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NORMALLYXSTRANGE - A NETFLIX TUMBLR RP ORIGINAL
— Produced, directed, & written by Rose
indie oc rp & writing blog
urban fantasy, supernatural, paranormal
based on upcoming novels (The New Ashton Chronicles by F.R. Southerland)
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“Is it normally so strange?” Casey still didn’t know what to make of their little community. It took some getting used to, and she hadn’t yet reached that point yet.
Andy let out a snort that did nothing to hide the laugh that followed. “This place has to be strange–otherwise, none of us would fit in.” She directed a smile in the girl’s direction. “The world needs places like this, filled with people like us. A balance. It’s how it’s always been and how it’s always will be. Embrace the weird–you might like it.”
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//my queues are cleared out here.
I will post a final promo for the new blog later, and then a final inactive notice and that’s it. I will be on @normallyxstrange from here on out. All threads will continue as usual. If there are any issues, questions, comments etc contact me there.
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thecharmedmechanic:
It seemed like he had just gotten home. She smiled and nodded her head. “Alright. Gives me time to figure out a show to watch while you’re gone.” she whispered, giving him room to move. She felt a light jab in her heart, knowing that she wasn’t going to be able to hold her pain in much longer. The sooner he left, the easier it would be to let it all out. Last thing she wanted was to be a burden for him.
“Its okay. I’ll be fine.” she tried to reassure in return. But those words might as well been a lie. Though it was easy to push those thoughts aside when she was in his arms. She kissed him back softly, her forehead pressed against his after.
She turned on the TV to channel search. She chose an old Disney movie might cheer her up. She looked over at him before giving his question some thought. “Maybe some oreos and ice cream. We’re out after yesterday. Can you bring those home?” she asked. “You know which kind is my favorite.” She walked over to him and gave him another kiss. “Have fun, okay? Tell the birthday boy hi for me.”
The smile she gave him seemed sad and Jamie felt that pang of guilt again. “Are you sure?” he asked quietly. The request was a simple one, and even though the ice cream would probably be mostly melted by the time he got it home, he’d do it. Anything, she only had to ask. “Yeah. I’ll do that. I’ll be home soon.” The door closed quietly behind him when he left.
Their auras were like nothing else he’d seen in a long time. Bright. Full of unexpressed emotion. They were both holding back something--Jamie held onto guilt and resentment and Aiden--
Yes, he had meant to hurt her, but was it supposed to be like this? He couldn’t really remember, but he doubted it. Dylan had spread salt into the wound, dug the knife a little deeper, twisted it just so. He thought hurting her would make it alright, but in the end--it wasn’t what he wanted.
He watched her from the secluding darkness of the shadows. Was he sorry for what he did? No, not really, but it was time to end it. How? That wasn’t clear yet. So he stayed. He watched, as he had been for days, weeks, forever.
After Dark
claudiaindarkness:
This woman was smart so there was no point in trying to hide let alone sugar coating anything. A simple shrug of her shouldn’t was her response to trying to hunt Andy. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen now, that would be to complicated and difficult for her taste. “Everyone comes to understand the feeling of being both predictor and prey at some point in their existence…” This was nothing new to Claudia so she thought little of it. “Even if this was more literal..” She muttered quietly, more to herself.
“So what do you intent to do know? Take revenge for my intentions? Try and capture me?” The petite wasn’t looking for a fight, especially with a witch. At least there was only one of her.
At least she was being more direct to her now. No sense to really hide it, since both secrets were out in the open. Andy let out a small laugh, head shaking. Her eyes went up, focusing on the buildings, the sky, the wires overlapping overhead, before she looked back down. “Yeah, no kidding. Not my first time being someone’s prey. Or predator, if I think about it.” Not that she wanted to.
But good question. “No reason for me to get revenge on you. I won’t lie and say I’m not happy about being a target, or anyone else being a victim. It is what it is.” She shrugged at that. “I’ve met vampires before. You have to survive somehow.”
