[text] I need some stress relief.

Text: this feels relevant to my interests. Naked stress relief?

checking in | jude & edmund

It had been a hell of a weekend, in all of the worst ways.  As much as she had hated punishing others, Jude had at least been able to find the most pleasurable ways to inflict pain to meet the requirements of the day.  It was the day before that had been the worst, naked and whipped as if she were twenty-two again and begging her Master for mercy.  At least she had the strength to show her face so soon after the punishments, unlike she’d been able to do in the past.  Pride was often her downfall but thankfully today, it was not.

So the professor had made a visit down to the cells once everyone had been released, checking in on the slaves she so dearly cared about.  See if there was anything she could do to help offer comfort, even if it was something as silly as creating a vision of some far off place, anywhere but the island.  The djinn paused outside of Edmund’s cell, knocking lightly at the bars.  “Got some room for a little company?”

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= 10 Points deducted from Edmund Elofsen for trying to bribe a professor and for plotting to break the rules (from Strix)

-10 POINTS from EDMUND ELOFSEN, deducted by EYVINDR (STRIX) OLSSON.

Rankings will be updated December 1st.

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HIATUS UPDATE:

NICOLE (SABRINA CHRISTIANSEN, EDMUND ELOFSEN, CLARA WOODHOUSE, GENEVIEVE WRANMYER): MAY 14 - JUNE 14; SEMI

To: Edmund Elofsen- @edmund-elofsen​

Happy Birthday, Edmund! I hope you're doing well.

Wade

A Reunion of Friends || Ava & Edmund

Ava was excited to see her friend. It had been way too long, and she knew that her leaving was to blame for that. But, she had always felt close with Edmund. Despite their very obvious differences, there had always been a bit of a unique bond there, in her opinion, anyways. He challenged her not only physically, but intellectually as well. He made her think. So, to say that she was happy to know that he was still available, was an understatement to say the least.

In a pair of skinny jeans, sneakers, a white tank and leather crop top jacket, she knocked on Dougal's front door. She bounced on the balls of her feet, licking her lower lip and glancing down at her black painted nails. She noted that she needed to redo them, as they were becoming a bit chipped, but that was the least of her problems at this point.

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Continued from HERE

Text: Do you need me to come get you?

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E: Sh*t || Leo & Edmund

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Shit.

It doesn’t take a genius to get what was happening because he has all the fading bruises on his body as proof. He wasn’t really all that bothered at first. Sure, he was annoyed, and he would be lying that there weren’t moments where it was painful, but it was yesterday’s problems and today was a new day.

Or so he thought. 

He could feel the sweat pooling and dripping down from the back of his neck and as he stared down at the wooden paddle in hand, it was taking all of his strength to keep it from moving. He grabbed on with his other hand, digging his nails into his arm, yet it couldn’t stop what happened next. The sound, loud and clear, echoed in his ears as the paddle made contact with skin. Gritting his teeth, he looked at the male in front of him, blindfolded and no doubt momentarily deafened. Slow realization kicked in when he realized that he was unable to make any sounds. Everything suddenly made sense. Yesterday made sense.

Sorry, man. I really don’t want to do this.    

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Now this was more like it. As a child, Edmund feared the power of the storm. The loud noises spooked the once timid child. As he grew, he learned to appreciate the savage beauty and destruction that dangerous weather wrought. The lightening and rain held both the power to destroy as well as sustain. How he’d adored nights when he was tucked away watching the rain from his window. Tonight though he was living- truly living for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. It had started as a tingle. Something he thought nothing of. The annoying buzz alerted him to the magic in use, but it was not the magic he was feeling. It was the lack of the bonds. Finally, Edmund felt himself once again.

Speeding behind the fleeing body, Edmund grabbed them tight, pulling them into his chest. The clap of thunder masked the scream of his would-be victim. Their heart raced, a tantalizing song luring him closer to their neck. “I wouldn’t move if I were you.” His fang pricked the skin just enough to be felt, but not enough that they would know the pleasure or the pain of the bite. “I am right next to your jugular. If you struggle, I might slip.”

