Ebonhart Duo

I mean. Won’t deny that one, she’s a dime so ayeeeee.

I mean. Won’t deny that one, she’s a dime so ayeeeee.

I mean. If you’re just out for in game ERP, then you probably have something else going wrong upstairs. Or is it because you still live downstairs in your parents basement? Either way, just because someone RPs a character that has carnal desires, doesn’t give you the right to objectify them and be a twat.

OOC:

I really am so sick of this. It has been a year since I left WoW and you little shits still continued to say the stitched one this, the stitched one that. The worried “Friends” continued to send me morning messages of look what Wra secrets said about you today. There has even been a few who have admitted posting on here in my defense when I have asked them not to and to leave it alone.

But what I have learned from being in WoW is that some of you just can’t let shit go because several years later and people still continue to bring up even shit from several years ago. So for the real reason why I left WoW wasn’t because I was some shady piece of shit, (Granted I was a fucking piece of shit and yes i let those I hung out influence my actions and decisions, again I was a no spineless, wanted to be liked little shit) 

I left WoW because of the huge chaotic bullshit that happened with Farris, the woman who stalked me, who would take my irl photos and share them with people who hated me, pictures of my son which lead to a lot of you fucking cowards to send death threats to my son or said some pathetic shit about how I erp because I couldn’t handle having a special needs son. I left WoW because my “supposed” best friend for months had someone in a public rp discord server who continued to bash me openly and say false things and allowed it to happen for months. I left because all of the bullshit with WoW almost did lead me to self harming or even ending my life because no matter how hard you try to escape things you can’t.

Anon, you say that I sent anons on this blog because its my MO and I want people to feel sorry for me and that I’ve done some shady ass shit and most terrible things you’ve seen? This whole fucking community is shady ass fuck and has done some terrible shit and we don’t bat an eye at that now do we? I admit years ago, way back when I had just created Trastinari I may have done such things but again I hung out with the wrong people and this was if I knew what I knew now back then things would have been different but let’s not act like some people’s shit don’t stink because as I have done some “shady and terrible shit” I came name quite a few people who are not saints and can be considered just as shady and terrible as me.

But you see again we don’t talk about that do we anon. You guys continue to say that I copied someone because for almost a whole year I didn’t know that there was someone with the same character name and just assumed I copied them and even that original person told you all to back off years ago. Some of you that were once friends were also the same people that talked bad about me to the supposed best friend and only found out when things became a benefit for that same person but they will never openly admit this no because the moment they are in the hot seat they will deny this and I have openly also called that person a little shit and openly admitted she can be cruel because when you do end up on their bad side you’re basically fucked.  

So Anon that has had dealing with the toxic stitched one. I am sorry that whatever I did caused you caused pain. I am sorry that you think I feed into this whole Wra secrets blog because i’ve honestly tried to avoid it until today when enough has become enough. Maybe I’ve changed and in final years of WoW i tried, i really freaking tried but once again petty little fights happened, the he said she said, spread bullshittery to others began and being blinded once again made it hard. I’ve tried to apologize to those I have wronged after outing the biggest thing I was dealing with, some took my apology and others didn’t There are however, three people that I would not ever apologize to and that is because the shit they did was fucking cruel and til this day I still question what the fuck did I ever do to them to deserve what they did.

I don’t want people to feel bad for me anon, I want people to forget me, to move on with their lives and leave me alone. I want to be able to play another game without having two of my stalkers ruining things and making their self appear to be this saint when I still have support that shows I am completely innocent. I want to be left alone with what select few people still choose to rp with me so that maybe one day I can stop being a piece of shit rper and actually respond to their threads.

I am sure this is just going to add more fuel to you all to run towards wra secrets and talk more shit and maybe hey the mods will say this is enough talk about something else. I could have stayed quiet, hope  that this rode out but it hasn’t. Either way I am fucked if I speak up and fucked if I stay silent and well it’s the internet what is there to really lose here by for once actually speaking up?

And if you got something to say to my wife, hit me the fuck up and I’ll put you in your god damn place. Fuck out of here with your shady ass shit.

Games are supposed to be an escape, YET HERE WE ARE WITH WOW AND THE MOST TOXIC COMMUNITY HANDS DOWN.

So proud of you WrA. You remind me why I left.

Tagged by: @snowfallen-nymph, and @the-soiled-dove ( there was a few more but ill tag them on next character set!)

full name. “Stitchy! Oh my real name… Can I kill you after I tell you?” pronunciation. “Stitch!” nicknames.  Silvermoon’s littlest Nightmare, Stitch, “Snowflake!” Little shade height. 5′1″ age.  “I should be six feet under already.”  zodiac. Libra languages. “The Language of buy my fucking candies before I eat your heart out. Captain Voss’ trash talk, and a few others… I think I am learning some dead ones too? That’s what the others say!”

