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[differentnighttale]

Writers Challenge#1 :Not like other girls

Hello writeblr ,I have some challenges I've made.

Writers challenge #1

I'm not like other girls/person/boys challenge.#1

Caution :This challenge isn't supposed to endorse or support this harmful trend. it is just harmless fun about your OCs/character.

Rules:Start with your OC/characters' names. Add not like other girls/person or boys  and say traits ,personality, and quirks about them.

Thalia is not like other girls she has severe childhood trauma--not resolved,has daddy issues,died once, and is scared of men.

Nathaniel is not like other boys he can see the  Shadow Realm,has unresolved anger issues,emo but yellow and hates, and loves a girl.

Yeah,your turn.

Sorry for the tag.

@wyked-ao3 @morganthepen @furrywrit3r @imbecominggayer @mysticstarlightduck @thehighladyreads @theink-stainedfolk

Thanks for the support:

@blargh-500 @blue-endy @imbecominggayer @furrywrit3r

[brokenbirb-blog]

“This place...” Wes began as he stepped out of his car, his eyes unsure where they should look first. The place was fucking huge to say the least and there was a good feeling that pulsed in the center of his chest. This was gonna be a good time. “I hope it comes with some sort of directory.” He said, more to himself than anyone else. Considering he was about fifty percent sure he was stood in the driveway alone Wes grabbed his bag and tossed it over his shoulder with ease before he slammed the car door shut once more.

Taking slow steps up to the front door Wes took his time just allowing himself to reel in the feeling of someplace so unfamiliar. The building was almost haunting, he could remember his grandfather would tell him stories about the Manor. How he knew the old woman who had been rebuilding it and he himself had gone to help with some repairs. He always said something bad was in this house but honestly? Wes wanted to find out for himself. He pushed open the front door with ease and released a loud howl into the empty foyer. 

“Guess who’s home for dinner!” He yelled, a broad smile on his lips as he kicked off his shoes.

[alcxamarsh]

Alexa had given herself a tour of the house upon arrival, scoping out the landscape and planning her first night. Best place to sleep, best place to drink, best place to get a little party started. But Christ, this place had surprises galore. Every room she walked into was just a little more white, leather, gaudy something. “Who designed this place?” she scoffed to herself as she walked through. She didn’t bother going out the back door, since the pool wasn’t really in her interest. Turning back to the rest of the house, she was startled by a mirror on the wall next to her. “God, why are there so many of these?” It was the second time she’d jumped at her own reflection. She wasn’t usually so jittery. Weird.

[oddxty-blog1]

          COMING TO A STOP right before the patio, jules lets out a low whistle as she takes in the sight of the grand manor before her. god, it’s even bigger in person than in the pictures. however, her gut tells her something isn’t right and reminds her of what she looked up prior to deciding to come. still, that doesn’t stop her from popping her board and carrying it as she jogs up the small steps, falling into pace with another guest. “ you know, i looked this place up last night. there’s been exorcisms held here and shit. ” she turns to grin at them. “ wicked, right ?? ”

[dyl-crane]

Honey’s yellow suitcase toppled to the ground at the door of the house, the door looking larger and sturdier than she expected. A feeling of discomfort washed over her, blue eyes wide and filled with both awe and something else -- something that most people no longer possessed, a faraway storybook emotion. She raised one finger to press against the detail of the door frame, “Beautifully, hazardous,” she pulled her finger back away as if it had been burned.

[nadinehayes]

Nadine sat with her legs tucked to her knees, pulling at a loose thread on her sweater. Well, Isaac’s sweater. She wore it today because it was fuzzy and warm and she was still recovering from her nightmare. That's what last night was. But it didn’t explain the bite marks on her hand. She pulled at the sleeve to cover them. Out of sight, out of mind. Nadine barely registered the voice speaking until she realized it was, and it was waiting for a response. Her response. “I’m sorry--” Her voice was soft, tired from fighting all the conflicting emotions inside her head. “I literally didn’t hear a word you just said.”