-

It was foolish of him to think it was over. The days of uncomfortable outfits and humiliating interactions wasn’t enough and now... this. It didn’t hit him at first. More so, he didn’t noticed the changes until the person next to him suddenly twitched. Then he noticed the glowing eyes from some and the fangs from others and he knew he had to get out of there.

He did managed to slipped off, passing through the bodies and out the door and he almost cried out in joy, only for it to shifted into a scream when he was grabbed hard into a sudden body. He jumped, more from the sound of thunder than the sudden chilling words that was spoken right next to his ear. He felt the slight prick to his neck and realizing that the man meant every word, he managed a soft ‘okay’ before quieting.

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Merry Christmas from Ciaran, Seamus, Guinness, and Mr. Feathers! 🎄

{my (in)famous rum balls!}

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Feeding Session//Malon+Edmund

Malon was off duty for singing to let his voice recover but he was enjoying being at work after the craziness that had happened in the last week or so with the attack and new management. He wasn't sure how he felt about the new headmaster but she seems to be a bit better than the last one. He told Keith he wouldn't mind being on the 'menu' for the night and worked at the bar until he was requested.

Two men he hadn't met yet came in: one was a tall man with a beard and soft blue eyes while the other was grumpy looking. "Let's just hope they are nice ones." He mutters to himself as they get a booth with menus. One of the girls approached him and told him that a vampire gentleman asked for him to feed in a private booth. Understanding he lets the other bartender know he will be with a client and goes to change having his own private booth specifically for him. He asked Keith to have a both close to the bar so that he feels safe in case something went wrong. Changing into a new outfit he heads to his booth to find the gentleman that just came in that looked grumpy sitting there. "Hello sir my name is Malon and I'll be yours tonight. Where would you like to feed?" @edmund-elofsen

[text] What can I do to help?

[Text; Jude]: Be safe and stay safe, for one. Administration will help with rebuilding. I'll take it over the hit to our insurance premiums.

[Text; Jude]: But we found bodies, Edmund. Bruno and Adeline didn't make it through the havoc.

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Edmund called this his vacation. Sure the place was under construction and people had died, but they weren't his people. He wanted to help get the Clover back in order, but other than that his day had little structure. He had little to do until classes resumed. That's how he ended up enjoying a strong drink in the shade of a beach umbrella.

He felt the eyes upon him before the person knocked into his longue chair. "I don't give a flying fuck who runs this place. I don't understand why you've got a stick up your ass over the whole thing."

Dylan operated better under structure, it was an unfortunate fact about him. He had his teenage years full of dangerous unpredictability - he could remember spending days with the lights on so Mack would disorient him on purpose, more than once - and his early twenties weren't much better. The fact that classes only barely begun and he didn't have his own space was hard. Daisy was nice and welcoming, but he still constantly felt like a trespasser. A t-shirt with the sleeves cut off (he hated sleeves) and some swim shorts were slowly becoming island staples for him, which was odd, since he was still used to the cold, endless Wisconsin winters. They usually had their first snow by now. Dylan lit a cigarette and looked around a bit, trying to find an empty chair to read in the nice part of the beach, the one only masters ever seemed to go - there wasn't a 'no slaves allowed' sign he could see, so he'd overstay his welcome - and was nudged a bit into another chair he tripped over. Then some guy started talking, and Dylan couldn't hide the snort. "Relax, man, that's like, forty proof," he said, gesturing to the bottle as he sat down in the next closest chair. "Take it down a notch."

The following characters are on activity warning for two weeks or more of inactivity! If you need a hiatus or any help, please come talk to us! You have until the next activity check (September 18) to become active again or you will be dropped and your face claim reopened.

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To: Edmund Elofsen- @edmund-elofsen​

Happy Birthday, Edmund.

It's been way too long, and I hope you're doing well.

Your friend,

Skyler