11/22/2023  Bleeding Las Vegas Strangely, the Las Vegas Raiders Organization didn't notice Josh McDaniel's missing digits throughout the number of games that were lost.  They didn't notice the missing digits from Derek Carr's non-throwing hand either, missing the signs even as they ran him out of town.  Even Jimmy Garoppolo had missing digits from his non-throwing hand.  Some other things happened that allowed Jimmy to get hurt.  That Halloween Night incident with the kidnapping still went unsolved. It was getting to Blake Knight.  Even after all this time.  They were supposed to have talent and a defense, weapons, and a good QB.  They got a shiny new stadium.  That's where Blake Knight and her Bestie are at.  There's a concert at the new Raiders stadium.  Perfect hunting grounds for Blake.  Perfect hunting grounds for her Bestie too, since the concert is at night, and it's in the desert. Blake talked her Bestie into it.  Convinced her, pleaded with her, bothered her about it, stating her case that it'll be fun.  Music, dancing, and partying.  It's Las Vegas!  And Blake really wanted to go see the new stadium again!  Blake gave her Bestie her look too, a look that affects her Wolf, just like how her Wolf's look affects her. Anyhoo!  They're off!  Dressed to party with Blake driving her expensive car towards the stadium.  Her Bestie in the passenger seat, looking killer just like Blake.  It's a convertible, the top is down, and Blake is speeding up to the 90's.  Blake has that look in her face, that hungry and angry look.  Her Bestie knows that look.  It would be natural if Blake was a Wolf.  Blake Knight is not a Wolf.  Flawless shift happens, Blake is in Overdrive, swerving and weaving with dangerous ease. "Bestie?  Stop!" Blake didn't.  Faster and faster, Blake navigated her car into some residential houses.  One such house is where Josh McDaniels lives.  The fired coach and his family were in the process of moving out.  Whether it was a coincidence or not that Blake stopped in front of Josh McDaniels' house just as the fired coach was coming out of his front door with boxes, Blake and Josh's gazes met once more. The boxes that Josh McDaniels were carrying dropped.  Fingerless hand was revealed, bitten off, knuckle by knuckle.  Josh McDaniel's jaw dropped and he went pale.  A very evil act was about to happen until Blake felt her Bestie's hand on her thigh.  Blake looked towards her Bestie.  Her Wolf gave her that look. "No." 03: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

10/29/2023  Vanished, But Not Before The Blood Like all things, they die.  Camelot never lasted.  How could it last?  The Roman Empire was too powerful.  Conquered, raped, and left after that empire grew too vast for their own good.  The Middle Ages.  The Dark Ages.  There was that, and then there was the bloody feud between the people of the old and Camelot, of the beginnings of good ole' England. The wild and free people of mysticism against the Crown, against the Church, against the new religion.  No more of the pagan gods, no more of the entities of the green and of the fae.  No more.  Conquered, suppressed, what the free people believe are demonized.  Their land is taken.  Outsiders try to conquer them, then it is from within.  Their brothers and sisters across the straights, across the sea, who take their land, or cousins really. There is the first, the one to be named first, Blake.  Blake Knight's ancestor.  She is British, through and through.  Born in blood, born from sin, and born from virgin nobility, like she is born from just a mother and she became a member of a family in a way.  This is where it all started for Blake Knight's lineage in her friend's world. From this land, from these people, an unknown demon arises.  Love, hate, forever, it was time to move on.  The Lady Of The Lake would breathe a sigh of relief.  The Pale Night merely smiles.  There is a purpose to her birth, and there is a purpose to her disappearance.  The Pale Night has planned this long before any of your worlds and realms were created, with stolen Abyssal energies the Mother of Demons might add. Her purpose, her drive, is all the same in every world and realm, against every religion linked to the divines.  Lesser, equal, greater, it did not matter to her. The event that happened that allowed her to vanish and move on happened on a night when the moon was full and pale.  It happened when the moon turned red.  Red with blood.  Blood was shed in the most coldest, darkest, and evil ways.  Was there a witness to this? For now, that is unknown. 07: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

