You'll Never Escape My Grasp

Desdemona caused a stir. Desdemona wicked for sure. Desdemona seals your fate. Desdemona it's too late. Desdemona heeds the light. Desdemona dark of night. Desdemona are you scared? Desdemona shouldn't have shared. Desdemona knows you're weak. Desdemona sees you're meek. Desdemona feels a thrill. Desdemona kill kill kill. An Independent Wicked Sorceress

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The world has rejected it’s heroes. The once praised beings have become condemned and sentenced to a life of normality. A life where they must hide their extraordinary powers. A life where they become average. But the villains don’t play by the same rules. Who will save the day when machines can’t get done what a hero can?

Will the government be able to keep the super-powered in check? Will those with powers team up to be heroes and villains? Will normal people rise up and stop everything?

That’s up for you to decide.

[truehatred-blog]

-watches Les Mis-

“…Damn, this movie sucks.”

[ribbedxgloves-deactivated201804]

“Why would you say that?”

[truehatred-blog]

“I am so bored Brentie-poo. The only satisfying part was when Russel Crowe made a crunching sound when he fell to his death. AND THE MOVIE IS STILL GOING!”

[truehatred-blog]

-watches Les Mis-

"...Damn, this movie sucks."

[truehatred-blog]

-holds a megaphone-

"Everyone! The time to free yourself from your encasing fabric leg shackles is now!" She screeched. "FREEDOM!"

[truehatred-blog]

Actually, they're only my playtoys. I’m a necrophiliac… How well do you play dead?

"Well I'm allergic to pants, so unless you want me to burst out into scratching spasms your going to have to de-robe before anything like that could possibly happen."

[truehatred-blog]

Might make it easier to be the headless horseman... *thinks through this in a thoughtful manner* You kind of remind me of my dead ex-girlfriend. She had the same lovely, golden locks. Except they were pretty bloodstained after her...end.

"So you sacrificed one girlfriend for an unlimited amount of boyfriends... Seems like a pretty good deal to me, I'll have to try that ritual sometime."

[truehatred-blog]

Also, did anyone tell you how lovely you'd look as a corpse?

"Did anyone tell you you'd look good with your head decapitated? Lets face it, it's only dead weight anyway."

[truehatred-blog]

They're not my boyfriends, and they're all dating each other as well. It's the sixties all over again.

".....oh how I love polygamy."

[truehatred-blog]

Babe.

"Don't you have 4 boyfriends or something? Stop hitting on me! You're gonna make them jealous!" -swoons in an constipated manner-

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♪♪ Cross my heart and hope to die! ♪♪

[truehatred-blog]

"That can be arranged." Dezzy snickered as she heard the girl hoped to die soon.

[notthefreezerplease-deactivated]

Mass Text sent to everyone (Open rp)

Isaac: Hey someone around? I am hungry wanna go be with people today.

[truehatred-blog]

Dezzy: WHO IS THIS AND HOW DID YOU GET MY NUMBER?!

[notthefreezerplease-deactivated]

Isaac: Must of sent to the wrong number sorry.

[truehatred-blog]

-blocks number-

[notthefreezerplease-deactivated]

Mass Text sent to everyone (Open rp)

Isaac: Hey someone around? I am hungry wanna go be with people today.

[truehatred-blog]

Dezzy: WHO IS THIS AND HOW DID YOU GET MY NUMBER?!

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[[I want to make a pokemon team for someone as a joke and just make the entire team Bidoof.]]

[truehatred-blog]

((Hey! Don’t diss the doof.

[truehatred-blog]

-le eats green cherries-

[truehatred-blog]

-Watches Winx Club-

[truehatred-blog]

“I do my best to stray away from siences and histories, but I suppose this demonology you speak of is different. It’s not the most comfortable thought to disclose much more on the situation, but lets leave it at a yes.” Her gaze redirected to the sky, “Enemies… You are looking for specifics I imagine. I regret to report that my enemy list does not hold a single name, but instead distinguishes races and great groups of many kinds.”

[ribbedxgloves-deactivated201804]

“I find it funny that you find discussing demonology uncomfortable- or at least dislosing it.” Her yes was all he needed. When she looked up at the sky, his eyes followed, wondering if there was anything there worth staring at. “You must have done something to have that many adversaries.”

[truehatred-blog]

"Well it's simply what happens when you hate too much people and you can't even count them any more. You put them in nice little groups. I wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings by singling one out." Her eyes narrowed when they drifted back down to him. "You find that funny do you? I have little time for the overly-humored, so be aware of that."

[truehatred-blog]

-Watches Winx Club-

[ribbedxgloves-deactivated201804]

“You make a valid point. Not only fear, but gut wrenching disgust. Who are your enemies?” He tried to reach for the remote to lower the volume. “Do you by chance happen to practice demonology?”

[truehatred-blog]

"I do my best to stray away from siences and histories, but I suppose this demonology you speak of is different. It's not the most comfortable thought to disclose much more on the situation, but lets leave it at a yes." Her gaze redirected to the sky, "Enemies... You are looking for specifics I imagine. I regret to report that my enemy list does not hold a single name, but instead distinguishes races and great groups of many kinds."

[stonerxhybrid-deactivated201308]

"Fuck this pain, seriously, why does it even need an existence?"

[stonerxhybrid-deactivated201308]

     His eyes scanned her over. What was with people and their shitty attitudes lately? 

     “Pardon me, lass, but mind your own. I’ll bitch and moan about anything I want. And yeah, you could say that.”

     Annoyance was clear in his voice and his features showed it as well. Ryker never took lightly to people telling him what to do. If he felt the need to mumble, he would mumble; simple as that.

[truehatred-blog]

Such unforgiving insolence, she figured they were actually quite similar despite his mumbling. “Very well.” She cooed. "What was I thinking? Giving a person advice on how to better themself? Silly Desdemona." Her mouth clicked idly as she turned her head to not face the stranger directly, but an eye still held him in its view.

"What is your title mumbler?"