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Private and Selective // Mutuals Only // Hardy Boys - Supernatural Crossover OC // Please Read Rules...
Taylor has officially moved! She will be no longer active on this blog! If you wish to roleplay or continue following her, this is where she is now! Will keep this on a queue for a few days!
Private and Selective // Mutuals Only // Hardy Boys - Supernatural Crossover OC // Please Read Rules...
Taylor has officially moved! She will be no longer active on this blog! If you wish to roleplay or continue following her, this is where she is now! Will keep this on a queue for a few days!
Private and Selective // Mutuals Only // Hardy Boys - Supernatural Crossover OC // Please Read Rules...
Taylor has officially moved! She will be no longer active on this blog! If you wish to roleplay or continue following her, this is where she is now! Will keep this on a queue for a few days!
Private and Selective // Mutuals Only // Hardy Boys - Supernatural Crossover OC // Please Read Rules...
Taylor has officially moved! She will be no longer active on this blog! If you wish to roleplay or continue following her, this is where she is now! Will keep this on a queue for a few days!
Private and Selective // Mutuals Only // Hardy Boys - Supernatural Crossover OC // Please Read Rules...
Taylor has officially moved! She will be no longer active on this blog! If you wish to roleplay or continue following her, this is where she is now! Will keep this on a queue for a few days!
Private and Selective // Mutuals Only // Hardy Boys - Supernatural Crossover OC // Please Read Rules...
Taylor has officially moved! She will be no longer active on this blog! If you wish to roleplay or continue following her, this is where she is now! Will keep this on a queue for a few days!
Private and Selective // Mutuals Only // Hardy Boys - Supernatural Crossover OC // Please Read Rules...
Taylor has officially moved! She will be no longer active on this blog! If you wish to roleplay or continue following her, this is where she is now! Will keep this on a queue for a few days!
Voice your opinion on the poll: Remaking and Revamping -- What Should My URL Be?
After the past four years, I think itâs time for me to put my precious little witch elsewhere. But to do so, I need a new URL, and thus I came up with a few that I think people may like.
If you could please help me with this poll, Iâd be very appreciative. The sooner I archive this blog and move Taylor elsewhere, I think the happier Iâll be.
                      I am flesh                         And I am bone                              All rise
                           ting ting!
                             Like glitter and gold!
Pri.Sel. D//BH RP Feat. Connor (RK800) Cassius (RK900) And Corwin (RK800 -60) Penned by: Hardy!
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"Your kid keeps kicking me," Taylor mumbled into Dean's shoulder, her swollen stomach in between them. "Tell her to knock it off. I need my beauty sleep."
âYouâre beautiful with or without sleep,â Dean countered, grinning slightly. âDonât worry, sheâs just figuring out in advance how to use those little legs to run all over the place and raise hell. Sheâs her motherâs daughter, after all.â
Dean pouted teasingly, leaning over to kiss her shoulder tenderly. âSorry, baby. Do you need a back massage? Or maybe a belly rubâŠI can try and calm her down in there?â
âI want this baby out of me already,â Taylor groaned. âSheâs not even born yet and sheâs testing my patience.â
At the offer of calming the baby down, she looked back at Dean with her own pout. âI think she likes you better anyway.â
"Your kid keeps kicking me," Taylor mumbled into Dean's shoulder, her swollen stomach in between them. "Tell her to knock it off. I need my beauty sleep."
âYouâre beautiful with or without sleep,â Dean countered, grinning slightly. âDonât worry, sheâs just figuring out in advance how to use those little legs to run all over the place and raise hell. Sheâs her motherâs daughter, after all.â
Dean opened his mouth, then closed it, blinking as he thought that through. ââŠokay, youâre way too alert and intelligent to be as tired as you claim right now.â
He chuckled at the soccer idea, shrugging. âWinchesters are quite athletic,â Dean allowed. âSheâll be runninâ all over the world.â
âHey, I can be tired and smart at the same time,â she grumbled. âAsshole.â She poked him in the shoulder before rolling over with a slight groan. Damn her new center of gravity, always getting on her nerves. The baby didnât seem to like it either, because she felt the next kick near her lower back.
"Your kid keeps kicking me," Taylor mumbled into Dean's shoulder, her swollen stomach in between them. "Tell her to knock it off. I need my beauty sleep."