10/28/2023  Blake Knight, Inked? Yes, it wasn't her, was it?  Not Blake Knight.  No tats for her.  It isn't her.  Can't mar this perfection up.  Doesn't suit her.  Doesn't go with her look.  Not becoming of her lineage of goodness, holiness, honor, nobility, and knighthood on her paternal ancestor's side going as far back as Camelot.  This perfection, purposefully bred generation after generation, is the perfect vessel for the Pale Night to come into your world. Into her Bestie's world.  Fully.  Unknown though, Blake Knight was a success after many tries.  You see, in the Pale Night's self-isolation after she relinquished everything in the Abyss for still an unknown reason that either evolved into a one singular goal for her or gradually was revealed to herself in time, something happened to the Pale Night that she didn't expect to happen. She got colder.  She was alone.  Cold, distant, obstinate, aloof.  Oh, she remained still the Mother of Demons, and she will always be the Mother of Demons.  She was part of the civil war that happened in the Abyss.  She was at the head of it.  The Mother of Demons disappeared and her children as well as her sisters and brothers slaughtered each other and their enemies without her. Her plans, her awakening, her goal.  Whatever she saw that made her do and be what she is towards her own kind is still unknown.  It got so bad that her desire and drive to breed, breed, and breed waned. Pale Night is an enigma.  For she also has this sole ambition for power and she commits unspeakable acts towards all manner of entities throughout the universe and reality itself, lesser than her and greater than her, and towards these divine's children.  She is still a Mother and she actually stole some children, from the Fae. All this and more, including the consequences put upon her, happened all at once it seems. Self-isolation becomes banishment, then becomes imprisonment, and soon a curse.  Her crimes, whatever they were, were really that bad and horrific.  She is forgotten.  They forget her.  She never even existed.  Her goal is finally realized, and there is one singular thing she has ambitions to do, and she is not known nor heard of or even remembered.  They forget her after they meet her, they cannot find her, or they are utterly seduced by her. What greater weapon does she have than that? But there is her drive.  There is her urge to breed.  For demonkind.  The Mother of Demons got too cold, she got too alone. It didn't start with Blake Knight's lineage.  It started before that and in many realms and worlds.  Bodies, succulent female flesh, mostly mortal in scope, many of them human in appearance, for the Mother of Demon's cult is of unique monstrous and demon children. Blake Knight was dressing.  This time she has on black bra and panties.  Her fingers move upwards, buttoning up her white blouse.  Her schoolgirl look is what she's putting on.  Or it's her billionare socialite party girl look.  Standing again in front of the mirror, Blake watches her Bestie sleep. Blake Knight sneaks out.  She likes to sneak out a lot.  To hunt, and to feed, and to feel, and to not feel so cold.  There isn't a known reason why Blake Knight, the High Priestess of the Pale Night, is such a perfect match for her.  What does that make the other bodies that the Pale Night has used?  Lesser, less powerful witches and sorceresses and priestesses?  And there are many.  Countless many. Does that mean that Blake Knight feels them all, feels it all, feels all that power and desire and want, being driven into her and marking her? Her eyes fall shut for a moment and Blake bites her lip, and she leans her head to the side like someone's lips were all over her neck.  Finishing up, Blake grabs her coat and leaves behind click-clack of her boots taking her out into the night.  To hunt, to breed, and to eat. She is forgotten?  Doesn't seem like it.  Her Bestie has power over her.  Her Forevers are her Forevers, yet  her Forevers seem to have power over her.  The powers of the holy churches seem to remember her.  They have endless crusades against her, no matter the realm, no matter the world.  Pretty, inked, and succulent mothers and mates that mysteriously are taken away and vanish for no reason.  Why, that must be a heartbreaking trip. Down the street, Blake Knight walks, like a hooker.  Oh, look, the moon is full, it's pale, and it looks bloody.  Hearing sounds behind her, Blake looks back.  It's actually one of her kinks now, defending herself against these churchy virgin knights.  There's always one that's got a weakness. Blake turns into an alley.  They follow. 09: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

