hit plaster. Her other hand crumples the correspondence letter between blanched fingers.

They clipped her wings. No. They tore them out. Clean political fingers dug deep into the bloody mess of her wings, blood she’d shed in their name. In their service. By the fistful, they pulled, and pulled, and pulled.

The throb of her knuckles, the drip of blood through broken gloves, is non-existent. Not even a steady throb. It wasn’t real.

“They can’t do this!” She rasps, voice trembling. This was all she had. Her use was here, in digging people out of the hell they’ve found themselves in. Grasping arms and pulling them up out of reach of death. Back to safety, back to home. It was not their time, not yet.

“They can’t fucking do this.” Her shoulders begin to shake, dusty near noir hair falling over her face, lungs heaving with an attempt at breath that would not come. Trident 994 was never supposed to happen. All those people. She could have saved them. She knew it, if they had listened.

They had not, and the mantle of death dove in. She did not come back out the same.

Why send her. The Reaper. The decider of those who got to see the ferrymen’s boat. If they did not want her to reap what they had sowed? They had molded her. Fresh and willing, so young.. so naive. Gave her the black cloak and pushed the scythe into her hands and sent her off to swing. They were trying to contain death.

Death could not be contained.