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour.  Snowy white eye colour.  Red skin tone.  Pale body type. Skinny  accent.  “Do I have one?” dominant hand. Right. posture.  Tall and proud scars.   Scars down spine hidden by corset piercing.  Several stitching only seen when completely naked or felt on certain places of her body. An “R” with a 3 point crown can be seen on her neck.  tattoos. none. most noticeable features.   A violet raven shaped gem in the middle of her forehead. An “R” with a 3 point crown can be seen on her neck., Crimson eyes 

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth.  Ghostlands hometown.  Silvermoon birth weight / height. unknown manner of birth.  It happened. first words.  “Don’t remember.” siblings.   Trastinari “Fox” Autumnblade  parents.   Virtea Rosespear-Autumnblade , Aerimin Autumnblade parental involvement.  They were around. 

ADULT LIFE

occupation.:  Flesh Crafter, Assassin to @hmratking ,Creator of Sinful Sweets. Torture specialist to Viari Twins, Relic Hunter close friends:  @lokkiir , @felashathia , @silith-sunstorm, @gilneanseas , Considers a friend: @loveherdekay Associates: @hmratking , @theron-darksunder, @ninthenightwish , @sanguinesorceress and a few others. relationship status.  “Forever bound and loved by @ebonhartduo. Touch him and I will fucking kill you!” financial status. “Rich but forever spoiled by Kal and my creators! I never have to spend a dime!” driver’s license. “Uh???”

criminal record.

“You can’t have one if you never been caught now can you?”

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation.  Straight romantic orientation.   Straight preferred emotional role.  submissive manipulative | dominant | switch |  unsure preferred sexual role.  submissive  |  dominant |  switch |  sex repulsed | unsure libido. vengeful turn on’s. “Pervy… I am not telling you.”

turn off’s. : “Stupidity and weakness..”

love language. trust, time, overcoming,empathy, understanding, pain. relationship tendencies.   Long term over time and loyal.

MISCELLANEOUS.

   Kal canted his head to the side, a frown pressing his lips into a thin line. “No matter what happens, my love for you will never die or change, Stitch. You are the only person I have ever loved aside from my sister, and no amount of body swapping or black magic will ever take that from you. Will I always worry that one day you will grow tired of me and leave, yes. Will I worry that the voices will convince you that you want something aside from me? Yes. Will I ever stop loving you? Absolutely not.” 

   Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, sighing softly. “One day you will be mine, entirely. When that day comes, this still heart might beat once more. However, until that day, I will continue loving you the same way I always have from the first day I fell for you. Now stop worrying about mundane things that I have no interest in. I dislike reflecting upon my feelings and having to voice them aloud.” he grumbled, picking up the flask from in front of him and taking a long drink from it. 

“But I like hearing it..” She said as she continued to rest against his chest. “It’s different this time.. It makes me scared… So many voices and all saying things that I don’t even even understand.” The doll’s crimson eyes swirled with a touch of violet. “I hear things that and feel pulled to certain things that I don’t even understand.”

She clung to him hearing the voices growing. “There are new things that happen and I am scared that I will be a danger to myself as well as you.. I only ask because I don’t feel me anymore..”

Kal shook his head once more, arms tightening around her. “If you are a threat to me, then you are a threat to me. If you kill me, then you kill me and I’ll leave this world a happy man knowing I got to love you for a time.” He said, clearing his throat as he closed his eyes. A hand lifted to stroke through her hair, letting out a soft sigh.     “We will figure things out as we go, Stitch. However, don’t worry about me ever leaving you. You are stuck with me until one, or both, of us die.” he assured her, the muscles in his arms twitching some. “We will find a way for you to feel like yourself again one day, love. Until then, just remain strong and do your best to keep a hold on yourself. You hear me? I am not about to lose you, not when I just got you back, Snowflake.” 

   Shifting his weight some, he curled around her body protectively, clearly not willing to let her go. No, she was his, to hold and protect. That was exactly what he planned to do, even if it killed him. If it killed him, he would die knowing he lived his life protecting what he loved. 

He was expected to come after a certain numbers of days. Within those days his doll faced a journey of her own. One of unspeakable things that kept her from being in his arms. The doll was back to her old her state with some unusual gifts as well. She was once again in her chambers feasting on the hearts of many as Aelerin sensed another was nearby. “Keep her here.. We don’t know exactly what has happened to her.” Aelerin said while venturing outside.

“Who’s here…” Stitch looked at the veiled maidens trying to follow Aelerin outside.

“Stitch stay here..”