10/26/2023  Should I Get A Tattoo? Blake Knight stands there in white bra and panties, previously bottomless until she puts her panties on.  In front of her is her reflection.  As she looks at herself in all of her perfection, Blake gives her perfect ass a two-palmed smack. "Should I get a tattoo like yours, Bestie?" The smack of her ass was so loud that Blake successfully brought her Bestie out of her thoughts.  The Extroverted gaze looks from its owner's cold reflection towards the second reflection in the full-length mirror,  to that of her Introverted Bestie's warm reflection.  Blake's place, her Bestie's place, another sleepover going on, wearing nothing in front of the other, or wearing white or black lingerie in front of the other.  Blake's question towards her Bestie must've brought her Wolf out of her reverie more than the sound of Blake's ass being smacked. "Tattoos aren't you, Bestie." Their gazes meet.  Blake can tell, she can even feel it, that her Wolf has many things on her mind.  Not moving, watching her Wolf as her Wolf watches her Witch, they just gaze into each other's eyes through the mirror.  Blake was pleased with her Bestie's answer.  But her Bestie's pretty tattoos kept drawing her gaze to them, and not to mention her Wolf's choice of lingerie this time. "And before you ask me, I don't see you with any other face.  Your chosen face and body perfectly match you." Blake's gaze strayed away.  Blake was looking at herself some more.  What her Wolf said next brought it back to one of her desires.  Her Wolf.  They would stare at each other more, without saying a word, Blake tempted to say more.  Her Wolf is right though.  Blake looks back into the mirror, caressing her skin.  This face and body is perfect.  Her other hosts were just as perfect.  But this one, her power seems to be more with this one. "Can I eat them now?" Blake hears her Bestie's answer. "No." Blake grins. "Are we ever going to kiss for real, Bestie?" Answered immediately. "No." The Witch likes to rile up her Wolf. "I wanna get you another tat, Bestie.  My name, my initials, my symbol." Pause?  Glare?  Sigh?  A little smile?  Lots of annoyance? Blake looks at her Wolf again.  Then, suddenly, a flare.  Her Bestie would be able to feel it.  Blake's hunger.  Blood, flesh, and the insatiable need to feel raw human blood down her throat.  The Cannibal's tendencies of Blake Knight growl in the pit of her tummy.  Evil acts need to be done.  It's either that, or there was another gathering of heroes about ready to try to slay or banish the Pale Night from her Bestie's world. "Oh, Bestie, I'll definitely eat these ones.  Wanna join?" Blake, the Witch Necromancer, powers up with power.  Her Wolf doesn't answer right away.  Blake knew her Bestie was tempted. "I'll try to bring one back alive for you." Blake felt the new adventuring party that came to find her got closer.  Because they dared to attack her while she was near her Bestie, the screams were extra loud this time. 07: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

09/02/2023  Grieving on Battleworld: The Fate of the CA and the Uncanny Illuminati and Her Loss The loss affected her more than she was ready to admit, ready to show, to let those close to her see.  A true enigma, the Pale Night is, having to possess her exquisitely prepared flesh of blood and meat to actually feel.  To feel what?  Love, companionship, filling the void of loneliness and self isolation.  Despite all that, cannot tame the Mother of Demons, cannot sway her away from her purpose. To breed.  Her other purpose is to return that was stolen from her.  To return the Abyss to its former glory, even if it means to annihilate everything that was made by the divines when their energy waned during that Time of Creation days.  That desire has already been carried out, it is now in the making, and it never ceased to be.  Her collection of past, present, and future Forevers already chosen.  Her gaze, her very touch, her very presence has already pierced their souls, much like a whaler with a spear hunting a whale.  No matter how much disgusted with the Pale Night's deviant sexual offenses that have broken their hearts have wrought.  Her power leeches them.  Their power adds to her power.  They become hers, her Forevers, whether they want it or not. Her ambition.  More power.  More sex from suitable and powerful mates, no matter the sex or species, to carry out her Endgame Objective.  