She didn’t condone the action, but she couldn’t condemn it either. “Find your meal elsewhere. Not here. Not this neighborhood.” A nice compromise maybe. Meet in the middle, if the vampire would see it that way.
little-earthquakes-rp:
Immediately flustered Sasha tried to explain, “I wasn’t….eh…I didn’t know. It could be possibly something else…ah shit.” The last words whispered more to herself than to her friend. Let’s face it: it totally could be a porcelain wang. Walking towards the wall she nodded in agreement. This guy was far from normal.
Following suit she started to move the art on the wall checking behind the canvas and being sure to feel the wall surface to make sure it wasn’t an illusion. “Acquiring for what reason?” It was a rather intrusive question but considering her butt was on the line she felt she’d a right to know.
Eventually meeting CJ in the middle she shrugged, “Maybe the next room. I don’t know. Maybe we should take a minute to meditate. Maybe we’ll feel it.” Sasha could sense magic on the living but inanimate objects was not a talent she possessed; however, she’d try.
CJ just smirked a little bit at Sasha’s flustered stated, but ultimately ignored it. For a second, an intrusive thought invaded, telling her to trash the place. She shook that thought free and put the last painting back in place. They didn’t need any more attention drawn to them if it could be helped.
Wiping her hands on her jeans, she shrugged. “I didn’t ask. It’s better, most of the time, not to ask.” But she had. She always got whatever details she could. She just didn’t think Sasha would help her if she knew she was going against Aaron’s wishes. “But, it’s not shifting across the morality line. It’s just a charmed artifact. Old. Probably worth a shit ton. Guy just wants it for the resell value, probably.”
All this she said in a hushed voice, then even quieter when she agreed. “Alright. Let’s trying meditating. Worth a shot.” It was difficult for her, sometimes, to shift her focus from so many things to just one thing, or to nothing at all. CJ was always on the move, always doing something, her mind always running at eighty miles per hour. But she would try.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, breathing in the scents of the room--Sasha’s anxiety, the antiseptic like smell of some sort of cleaner, furniture polish and something else... And there was a tingle in the air.
“I feel something.” Her eyes opened and she looked to the blonde, the past her. She made a face as she pointed. “...I think it’s one of the gross statues. The one on the end.”
thecharmedmechanic:
“No, we don’t. we’re already stripping each other’s clothes off when we try to stop.” Just one look from him when they argued and she practically has herself bent over for him. She didn’t know if it was the thrill of being on the run or that anger that lingered from everything that happened. But she could never stop him from fucking her into sweet oblivion.
“Do you have to ask that question if you know the answer?” she challenged, not wanting to be upfront about her feelings. She ran her hands through her hair in frustration. “my body is tingling over the idea. What about you? Would you stop me if I tried riding you in that chair?”
A chuckle left him, the sound of it deep and dark. A guttural sound. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and exhaled, staring at her through the haze that settled. “Shit. Maybe I just want to hear you say it.” Just talking about fucking her had him growing hard. His lips pulled into a mocking smile.
“Nah. You know I wouldn’t stop you. Hate to deny you the dick you crave so much.” The words were crude, delivered with a small scoff. “Face it, babe. This shit’s gonna keep coming ‘round and ‘round. No way to stop it. Even if you wanted it. Cause you do.”
He said nothing of what he wanted. Why get into that shit?
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skymma:
“I was thinking this afternoon, if that works for you? I’ve got this presentation tomorrow and I have work after that, but I’m mostly studying today.”
And she’d made a lot of headway already, and she was a mix of restless and … well, she’d had to reach out sooner or later to Neoma. It wasn’t someone she could just let slip away. They still had things to talk about.
At least in Tanja’s view.
“No pressure, though, or anything. Obviously.”
Neoma didn’t really have to think about it. “This afternoon’s fine, actually. Gives me time to put things away and unwind for five minutes.” She gave a small laugh and switched the phone from one ear to the other.