Aelerin looked at the doll who stayed put and continued to feast on her favorite muscle. Through a maze of halls Aelerin continued to wander until she made it to the court yard. She stepped forward bringing herself closer to Kal. “The Doll’s knight.. We’ve been expecting you… Have no fear, there is no reason to bare your weapons.. Your doll wakes but we don’t know all of the changes. If you like I can bring you to her chambers.. Feyanni is not here, she is handling another pest problem.”

Kal curled his lip ever so slightly, eyeing over the woman before him. “I’m not baring them yet, nor do I fear anything aside from the death of Stitch. So sorry not, I have no intentions of spilling blood unless her ‘father’ still lingers around.” He assured her, moving closer and crossing his arms over his chest.

“She wakes, but something is different, eh? Well that’s just bloody lovely...” he grumbled, features creasing ever so slightly with worry. It was true. He feared nothing, except for when it came to Stitch. “Take me to her, please. I’d like to see her, well and as alive as she can be.”

@bloody-loyalties

“Let us just say he is the reason why she was never gifted a normal life. The reason she is bared with scars. The reason the voices linger and why she became quite the killer.”

“Give my sister four days, if nothing works then you come by the estate. If there is no doll in her chambers then you know she has past. If she rests then you know she is just recovering. I wouldn’t do anything too crazy now. She has already lost a lot now hasn’t she? It’s good to see you again. You look well and as for who she was asking for aid, yes it was Sha. Apparently she is missing?”

Kal gave the woman a sadonic smirk, chuckling under his breath as he tilted his head up and closed his eyes. “Thank my sister for me looking remotely normal anymore. And Snowflake…” he murmured, hands lifting to run through his hair and rest on the back of his head. “If her father still lurks when I get there, he won’t have the chance to speak a word to her. The morning of the fourth day I’ll be waiting on the property line. Gods help us if she isn’t in her chambers.”

Turning to face Fey, he cracked open an eye. “Yes. Sha is missing. She’s been out of contact for too long for comfort. She is void touched now, and we believe she lost her mate. We aren’t sure the specifics, but my sister and her cousin have not heard from her in months as compared to every other week.” He explained in a huff. As if Sha missing was not enough, now this. If only he could drink and it affect him, he thought to himself.

As he was facing her, the raven returned, giving a loud caw before landing on his shoulder once more. Attached to its foot was a ribbon tied note, which he removed and opened. “L is on standby if she is needed, as well as one of her shadowmenders. If your sister needs more help, let me know. I will send for her.”

The thought of having Aerimin removed quickly brought some comfort to Fey’s chilled heart. “Good, we wouldn’t want her to suffer more than what she is now do we.”  However, the mention of Sha ruffled fey’s wings. Despite Sha leaving the order she still had a certain care for the woman. “And well now I understand why she was asking Aelerin for help. What do you need from me? You and I both know this isn’t a handle one task at a time. While our attention will mostly be on Stitch I can have a few allies look for Sha.”

She watched the raven and shook her head. “Until I know what is truly going on in my estate I wouldn’t want to bring new comers and something happen. Besides, Stitch’s father is not the only one who was lured out of hiding. This also makes good use to see what my sister is truly capable but should we be in dire need..”

It was all she said before looking at him and started to turn around. “Try not to kill everything in your path while we figure what is going on hmm?”

“Either way, L is on stand by. She won’t be seen going in or out, seeing as she is sitting on my shoulder and you had no idea. If your sister does not succeed, I want to see Stitch and try my own way after. However, here is to hoping your sister does succeed because I’d rather not lose the one I love...” he trailed off, seeming to drift into his own thoughts.

“ I won’t kill anyone but her father...for now.” He assured her, gaze wandering once more. “However if I see that man, he won’t make it out alive. Him or any other threat to her. I’ll burn their corpses in a bonfire before I let them hurt her or get the chance to get close enough to.”

“Let us just say he is the reason why she was never gifted a normal life. The reason she is bared with scars. The reason the voices linger and why she became quite the killer.”

“Give my sister four days, if nothing works then you come by the estate. If there is no doll in her chambers then you know she has past. If she rests then you know she is just recovering. I wouldn’t do anything too crazy now. She has already lost a lot now hasn’t she? It’s good to see you again. You look well and as for who she was asking for aid, yes it was Sha. Apparently she is missing?”

Kal gave the woman a sadonic smirk, chuckling under his breath as he tilted his head up and closed his eyes. “Thank my sister for me looking remotely normal anymore. And Snowflake...” he murmured, hands lifting to run through his hair and rest on the back of his head. “If her father still lurks when I get there, he won’t have the chance to speak a word to her. The morning of the fourth day I’ll be waiting on the property line. Gods help us if she isn’t in her chambers.”