Not to worry, while many will die, her Chosen Forevers will live on.  Their faces and souls frozen in horror at the reality of their situation, for to be consorts to the Pale Night is quite a unique experience.  Just ask the survivors of many of the adventuring parties that sought to slay the Pale Night, only for them to have forgotten everything in exchange for their survival.  She gives them madness and forgetfulness, rather than the alternative.  Mercy, if one were to ask her, that's for sure. Battleworld.  The new center of the universe.  That's the spirit, my beloved God Emperor Doom.  They can all thank Doom for saving the universe, and the multiverse.  Blake Knight liked Battleworld, the Witch Necromancer's ambition and thirst for power is as insatiable as her Mistress, the Pale Night.  A little bit of another kind of hunger was added to the immortal flesh that's Blake Knight.  Partying, fun, sex, booze, and Cosmic Energy from her beloved God Emperor Doom. Out of control, Blake Knight became.  God Emperor Doom couldn't tame her.  Not even her Sheriff, James "Bucky" Barnes could tame her.  Superheroes, villains, gods, and the like from her Sheriff's universe along with different ones from the multiverses that made up the new Battleworld that party girl Blake Knight is the Empress of.  So much partying, so much power to gain on Battleworld, Blake Knight did something unthinkable that called the Sheriff of Battleworld to take the Empress in. Her loss started with her Sheriff, her James Barnes.  It started with Blake's signature Abyssal knife.  Another Secret War occurred.  Another Civil War happened.  Empress Blake Knight Von Doom started it with one drunken night of boozing and sleezing.  On the secrecy of Battleworld, Sheriff James "Bucky" Barnes fell from a knife to his throat.  Can't tame this bitch.  Can't dissuade this ancient demon's ultimate plans.  Fear not, my Forevers, you still will be with me. -End of Part 1. 05: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

01/20/2023  Rules In The Making One:  This is a role playing page on a role playing site for writing, escape, and to have fun. Two:  This isn't a dating site and I don't want to hook up with you, talk to you on the phone, have phone sex with you, be your girlfriend, cyber with you, add you on Facebook, make a Discord for you so you can try to cyber with me, or asking me if you want to send me pictures of your dick. Three:  You're on the wrong site if you're looking for that.  Besides, if I'm seeing you (which I am) logged on and online on 5 other active role playing sites with the same exact character, with the same name, with the same default, with nothing but blank white nothing on your page, are you really wanting to actually role play and write? Four:  There's ONE exception to the very last of THREE because he's nice, a gentleman, and not once has he tried to push me or pressure me or force me.  And READ what I just typed here, I SAID THE LAST OF THREE.  So, if you're thinking otherwise, you're WRONG. Five:  My character, my page, my choice of what I want to put on it and what I don't want to put on it.  My choice of who I have on my top, in what order they are, and how I express them on my page.  Pressuring me, hounding me, harassing me, ultimatum-ing me, TRYING to dominate me, isn't going to get you anywhere.  And if you're doing that when I see that your page is utterly blank and doesn't have yours truly on it, or I'm not in your tops or as your top, THEN YOU'RE MOST DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO GET WHAT YOU WANT. Six:  Show me your story with me, show me your imagination.  If you're going to not do anything with your top list and let it be in order of who you add, REALLY?  I've not once been a bitch and demanded yours truly to be on your tops or your #1.  Cool it. Seven:  Oh wait!  Bitchy blonde moment here!  I actually have done that.  When I saw one of my FOREVERS signed on with his same duplicate character on the 5 other active role playing sites with the same name, default, and the same whole page of nothingness of story, WHEN YOURS TRULY IS EXCLUSIVELY ON FANDOMAIN. Eight:  MY CHARACTER and her writer are BI and lean towards women.  Deal with it.  MY FOREVER Girlfriends and Female LOVES (they know who they are) are under my protection.  My loves, friends, girlfriends, crushes, platonic ones, any and all my daughters.  FOREVERS means different things to my character and her muse.  You do not want them to have me go to you and EAT you for your indiscretions. 12: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