[zclla]

nausea settled in the pit of zella’s stomach as she lay crumbled against the floor, hands still slick with isaac’s blood –– the ruby red stained almost every inch of her from when she fell beside his lifeless corpse. the image of him left her head spinning as she struggled to clean up the glass of water that slipped from her grasp as a result from the final SLAM of the basement door. trembling hands clenched shards of broken glass, the fragments digging into her palms –– zella welcomed the pain, it came as a distraction from the thoughts that plagued her. everything spun around her and the room was full of color; she was still riding out the horrific high that a few tabs brought her. it was only a bad trip. the sound of footsteps caused her to flinch and she hurried to finish picking up the mess, stumbling as she trudged towards the garbage can. the blonde still believed it was all a fragment of her imagination, she couldn’t fathom that anyone else could see the crimson was smeared on her face, soaking her hair and garments. it was all in her head. “uh, i’m sorry. i kinda... dropped a glass,” she muttered, words lethargic as she brought her lacerated hands to her eyes, trying to shut it all out. 

[soldiersilas-blog]

Silas finally pulled up at the end of the long driveway in his tan 2000 Honda Accord, rolling his window down and flicking ash off the end of his cigarette as he searched around for a good place to park. There were people already parked in any spot that they could find, but more cars pulled up behind him as he looked, which was surprisingly. He was usually the last to show up, but this seemed to be different as he backed into to a fairly hidden spot. As soon as the trunk of his car was covered by a thick brush, he changed the gear to park and leaned back, taking a deep breath.

After turning the car off and tossing the keys into his back pocket, he got out and moved to the passenger side, pulling his Army issued duffel bag out of the seat and slinging it over his shoulder. This backpack held some pretty harsh nightmare material, but was comforting at the same time. Not as comforting as the dog tags around his neck, but it did the job when it needed.

He dropped the cigarette on the ground and checked his surroundings, eyes barely lingering on the impressive house as he focused more on the people outside that were arriving as well. He used his newly freed hand to grab the tags, thumb brushing over his name as he started towards the entrance. “This place is as huge as a fat hooker’s bottom.” He said to himself, making it look like he was barely acknowledging the person that headed up a few feet away.

[alcssandros]

hey gang! i will spend a majority of the day on a train; so, that makes for the perfect time to post a STARTER CALL. so, my lovelies - if you would like a closed starter with this loser, please like this post and i will make it happen! 

[jovanov-blog1]

        when teo crossed the threshold of the house ( fresh from his porsche, louis vuitton luggage in hand ), it was almost as if he’d stepped straight out of a magazine article. it was far too easy to imagine the little boxes floating around his couture-clad body, boldly proclaiming alexander mcqueen dress shirt, fall 2018 collection, $637; model’s personal wardrobe, just this side of obnoxious through how loudly it proclaimed his wealth. he set his shiny new ray bans on top of his perfectly coiffed hair, slowly dragging his gaze along the crown molding, the hardwood floors; after a tense moment, the corners of his mouth quirked up into a pleased smile and he nodded once.

        making his way through the house, teo left his bags by the stairs, only stopping to pull out one very important item before continuing his slow path past each room. eventually, he reached his desired destination: the kitchen. “ i’ve got don julio 1942 and i’m making margaritas with it ! ” he raised his voice loud enough to ensure he’d be heard throughout at least the nearest rooms -- someone had to be around, he figured, and he’d hate to drink alone. the whole point of coming, after all, was to have a good time -- even if he was just a tad fashionably late. “ i’m not afraid to down this entire thing by myself, either, so it’s first come, first serve, if anyone’s even around. ” 

[augustus-page-blog]

Fashionably late was something that Gus did well. There was no real reason for his constant tardiness, he just always seemed to get caught in something and then deadlines were the last consideration. The world was a constant fascination to him, but that made him a little flaky. Showing up to Crenshaw Manor wasn’t the exception to the rule. That’s why he was walking in the door, eyes taking in the giant house as he tugged his backpack off and wondered idly why nobody else was around. Gus left his olive-green backpack atop a chair in the first room he walked into and spoke out, “Hello. Anyone around?” He figured if he didn’t see anyone soon he’d make himself at home and tour the home. He’d taken off work for the adventure to come and he wanted to soak it up as much as he possibly could.

[coleisolation]

Cole sat at the kitchen counter pushing the cereal in his bowl around with his spoon. It was dinner time but he wasn’t going to try and exert undo effort to figure out the stove or instigate enough social interaction to convince someone to cook for him. So cereal it was, not that he minded, he didn’t have a very sophisticated palette that would be offended by something so simple. It infact was what he had for dinner many nights after his father died and his mother seemed to stop giving a shit.