She swept hair away from her neck and shoulder, holding it against the back of her head as she went on. “Yeah, no pressure totally. Where and when do you want to meet?”
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pantslessoptimism:
Little sounds of pleasure kept escaping Sophie as Sara continued to please her, giving up the failed attempt at trying to keep her cool. Her hips pressed into the other woman, almost begging for release as she could feel an orgasm building.
Until it wasn’t anymore.
A whine left her lips as she opened her eyes–she had been so close and all she wanted to do was come. A sharp exhale escaped before she spoke, voice quiet, “I really want to come. I feel like I need to,” there was a pause, “Please?”
Sara moved her fingertip just a bit to draw out another tingle of pleasure, just a tease, before she stopped again. Her lips were near Sophie’s, breath mingling with hers.
“Mmm.” It started out as a hum but melted into a sensual growl. “No... Though I do like the begging.” Her teeth snagged the woman’s bottom lip before she kissed her, then drew back her head with a wolfish grin.
“Not yet. Make me cum first.” If she did a good job, that could be her reward.
Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does … Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent.
Neil Gaiman - The Sandman, Vol. 1: Preludes and Nocturnes
ROBERT BOYD HOLBROOK as “Skip” in Morgan (2016)
little-earthquakes-rp:
If only what? Sasha’s brow knitted waiting for the other witch to expand on the statement but instead left it hanging between them. Rubbing her lips together she wrangled some self-control; she’d already overstepped once.
Sasha shook her head, “Uh no, I’m an only child. It’s always just been my dad and me. I use to want the comradery of a sibling when I was kid, but eventually the thoughts of having someone to compete with for his attention or, in general, being compared with isn’t something I find appealing.”
Pursed lips for a brief moment she tried to find a way to connect, “I mean I understand it though. Certain circles won’t even speak my father’s name out loud: the paragon of dark magic he is and then you have me. A music teacher who spends her day with kids pre-k through 8th grade. So I get it on some level.” A hint of a smile before she shared, “My father would tell me when I was trying to find my path-which seemed so far from his: Vsesvit prahne do rivnovahy u vsʹomu. The universe strives for balance in all things.” The words had eventually brought comfort over time.
She’d never really know, then, what it was like to actually being compared, in having to fight for the attention of a parent while an older sibling outshone you. Vinnie smile verged on sad, for a moment, before she lifted a shoulder a bit. “No one finds it appealing,” she confessed.
But, there were things that Sasha would understand--having a parent or family member in one bracket while you were crammed into another, not quite fitting in just right. It felt like she didn’t really belong, sometimes. Her mother reminded her often enough that she was the best of them both, but Vinnie couldn’t see it. The balance Sasha mentioned, it was there, if Mara was to be believed.
Vinnie was still undecided about it.
“My dad was the same way. I mean, about the dark magic. Even now, some people still recall him, though he’s been dead for twenty years. He made waves, supposedly.” Now her smile really was sad. “But I never really knew him and I don’t remember him, so I can’t say. I wish I could.”
She fiddled with her hands, pulling on her fingers, twisting a ring around. “Well, my path is as far from his path as can be. Andy’s walking right into his footsteps so...” The redhead trailed off, shrugging. She tried to muster up another smile. “I’ll go the opposite direction.”
“Is it normally so strange?” Casey still didn’t know what to make of their little community. It took some getting used to, and she hadn’t yet reached that point yet.
Andy let out a snort that did nothing to hide the laugh that followed. “This place has to be strange–otherwise, none of us would fit in.” She directed a smile in the girl’s direction. “The world needs places like this, filled with people like us. A balance. It’s how it’s always been and how it’s always will be. Embrace the weird–you might like it.”
indie multi-muse OC RP blog
urban fantasy based
multi-verse & multi-ship
mun & muses 18+
triggering & n s f w content present on blog, discretion advised
written by Rose
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