12/04/2022  There's Nothing Holding Me Back - Shawn Mendes - Write Inspiration I wanna follow where she goes I think about her and she knows it I wanna let her take control 'Cause everytime that she gets close, yeah She pulls me in enough to keep me guessing (mmm) And maybe I should stop and start confessing Confessing, yeah Oh, I've been shaking I love it when you go crazy You take all my inhibitions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back You take me places that tear up my reputation Manipulate my decisions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back There's nothing holdin' me back There's nothing holdin' me back She says that she's never afraid Just picture everybody naked She really doesn't like to wait Not really into hesitation Pulls me in enough to keep me guessing, whoa And maybe I should stop and start confessing Confessing, yeah Oh, I've been shaking I love it when you go crazy You take all my inhibitions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back You take me places that tear up my reputation Manipulate my decisions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back There's nothing holdin' me back 'Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far I know we'd be alright, I know we would be alright If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark I know we'd be alright, I know we would be alright 'Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far I know we'd be alright, I know we would be alright If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark I know we'd be alright, we would be alright Oh, I've been shaking I love it when you go crazy You take all my inhibitions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back You take me places that tear up my reputation Manipulate my decisions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back (oh whoa) There's nothing holdin' me back I feel so free when you're with me, baby Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back 04: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

11/27/2022  Inhibitions by thuy Can I spend a little time with you? Tired of being shy, wassup? I could put my pride aside for you Baby, you got it I drop all my inhibitions 'round you 'Cause you the only one that gets me in the mood You won't see me get choosy Throwin' a fit 'cause I chose up Talk my shit but I'm teasin' I act out when I'm needy, baby Ain't no taking your spot I take care of what's mine They don't got what I need Boy, don't trip 'cause you got it They shoot shots but I'm guarded Don't play safe 'cause I'm 'bout it You know just how I want it, babe Can I spend a little time with you? Tired of being shy, wassup? I could put my pride aside for you Baby, you got it I drop all my inhibitions 'round you 'Cause you the only one that gets me in the mood You ain't gotta be shy, ain't no reason Tryna drag my name through the mud but I'm the cleanest You from Venus, well me, I come from Mars Whatchu need from me? I'm down for playing the part Yeah, I'm too grown, I'm accepting of who you are Honesty the best policy, I'm quality Doin' numbers, uppin' the economy Mama said she proud of me, hope you are too Rather have you by my side like you R2-D2 Tell yo' ex to be cool I can give you Thanh Long, I ain't talkin' seafood If you with it, me too We ain't gotta reboot Couple shots of the Heem that be gettin' me loose Ayy, you way more than enough Yeah, it's me, keep it P, like it more in the tuck We don't let 'em dictate what's important to us We don't let 'em dictate what's important to us Can I spend a little time with you? Tired of being shy, wassup? I could put my pride aside for you Baby, you got it I drop all my inhibitions 'round you 'Cause you the only one that gets me in the mood, oh In the mood, in the mood, in the mood, in the mood 'Cause you the only one that gets me in the mood 10: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

