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It had been a few days since Amelia had been taken to the hospital, by her brother. She had bruises all over her body and it hurt like hell. 

Oliver wanted to go with their father, help him with the company but their mother had made sure, she would go so he could stay with Amelia. Sighing deep at first, she smiled when she saw Oliver returning with a milkshake. “It’s your favorite.” He smiled. Amelia chuckled softly. “Thank you, Ollie.” 

The smile disappeared when she saw him “Alex….” She whispered “What are you doing here?” She looked at Oliver “Please stay?” 

Oliver nodded. “I will.” He promised “What are you doing here, Alex?” He frowned @heart-on-her-sleeve

Alex stood, leaning on the doorway, a newly formed bruise on his cheekbone and a split lip. “Melia, thank God you’re alright.” His voice was thick with emotion as he gazed upon his love hooked up to tubes and wires. Deep under the surface, anger was brewing for the overprotective brother of his love.

Amelia looked at him with a frown. “Are you kidding me, right now?” Looking away, she started to cry again “I actually was excited to have this baby. Even if it was just the start of the pregnancy. But you took that away from me.” She sighed deeply. “You f*cking killed the baby… Our baby. I have no idea, why I even let you be here.” her voice was cold

Alex walked a few steps into the hospital room, aware that Oliver was still lurking. “Baby, please. I’m sorry. It was the alcohol. I shouldn’t have been drinking. I can’t believe what I did. I can’t live with what I’ve did.” Alex’s tears became full-on sobbing as he made it to the foot of her bed, falling to his knees. “I can’t-”

She sighed deeply, drying her tears. “It has been the last time, Alex. I don’t want to be your boxing ball anymore.” Amelia looked at him. “If it happens again, I will leave you. For good.” She spoke seriously. 

Knowing Oliver would protest, she shook her head “Thank you, Oliver but this is what I want.” Looking back at Alex, she sat up. “Stay sober? For me?”

Alex moved to the side of the bed, laying his head near her hand. “I promise. I promise I’ll change. I’ll do whatever it takes.” His sobs had turned into hiccups between words. “I’ll go to therapy, I’ll get sober. I can’t lose you.”

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“Oh, I am. Trust me,” Ray drawled, leading them back to the car. “Truffle pasta? Damn straight! You know I love it just as much as you do.”

She chuckled “Oh I know. If I wouldn’t carry this little girl with me, I am sure I know you would eat it from my body.” Amelia reminded him of last time “It was pretty good and messy at the same time.” 

“It was delicious,” Ray chuckled, knowing his fiancee was completely right. “That whole night was fill of adventurous food endeavors.” Ray drove them quickly home, eager to get home and into comfy clothes.

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Ray was working late in his office at Palmer-Queen Technologies one night, working on upgrades and modifications on the ATOM suit. Everyone had left hours ago, leaving him alone in the office at nearly 11pm. When he stayed this late, he was always anxious to return home to his family, hoping to catch his wife before she turned in for the night.

Ray began to put away his equipment, ensuring that the heavy things were put away properly before he left the office. He heard the elevator ding, and he didn’t need to turn around to know it was security checking in on him, just as they did every night he was at work late. “I’m fine guys, just packing up to head home to my lady,” a smile could be heard in his voice as he spoke. “I’ll be out of here in about 15.”

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It had been a while since she had met her mother when Anna had somehow travelled back in time with her cousins Mia, William and Connor. She wanted to meet her dad as bad she wanted to meet her mother. 

Standing behind him, Anna stared at him in awe at first before she knew what to say. “Dad?” She stuttered a little “Is it really you?” She gasped 

Ray continued to tuck a few papers into his briefcase. “Dad?” He laughed, knowing full well that Amelia was a ways away from giving birth. “Very funny, you know that Amelia isn’t due to give birth for a few more weeks,” Ray joked, still thinking he was talking to a security guard. 

Ray turned around, briefcase in one hand and jacket draped over the other. His eyes locked with the other, noticing a familiarity about her but not actually recognizing her. He blinked a few times, trying to figure out where he recognized her from. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

Michael Scofield || Open Starter

Michael’s head was swimming. He was having a hard time distinguishing between his trauma from Fox River and the reality of living as a free man. He blinked a few times in hopes of clearing the memory, but to no avail. “What do you mean, we’re not getting out?” His voice was cool, but his heart was racing from the flashback.

“Make me Feel” Prompt || Accepting!

20. our muses have been taken hostage by someone

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Light assaulted his vision as a blindfold was torn from his face. As his vision came into focus, he saw Sally sitting across from his, tied to a chair much like he was. Their captors were no where to be seen, having slipped from the room while the two captives were regaining their bearings. Stefan blinked several times in succession, in an attempt to clear his vision faster. “Sally? Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” His voice was filled with worry for the woman he cared so much about.
“I’m fine,” she coughed, something obviously wrong in her voice.
“No, you’re not,” he responded, seeing the red that had spread over her shirt. Despite them both having supernatural healing abilities, they must have laced the weapon with wolfsbane to interfere with her healing. Stefan tried to break through his bonds, grunting and groaning as he felt the bonds refuse to give way. “We’ll figure a way out of this. I promise,” Stefan’s eyes locked with Sally’s, his green orbs piercing hers.

Just then, the door behind Stefan swung abruptly open, metal harshly slamming into the wall, causing the pair of hostages to flinch. Stefan felt a pair of hands touch both his temples before a searing pain crashed into his head.

