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So, let's count: so far, you have 1) been in someone's dreams repeatedly, 2) have had a naming/birth situation that makes you seem suspiciously like an angel, and 3) corrupted various technology around you

thegoodstuffisalwaystaken:

naturalcomedian:

And what’s the most messed up thing about it is that this is all true and not rp related.

I mean we incorporate this stuff into rp but these are actually real things in my life.

And that’s what gets me.

I also want to add that animals that are mean around most people will be playful around her and babies will stop crying and stare at her and when she acknowledges their presence they smile.

Then you got some people that say they automatically feel protected in her presence or feel like they have known her longer than they have without fully understanding why.

Magnet

What’s worse about this is that I can’t disprove any of it and I wish I could.

Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

So, let's count: so far, you have 1) been in someone's dreams repeatedly, 2) have had a naming/birth situation that makes you seem suspiciously like an angel, and 3) corrupted various technology around you

And what’s the most messed up thing about it is that this is all true and not rp related.

I mean we incorporate this stuff into rp but these are actually real things in my life.

And that’s what gets me.

http://naturalcomedian.tumblr.com/post/95265831566/epiclemonadex3-submitted-christine-struggled

epiclemonadex3:

naturalcomedian:

Christine struggled against the unnaturally blizzard, moving towards the building her friend was currently residing at. An old, abandoned cabin, tucked away in the mountains, difficult to get to if you don’t have wings, or the ability to teleport. It’s…

Lemons hair started moving, absorbing the red, hair becoming wilder.

"Talk me down? Oh, honey, you’re gonna have to try harder than that."

Christine recoiled in shock. She can read m-

"Before you finish that thought, yes, yes I can."

Christine sent out a lash of mental power, slamming her walls up.

"Not the first psychic I’ve dealt with, Lemons."

"You bitch!” Deep growling came from her throat, hair bristling, eyes narrowed, taking an animalistic stance.

A wave of raw, painful power hit Christine square in the chest with the twitch of Lemons hand, dizziness overtaking her, nausea forming a knot in her stomach.

What the hell has she been hiding!?

"And by the way, I’m not ‘Lemons’, I’m not the brat who used to own this body. I am Vasur."

Christine crouched on the ground, waiting for the right opportunity. This creature was obviously proud and angry. Proud and angry often means careless.. 

Now!

Vasur fell to the ground with a well-aimed blast of energy from Christine’s hand. She scooped up Lemons- Vasur- Whoever the hell she/it was, walking out into the, now calm, wind outside, and began flying home. She glanced down at the girl now bundled into her arms. She couldn’t have been more than 15…

What am I going to do with you?

                                                     ***

Vasur struggled against her bonds, tied to the chair in the middle of Christine’s lounge.

"Let me GO!" The last word was an ungodly roar that sent shivers down the spines of all present.

"Not till you give Lemons back, you bitch!”

"Michael!"

She stopped struggling, going quiet.

"I’ll give her back, if you really want…"

She lifted her head, staring down Michael, one eye shifting to a comforting blue-grey, the other black.

"Oh, God…" Lemons moaned, voice back to normal, hurt, soft, but normal.

Michael let out a shaky sigh, running a hand down his face.

"Are you okay?"

:Yeah, i think so… She’s still here. I can feel her.” She paused, glancing over at Christine, eyes widening. “Oh my Lord I’m sorry! Are you okay?”

"Yeah, i’m fine. Just a bit of a punch." She gave a tired, reassuring smile.

"Her other eye is still…" Dark Two piped up from the other end of the room. He had stayed silent up until this point, worried as he watched his friend acting as a beast.

"Like she said, I’m still here, babe." She dropped an exaggerated wink his way, a cocky, crooked smile, so far from Lemons normal, full smile.

Dark Two shuddered. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t his friend, laughing, making dumb jokes, singing off-key with him. This was someone- no, something, a parasite, taking over.

"She’s one for nicknames, that’s for sure." Dark One commented.

"Yeah, it’s something the brat hates a l- Shut the fuck up!” Lemons head turned sharply the other way as she took control back.

"Stop being such a whiney ass… Get out of my fucking head, and maybe I’ll consider- You don’t get to sass me!” She began struggling again, arguing with her other half.

"What are we going to do?"

"I don’t know, Michael, I don’t know…"

I paced back and forth, trying to figure out what to do, then suddenly stopped in my tracks.

"What are you thinking?" Michael asked.

"Well it’s obvious she can’t fully control it, I was just wondering…."

"Wondering what?"

"The procedure, the one that was done on me, would it work for this?"

"I…I don’t know, this is something a little different."