âYouâre beautiful with or without sleep,â Dean countered, grinning slightly. âDonât worry, sheâs just figuring out in advance how to use those little legs to run all over the place and raise hell. Sheâs her motherâs daughter, after all.â
âCause thereâs a huge difference between Winchester and Borelli âtrouble,ââ Dean smirked. âDonât you go blaminâ me for the hellion youâre creatinâ in that belly, woman.â
Her next words made him pause, and then Dean grinned. ââŠokay, that is fair. I promise not to teach her that.â
âDonât go blaming you?â she repeated. âUh, buddy, canât believe I have to explain this to you, but this kid is definitely half of you. It usually takes two to have a kid, remember?â
As if to punctuate her point, the baby kicked again, hard enough for them both to feel it, and Taylor huffed. âIf she doesnât go for soccer in her later years, Iâm gonna be disappointed.â
"Your kid keeps kicking me," Taylor mumbled into Dean's shoulder, her swollen stomach in between them. "Tell her to knock it off. I need my beauty sleep."
âYouâre beautiful with or without sleep,â Dean countered, grinning slightly. âDonât worry, sheâs just figuring out in advance how to use those little legs to run all over the place and raise hell. Sheâs her motherâs daughter, after all.â
âIâm seven months pregnant, youâre supposed to be on my side,â she whined a little. âBesides, the whole âraising hellâ thing, thatâs all Winchester. My version of raising hell was just causinâ some trouble.â
She opened one eye then, giving Dean a sly look. âYour version of raising hell would be actually raising Hell.â
Me: Taylor grew up in the foster care system and thus becomes quickly attached to those who show her kindness.
@imthelcstprincess: Taylor and Rapunzels are sisters now.
Timing is Everything // minxchester
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It was supposed to be a simple drive home. Taylor was nearing her due date, and Dean had wanted to spoil her with one last vacation to the nearest beach. Sand, sun and ocean, all beautiful and perfect down to the last moment. But now it was late at night and Dean was driving them home, as Taylor slept in the backseat.
Except when she awoke, it was to a rather painful pressure in her lower gut, and her jeans felt soaked and sticky. For a brief moment, she wondered if the baby pressing on her bladder had finally become too much for her, but she couldnât remember drinking anything heavily caffeinated in the last few days.
It wasnât until she actually reached down and touched the liquid, that she suddenly realized what had happened, and her eyes widened in horror.
âUh... Dean?â She looked up to catch his eye in the rearview mirror. âDonât freak. But I think my water broke.â
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Humans feared the dark since the beginning of time. It symbolized danger, hidden in the shadows. It symbolized being lost, unable to find your way home. It symbolized evil, to the very roots. You donât know what lurks in the dark.
Background:
Taylor Borelli was kidnapped at a young age by a demented doctor who was convinced that he could mutate certain genes in order to bring out some kind of super power in some individuals. She spent years in an underground bunker, abused by the doctor and by the other hostages who took out their anger and frustration out on each other. Survival of the fittest was meant in the most literal sense here.
When she was fifteen, Taylorâs powers finally began to develop, but she tried to keep them a secret, not wanting to be hurt further. But as time went on, and the abuse got worse, she finally summoned her abilities and brought the bunker into eternal darkness, cloaking herself in the shadows to murder each and every person she found. Eventually she clawed her way to freedom, drenched in blood, driven mad by her power and eager for more chaos.
Goal:
Taylor doesnât want to be controlled anymore. She loathes people who had a better safer life than she ever had, filled with envy of what she thought she deserved. Taking over the world, fitting it into her image, thatâs one major goal of hers, and she can even recruit a few wayward souls to her cause.
Wait Here for the Sunrise // my-malleable-muse
Sam rolled down the window as he approached the girl - she was young. Maybe not even 18 yet.Â
âIâm heading towards Kansas,â he said. âYouâre welcome to ride with me if you want. My nameâs Sam."Â
âKansas works,â she replied, offering another smile. âItâs nice to meet you Sam. Iâm Taylor.â
She grabbed her knapsack and quickly hopped into the passenger side seat, buckling herself up in the process. Once Sam started driving again, she looked around her things just to double check didnât leave anything behind, before setting the knapsack at her feet and settling in for the ride.
âSo do you live in Kansas?â she asked curiously, watching the view pass by.