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“No! Stop!” Sally screamed, being forced to watch as Stefan was tortured.
“Not until we figure out where they are,” the masked captor spit out. Sally pulled against her restraints, trying to get out to help Stefan.
“Where who are?” Sally practically spit back at the other as Stefan’s face contorted in pain.
“He knows,” the captor responded, a malicious look in their eye.
“No,” Stefan yelled out in a painful gasp. “I can’t. They’re…family.”
“Wait, Damon? Elena?” Sally asked in an almost hushed whisper. Stefan gave the smallest nod of his head, indicating to the woman that she was right. 
“Where are they?” The assailant pressed their fingers harder to Stefan’s temples, causing a sudden jolt of pain to sear through his body. “I’ll know if you’re lying, Salvatore.”
“Mile marker 10, old route 12,” Stefan gasped, the pain getting ten times worse before it being gone just as quickly as it had arrived. He sighed as he felt the bonds around his wrist give way. The door slammed shut behind the captor, causing Stefan to wince in pain at the loud sound. Stefan sat for a moment, head in hands as Sally stared at him in both concern and relief.

 As his supernatural healing took care of the headache in seconds, Stefan clamored over to Sally. His hands went immediately to her face, his eyes searching hers.
“They’re going to be fine, they’re driving away from here. They know they’re being hunted. They know to not stop moving,” Stefan assured her. He knew that they were just as much her family as they were hers. “They’re going to be fine. We’re going to be fine.” The hunt for the Salvatore brothers had started a few months ago, when both their scars had opened up. They both went on the run, going their separate ways in order to increase their chances of survival. Stefan’s scar ached as he felt the hunter approach. Sally could sense something was off in Stefan, and her eyes searched his for clues. “I just want you to know, whatever happens, that I love you.” Stefan began to cough as vervain smoke began to filter into the room.
”What? Why are you saying it like that?” Sally said, both anger and concern being heard in her voice. 
”Just-” Stefan started, clearing his throat before continuing. “Just know that I love you.”
Just then, the door swung open once again, and Stefan stood as quickly as he could to stand protectively in front of Sally. “Leave her out of this,” he growled, staring down the hunter. 
“No promises,” the hunter spit back, sauntering forward towards the vampire, spear in hand. Sally could only sit with tears forming in her eyes. “No, you can’t! Stefan, no-” Her words were choked out when the hunter plunged the spear into Stefan’s gut, his eyes closing before he collapsed to the ground. 

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Confessions of a RP blog…

artemiswrites:

 1. I have favorites. I try not to – and I do truly give every new thread a chance. But favorites happen, because some people write in a way that just thrills me in particular. I will try not to focus too much on my favorites, knowing that each new person I roleplay with just may turn out to be a favorite as well.

 2. Some days I struggle to write replies. When I do, when I skip over your thread to reply to another, it’s not something you have done wrong. My muse is not responding to yours at the moment, possibly for reasons neither of us have any control over.

 3. There is no correlation between a lengthy reply and a good one. If you can only type out two paragraphs and I’ve written five, you didn’t fail, and vice versa. Writing flows best when you free yourself from the expectations of verbiage, structure, number of words on the page. 

 4. I do this for fun. If I’m not having fun with our thread, I have a responsibility to tell you so, to try and fix it so that it’s fun for us both. Conversely, you have a responsibility to do the same. We both have the responsibility of ending things on a pleasant basis if our muses are incompatible.

 5. There are days when I doubt my writing. I think we all have these days. Days when every sentence comes out awkwardly and half-thought, when nothing seems to flow. Please, don’t be afraid to ask me to change a reply if I’ve sidelined the plot with my meandering muse logic.

 6. You will never upset me by talking to me out of character. I’m fully cognizant that behind each muse is a real person, and I would love to get to know that person.

 7. I have a ‘style’, a set way that I best enjoy writing. If you’re a brilliant muse and I enjoy your writing, I may stalk you relentlessly without ever replying to a starter you’ve done just because our styles do not match. This doesn’t mean that either of us is less of a roleplayer because of it – we’re just different.

 8. I will not belittle your character ooc. Each muse is unique, each muse is a precious creation of a creative mind, an entity of its own. I promise to respect that, and only critique when asked and then only for the purposes of helping your writing. I will never send you anon hate.

 9. I want you to plot with me. I want our muses to have a story so complex, so incredible, that everyone reads along. I don’t want either of us to know how it will end before it begins. I want to sit on the edge of my seat, waiting for your reply, just to shake my head in awe of the brilliant turn or twist you’ve come up with.

 10. Mun to mun – you are beautiful to me. When you’re having a bad day, come to my inbox. When you’re doubting yourself, tell me about it and I will remind you how amazing you are. When I’ve angered or disappointed you in character or out, tell me about it. First and foremost, we are writers, and I consider us friends if we write together. You’re not imposing on me – you’re allowing me to help.

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♔   Ian Somerhalder GIF HUNT ♔

↳ #170, textless, HQ gifs of the incredibly hot actor Ian Somerhalder. Most of them from ( TVD ) as his role of Damon Salvatore. includes: interviews – Comic cons .. etc ) can be found under the cut. Full credit to the original makers. None of them are mine. If you see one that belongs to you and you would like credit /take them down let me know. please likereblog if you’re using or find this useful.

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