11/03/2022  The Investigation -- Part 1 She appears as an ethereal flowing shroud with the suggestion of a shapely female body underneath.  It is said that the Pale Night's true form is so hideous and terrifying that reality itself rejects it.  The shroud she "wears" hides it.  To glimpse Pale Night's true form is risking madness and death. Yet never rises high enough to reveal the details that writhe beyond. Preventing onlookers from glimpsing the true, maddening wrongness of her existence. An unknowable enigma, shrouded in mystery, a horror so great rejected by reality itself. Touch shatters minds and warps self-image. Succumbing to it, finds their exterior forms reflect their innermost fears and desires. Becoming literal images of themselves. Not content with that, nevermore, with her powers.  The bewitching sight of her.  Her gaze, that can madden or slay, now can bewitch and beguile.  The very closeness of her, even in her flesh.  Through her flesh! "Mama Blake!  Can we go out for ice cream?!" "Auntie Blake!  I wanna go to the park!" Oh, cuties, not right now, it's girls night out now.  Hearing from her Bestie, I don't feel like going out.  Oh, my Princess from Camelot, there's a club we need to go to.  Look at the picture I drew, Auntie Blake.  Blake smiles at the pretty little girl that reminds her of a Camelot child she met. The phone rings.  It's from her personal lawyer.  There's a knock on the door that she hears.  Mumbling sounds draw her attention back to the task at hand while she finishes dressing up.  Fingering her red heel of fashion on, Blake sets her feet in place and turns, letting the mumbling gagged person tied up in a chair see her.  Can't really scream that loud, this one's eyes so wide, can't really move because of the bindings, he's about to die. Her phone keeps on ringing. Her BFF's wondering what's keeping her. They kinda know what's up with her. Yet, mostly they don't. Bewitched them all! Someone's still knocking on her door. Serial killer, cannibal, necromancer, murderess, it's great in this modern world, this present age! Not like back in the old days of Earth and other worlds that's backwards.  Never needing any proof.  Just burn at the stake. The hunger.  It shows in her face, her eyes that roam on down to her victim, who just happens to be a cop.  The knocking's annoying, but something's itching the back of the witch's mind, and her serrated knife stops.  Probably for the best.  Get blood on all this white.  She's really set on going out with her BFF's. That gaze of hers rises, extends out to the door of her bedroom and beyond, to the door of her apartment. "Ah, so there's a friend looking for you." A Manhattan police detective is at her door.  Not only that, he's of the religious persuasion.  A priest?! Something's not right.  She's being investigated? Oh, Reality and the Universe, are you shitting me???!!! "Don't go anywhere." Knife put away, sleep spell cast, Blake Knight goes to her door, her bedroom door locked away from her guests, the phone from her lawyer stopped ringing, Blake opens the door. "Hi!" Nice.  This handsome fucker is Irish. 08: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

11/01/2022  Halloween Kidnapping -- Part 1 What could spoil the Cleveland Brown's victory over the Cincinnati Bengals on Halloween Night? "Breaking News!  Quarterback and Head Coach of the Las Vegas Raiders, Derek Carr and Josh McDaniels, have disappeared from the facilities this Halloween!  It's been reported that they both vanished, possibly kidnapped, with foul play involved!  There was blood found at the scene and there are reports of a body being found!" Sitting in a chair in her boudoir of her Upper Manhattan apartment, or maybe she's visiting someone's home or fancy apartment, or castle, watching television.  Monday Night Football, if you can believe it.  Football!  It's supposed to be HER year, THEIR year!  Mama and Aunty Blake, she's sitting there wearing black silk, and some white or maybe it's a bit of silver.  Definitely black, definitely silk and lace.  In her left hand is a glass of white wine.  Shhh, not really, it's angel blood and tears.  You can make angel tears into wine as well as angel blood.  But for the kiddos' sake, especially for the sake of her own kiddos or the kiddos she's visiting, it's wine. "Las Vegas Police Department officials are short on leads and there's little more evidence found at the scene.  I'm told-" The virtual knife girl, Blake has one of her knives she likes to murder with in her right hand, which she throws skillfully at the television.  It pierces deep into the controls, so deep and hard, it makes the television shake and make sounds, crackle and black out. "W-W-Where am I?" The sound came from her left.  It came from Josh McDaniels. "W-W-What's happening?  Who are you?" Blake's got the rim of her glass to her lips, sometime in-between.  That next sound came from her right, from Derek Carr. The sound of the dying television must've waken her next two victims. "Boys, lets talk." 11: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

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