Turning to face Fey, he cracked open an eye. “Yes. Sha is missing. She’s been out of contact for too long for comfort. She is void touched now, and we believe she lost her mate. We aren’t sure the specifics, but my sister and her cousin have not heard from her in months as compared to every other week.” He explained in a huff. As if Sha missing was not enough, now this. If only he could drink and it affect him, he thought to himself.

As he was facing her, the raven returned, giving a loud caw before landing on his shoulder once more. Attached to its foot was a ribbon tied note, which he removed and opened. “L is on standby if she is needed, as well as one of her shadowmenders. If your sister needs more help, let me know. I will send for her.”

Kal turned slowly, a raven on his shoulder, digging its talons into his skin. Rivulets of blood ran down his bare chest and back. He eyed the woman with what looked to be distaste, his lips pressed into a thin line. “She and I had an agreement. We could leave, but we always had to come back. I don’t wish to confine her. If she wishes to wander, I’m fine with that so long as she comes back. However, based off you being here…I am going to assume something has happened.” Kal said, his voice as cold as the frost that was outside.

Sinking down into a chair, he leaned forward, hand already resting on his sword. “What has happened to my Snowflake.”

Feyanni watched him for some time without saying anything. 

“And let’s take a few steps back..”

She did take a few steps back for her own safety.

“Stitch is dead…”

The words that could destroy his words rolled off so easily on her tongue.

“Well in a way this is good news because her heart no longer beats and if a certain someone didn’t completely mess with my work then she should be returning to her normal state and you two can be happily ever after slaughtering anyone that comes in your path.”

“But if he has… Then your snowflake is no more.”

The beast in him wanted him to rip her head from her shoulders and feast on her blood. The man in him knew that his snowflake would never forgive him, let alone have a chance or survival without the one before him. The hand on his blade finally moved, fingers curling around the hilt and uncurling, before repeating. Everything was hazy, something he knew did not bode well for the first living being he found, present company excluded. Forcing himself to breath, he waited for the woman to tell him more, rather than stepping away from him. That gave him cause for a small snort. Why she had fear, he did not know. However, he did not care too much at the current time.

She didn’t fear him, after all since the last time they saw each other she been through so much and did her demons share their whispers about the man before her.

“Call it a home invasion if you will. From what I was told she came to Aelerin seeking help to find someone dear and whatever magic that lingers had cause several things I am not pleased with. Those that died now wander and now Stitch is dead. A good thing really since she hated that beating heart but she’s not moving and her body is covered by voidlings so there is that.”

“Also her father is around. So there’s also that hiccup. If you want to take your anger out on anyone you’d be doing a favor for your snowflake if you off him.”

“As for what happens. We are working on it. Well Aelerin will be.”

Releasing his grasp on his sword, he cast a quick glance over the woman. “What is it her father wants. I’d rather him not make my loves life more complicated by being present.” He said, moving to stroke the fire in the fireplace. The air was slowly warming back up, albeit not quickly. “Did she go in the hopes of finding Sha..?” He questioned softly, unsure of who else his Snowflake would be looking for.

Shaking his head, he closed his eyes. “I’ll handle her father if it’s needed. Until then, I’m going to hunt, because if I stand her any longer I am liable to do something rash. I imagine she would have my heart for something stupid...” facing the woman once more, he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

“Thank you for letting me know. I would of gone looking within the next couple days if I heard nothing from her, and it would of ended very badly I imagine...”

Kal turned slowly, a raven on his shoulder, digging its talons into his skin. Rivulets of blood ran down his bare chest and back. He eyed the woman with what looked to be distaste, his lips pressed into a thin line. “She and I had an agreement. We could leave, but we always had to come back. I don’t wish to confine her. If she wishes to wander, I’m fine with that so long as she comes back. However, based off you being here…I am going to assume something has happened.” Kal said, his voice as cold as the frost that was outside.

Sinking down into a chair, he leaned forward, hand already resting on his sword. “What has happened to my Snowflake.”

Feyanni watched him for some time without saying anything. 

“And let’s take a few steps back..”

She did take a few steps back for her own safety.

“Stitch is dead…”

The words that could destroy his words rolled off so easily on her tongue.

“Well in a way this is good news because her heart no longer beats and if a certain someone didn’t completely mess with my work then she should be returning to her normal state and you two can be happily ever after slaughtering anyone that comes in your path.”

“But if he has… Then your snowflake is no more.”

The beast in him wanted him to rip her head from her shoulders and feast on her blood. The man in him knew that his snowflake would never forgive him, let alone have a chance or survival without the one before him. The hand on his blade finally moved, fingers curling around the hilt and uncurling, before repeating. Everything was hazy, something he knew did not bode well for the first living being he found, present company excluded. Forcing himself to breath, he waited for the woman to tell him more, rather than stepping away from him. That gave him cause for a small snort. Why she had fear, he did not know. However, he did not care too much at the current time.