“I hate these white fucking walls,” he speaks up, hazel eyes looking around the room. “Remind me of a mental hospital, though that would be far more interesting. Though if the rumors about this place are true, maybe it was. You know those Catholics and their exorcisms for people who have actual mental disorders. Perhaps they painted over the scratch marks, blood, and mournful writings on the walls.” He huffs into his cereal bowl and shakes his head, “White it’s too fucking bright. It’s those stupid home remodeling shows fault, I tell you. Makes everyone think that white is the only color to paint a house, real creative,” Cole says rolling his eyes.

[silentlivvy-blog]

Olivia was nervous as she drove Presley to the mansion. God, it was way larger than she’d anticipated or what she got from the advertisement. Her shaking hands gripped the wheel of her ‘64 Ford Mustang, which probably looked so old compared to the other, newer models nowadays, but she loved her car almost as much as she loved to read, and that’s a lot. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as she rode up to the car park, which was... nowhere. Where the hell was it? Oh, great, there was no car park, was there? Dammit. Ah well. She just had to hope at least one of these people could respect her and not bump Presley or break his windows because if not, oh, boy, would there be hell to pay for them. Rolling down her windows, she cleared her throat quietly and called to the first person she saw. “Uh, hey,” she started, nervous as all hell, “do you know where I can park? Or is there not a designated parking space or a parking lot?”

[oddxty-blog1]

          THE DOOR TO THE BASEMENT stares back at her mockingly. are you gonna do it ?? no, you would never. she can hear it saying, the laugh she heard that day following right after. but whatever was in there is out now. so there’s no harm in going down to check things out, right ?? yet, she can’t bring herself to twist the doorknob, uninjured hand clenched around the handle but unmoving. “ just open the door, dumbass... ” she says to herself, unaware of the new presence in the room. so she continues to mutter nonsense to herself as if she’s the only one in the room. “ stupid fucking demon... actually, i’m sorry. didn’t mean that — wait, no, i did. ” jules babbles on, hand still frozen on the doorknob.

[imbecominggayer]

Rules:Start with your OC/characters' names. Add not like other girls/person or boys  and say traits ,personality, and quirks about them.

Yuuma isn't like the other people :) They are horrifically traumatized, dealing with a random child that's weirdly obsessed with them, and paints surrealist paintings symbolically forshadowing aspects of their psychology and future events.

Jukka isn't like the other boys! They are deeply obsessed with the philosophical illusions of cinema and particularly acting. For seemingly no reason, he struggles intensely with a lack of emotion unlike Yuuma. Always expect Jukka to have something cynical to say.

Writers Challenge#1 :Not like other girls

Hello writeblr ,I have some challenges I've made.

Writers challenge #1

I'm not like other girls/person/boys challenge.#1

Caution :This challenge isn't supposed to endorse or support this harmful trend. it is just harmless fun about your OCs/character.

Rules:Start with your OC/characters' names. Add not like other girls/person or boys  and say traits ,personality, and quirks about them.

Thalia is not like other girls she has severe childhood trauma--not resolved,has daddy issues,died once, and is scared of men.

Nathaniel is not like other boys he can see the  Shadow Realm,has unresolved anger issues,emo but yellow and hates, and loves a girl.

Yeah,your turn.

Sorry for the tag.

@wyked-ao3 @morganthepen @furrywrit3r @imbecominggayer @mysticstarlightduck @thehighladyreads @theink-stainedfolk

Thanks for the support:

@blargh-500 @blue-endy @imbecominggayer @furrywrit3r

[nadinehayes]

Nadine let out a small, frustrated huff as she fought with her suitcase. There weren’t even that many steps. Yet, with the combined efforts of the duffel weighing down her left shoulder and the contents of the suitcase weighing down the right, she was struggling. She could do it herself; she was more than capable. But she’d gotten very little sleep on the flight over because the small child behind her kept aggressively kicking her seat, and the middle aged man next to her kept chortling as he watched reruns of the Office (which, sure, was funny, but not that funny), and the blonde in front of her had strategically angled her vent so that it hit Nadine directly in the face. And so yeah, she was a bit annoyed. It was evident in the irritation in her voice as asked (without really asking) the first person she saw for help. “You know... a little help goes a long way.”