I sighed in frustration and began pacing the floor again.

naturalcomedian:

thegoodstuffisalwaystaken:

naturalcomedian:

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thegoodstuffisalwaystaken:

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"Heheh you’re even weaker than I thought." She approached his crumpled body and knelt down to him. "You don’t deserve that power if you can’t even control it. So pathetic."

He gathered enough strength to stand, but he struggled to keep his speech steady. “No!” He gasped. “I’ll use it to end you! I swear on it!”

She smirked. “Your body isn’t strong enough to handle it. P̴̵͠e͝r͘h̵͢a͟ps̵̶͘ ̛it̡́̀ ̕n͘͟e͝e̶̛͡ḑ́s͝ ̷a͞͠ b̧̢̕e̕t̢t͏͜é͜͜r̨ ́̀h̶̡͟ost̵̕.̷͞”Before he could protest she gripped him by the neck and slammed him against a wall.

He gasped by the sudden movement, hissing from pain as he felt her sharp nails dig deeper into his neck, feeling them puncture his skin. “What are you….what are you doing!?”

"Ta̸k̛͟i̷̛ǹ̴͘g̵̡͟ ́a̛ẁ̛a͏͞y̧͢ ̢w҉hat͏̷̶ ̕͝y͢͝ớu ̢̨d́o̷n͜’t̷͢ ̵̡d͢͝e̛se͞r͜vę.̕͜͠"She dug deeper into his skin until her nails were completely in his neck. She narrowed her eyes in focus as a black flame began to travel from her shoulder down to her fingers, entering his puncture wounds.

He screamed in agony as the flame scorched his wounds. The flame was focused on his neck but he felt the terrible burning sensation throughout his entire body. Tears formed in his eyes as he felt himself getting weaker, he could feel energy being stolen from him. “No…..please!” He pleaded but he knew the pleas fell on deaf ears.

"Music to my ears!" She laughed as she listened to his screams. She let the flame travel from his neck to his eyes and ears, letting it engulf them. She grinned as she began to see smoke poor from his ears. His continued screaming only motivated her. She felt all the energy from his dark side leave him and transfer to her, once she was satisfied she let the fire recede and chucked him aside. She took a deep breath, smiling to herself as she let smoke escape from her mouth as she exhaled. She chuckled. "Well damn Michael, I would have thought that dark side of yours would have had more of a kick to it." She was once again crouched next to his crumpled body. "So much for swearing to stop me huh?"

naturalcomedian:

thegoodstuffisalwaystaken:

naturalcomedian:

"Music to my ears!" She laughed as she listened to his screams. She let the flame travel from his neck to his eyes and ears, letting it engulf them. She grinned as she began to see smoke poor from his ears. His continued screaming only motivated her. She felt all the energy from his dark side leave him and transfer to her, once she was satisfied she let the fire recede and chucked him aside. She took a deep breath, smiling to herself as she let smoke escape from her mouth as she exhaled. She chuckled. "Well damn Michael, I would have thought that dark side of yours would have had more of a kick to it." She was once again crouched next to his crumpled body. "So much for swearing to stop me huh?"

Curled up on the ground, reduced to constant whimpering and gasping for air, his dark side, his last line of defense gone, he felt himself slowly slipping away. He tried to stand but failed as he fell back to the ground screaming as the burning sensation stayed inside his body, he no longer had the strength to move. He could sense her pitch black eyes staring at him. “Just….just fucking kill me.” He breathed out. “I can’t…” He struggled to talk. “Just please don’t leave me like this….Christine…please.” He pleaded to the being that was once his best friend.

She raised an eyebrow at the mention of her name, but it didn’t make much of a difference. “What was it I said earlier? Oh yeah, sùŕ͠v̶̀͞i͘͝͠v͠a̴l ҉̷͘o͘f̢ ̴̧t͟͏he̢͜͠ fi̕͝t҉̢t̡̀͢ę̴st̴̕.” She grinned. “You obviously weren’t f̴͘i̕͢ţ enough. I got what I wanted, and what Dark wanted was to end you so I’ll let him do so, not like you’re able to go anywhere.” She turned to leave then stopped for a moment. “But if he doesn’t, then I surely will.”

epiclemonadex3 asked:

Christine we're doing subject selections at school and I'm seeing what I want to do and what I'll probably end up doing for the rest of my life and I don't think I can take this.

Sounds like my senior year of highschool.

They try to push things like that but once people graduate highschool it’s not uncommon for someone to change their course of action.

I’m not saying to not worry about it at all but I am saying that that should be known. Cause life does tend to alter course of action. Wants change, but what your truly passionate about will stay.

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