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[lonelyassassin]

I am really pleased with how my sketch is coming. 

[pulltheotheroneithasbellson]

Crap, nano, cooperate, damnit! Why are you not cooperating? (wait, I know why- we're tired of seeing Erica hurt.)

On the other hand, we just got a rant from Finstock about money being like unicorns.

[morgan-saylor-blog]

Take It Like A Man || BLOODBATH

'Ugh Clark, you idiot.' were Morgan's last thoughts as she rushed to her tube and was lifted upward. "Ewww." Morgan shrugged her shoulders and jumped in place as the heat engulfed her entirely. She shuddered at the idea of being covered in sweat, but as the seconds were counted, she nearly squealed out of excitement. 

Her eyes scanned the arena for anything she could possibly want. There were so many bags but which one of them would be the first aid Pate had instructed she and Ryan to get? 'Um, how about the one with the humongous red cross on it -- duhhhh Morgan.' Rolling her eyes, she continued to search the Cornucopia until her gaze landed on one of the sets of tasers, charging panel and all put together. "Oh my god, it's right there!" Morgan jumped cheerfully on her circle, careful not to accidentally fall off as she clapped her hands together. She didn't even care how childish she could be viewed, at least she wouldn't be one of the losers dying in the arena, or at least that's what she was most sure of.. When the gong sounded, Morgan hopped off and blasted forward, one of her only physical strengths -- speed -- immediately put to use. Coming to an abrupt stop, Morgan panted softly, her fingers gripping the gun-like object. Now how did you even work this thing... Morgan's inexperienced fingers fiddled with the trigger. ZAP! Morgan screamed as a bolt of electricity shot out with much greater force than any other taser she'd ever been permitted at the training center. The thud that followed was even more unfamiliar. Eyes alert and curious, her jaw fell open as she recognized the fallen figure. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, Clark!" It was as though Morgan was not at all in the middle of a bloodbath risking her own life as she nervously squeaked in front of a lifeless Clark. Nudging his side with her foot, Morgan gasped. "I didn't mean to..." A new thought hitting her head, Morgan placed her hands on her hips and looked at the skies defiantly, "Actually yes I totally did! Who can use a taser?! Thiss girrllll!" BOOM.

Canons began to thunder, immediately bringing Morgan back into reality. Sight dropping back to Clark, her eyes only widened as she truly viewed him. The world was turned into white and only Clark's dead body was visible. Truth slowly settling in the form of fear, Morgan trembled lightly, even though the heat was tremendous. Another cannon roared loudly and Morgan mentally slapped herself. It was a miracle she had not yet been killed after being such an easy target - she had to quit being so stupid. Ugh Morgan. Raising her head, she reminded herself fleeing the Cornucopia was now a priority. Bursting into another full blown sprint, she headed straight for the only place she knew she'd find the rest of her alliance - the river. 

[kallaprice]

You Keep Me Walking || Kaxella Blood Bath

Kalla gasped as the glass closed her within the small tube. Slowly, the floor beneath her began to rise. Panicking, she placed her hands on the glass and watched as Toby braved his way up to the world. The heat that began seemed not as threatening as the idea of her environment changing in a matter of moments, until she realized the heat was coming from the lava. Kalla gasped once more and took in the entirety of the arena. It was similar to the 75th Annual Hunger Games, but not so similar. She knew there would be no twist, or at least she hoped, and this eased her nerves.

When the gong sounded, Kalla finally put on a brave face and focused in on her claws. Once she had them, the rest of everything would be easier. Sliding them onto her hands seemed to make her forget all uneasy thoughts that took control of her mind previously. She scanned the cornucopia quickly, and narrowed her eyes at the closest tribute. You are not weak, you don't need someone to take care of you anymore. Tackling the girl, she growled while dragging the claws ruthlessly across the girl's chest and through her stomach. Kalla actually smirked as she watched the life leave this tribute's eyes. She felt as if she were wired... This was the most alive she had ever felt in her life.

Pushing herself to a standing position, she scanned the cornucopia once more. No one really noticed Kalla anyways, but she still kept her guard up. She wanted to kill another person, she wanted the thrill of watching someone's eyes go from alert and afraid, to sad and lifeless again. Tobin. He would be her next target, she didn't care about their previous revelation, she wanted him dead now. Just as she was about to sprint out to find him, a familiar voice made her stop.

[thewickedrebellion-rp-arena-blog]

Task One: The Bloodbath.

Please read this post to get the full gist of the arena before reading and completing this task. Check the rest of the blog to see tribute outfits and other details.

Task one of the arena is the blood bath. Please describe your characters emotions and actions before and during this time. Here is the post saying what is inside the cornucopia. I will message each person individually with how their side of the blood bath will work, and the status page will be updated stating what supplies each tribute has as the tasks go along. I will be messaging each one of you individually to say if you will be killing, and who you will be killing as well. Only the five NPCs are dying in the blood bath. These tasks will either be solo posts or paras depending upon what your character must do. Please post this task to this account by August 2nd at midnight EST. Tag using #twrbb and #twrtask 

[audrey1nd]

My Teen Wolf Reverse Bang fic! I finally finished it.

Stiles is a ghost who was the same age as Derek until Peter killed him. Not nearly as angsty as I could have made it, mostly because it's from Scott's POV. Though I am planning a companion fic from Derek's POV which will most decidedly be sad.

[audrey1nd]

Ugh, my Ghost!Stiles fic is getting depressing. On the other hand, I'm over 4k and am at a point where I can either fast forward through the known plot of season one or add in details. Any opinions? Lots of details with Allison, or just put in a training montage, Derek being awkward and then the fight with Peter?

[nightrevelations]

going to take a shower and think about how i am going apologize to my twrbb artist. the only bright side of this is that at least they already have one fill. i am the WORST person and this has been the worst three months for writing anything serious, and just. ugh. i want to offer to write them BASICALLY ANYTHING ELSE as an apology, but then what if i can't finish any of the prompts they give me? then i will be a DOUBLE FAIL. sorry about the text posts today guys.