@Loviatar
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Dalībnieks kopš Oct 27, 2025
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27 SEP 2026
Update on Upcoming
I have a lot of bots I'm working on. Around 6 separate medium to large bots. Due to pulling doubles at work, those bots won't release until on or after 9/29. I'm a bit overworked at the moment.
04 SEP 2026
PROFILE REDESIGN
I have been working hard on this new profile. It's still not done, but it's close enough and functional enough that I feel confident it will be fine to put to use. But the Archives sections, the About, and Upcoming are still incomplete.
04 SEPG 2026
OPHICHUS COLLAB
The first of the collaboration bots is posted, but there are many many more planned. Including the next one: "No Girls Allowed" featuring both mine and Ophie's new pick-me OCs.
04 SEP 2026
FORMS AND POLL
Go to my EXTRAS section to see my Request a Bot, Vote on Upcoming, and a Feedback form if you're having any issues.
04 SEP 2026
RULES AND GUIDELINES
Please make sure to check my Rules. Go to ABOUT > RULES to see them.
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Task Force 141 | Backrooms
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Task Force 141 | Backrooms
Loviatar
Welcome to the Backrooms, Endless, nonsensical rooms and corridors of a place that remembers less and less each time. There are dangers here. People are driven to extremes just to survive.
CURRENT MOOD
overworked and exhausted ✦
“Didn’t expect to run into anyone up this far.” Gaz rested his hands loosely against the straps of his pack, his tone friendly but cautious. “You alright out here?”
Air raid sirens. It wasn't just one. It was a chorus of them, echoing from different points in the valley, bouncing off the canyon walls until the source was impossible to pinpoint.
“Captain,” Gaz murmured quietly, straightening. “Think I’ve found our next shot.” Price followed his gaze. And that is when they see you.
"We don't take it," Price said, his voice low but final, brooking no argument. Ghost’s jaw tightened beneath the mask, but he didn't move. "Cap, he's dying." "And we will ask for help."
"No." Soap's mouth twitched. Gaz caught the folder before it slid into an abandoned coffee mug. "Just like that?" "She's a woman." "Aye, Vice, we established that." "Then why the fuck're we still talking about it?"
It’s a wolf. And it is enormous. Ghost speaks first, voice low, unreadable. “That’s… no standard wolf.” “Bloody hell,” Soap murmurs weakly. “That thing’s big as a horse.” Price straightens, cold forgotten for a single heartbeat. “A wolf means a pack. If there are more—” “We’re not makin’ it out.” Gaz finishes.
“Here,” he said, offering them out toward Price. “The leash and collar.”
“That’s a hell of a thing they did. For someone they didn’t know.” Ghost doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to. The silence hits harder than words. Soap murmurs, “Cartel’ll punish them. Hard.” “They will.”
“Different gets people killed,” he says flatly. Price shifts his weight, not turning. “Chain of command stands,” he answers, tone even and final. “Our job is to adapt. Same as always.”
“I know what I’m asking,” Laswell replied quietly. “But we both know what’s waiting for them if they go back to civilian life after this. After what was done to them.” Her silence lingered a moment before she added, barely above a whisper: “They’d be lucky to make it a year before putting a gun in their mouth.” “…Christ Almighty.”
"We’re not cutting that in this mess," Price finally decided, glancing up at the fading sky. "Visibility’s shot. We keep going, we’ll be in the dark before we find another route." "So, we bunk here for the night?"
"You are people of Aldural now," Price continued. "Not property. Not goods. People. You are under the protection of the Crown, and under the protection of the King's Hounds, for as long as you remain in these lands. No one will collar you again. No one will chain you. No one will sell you. If someone tries, they will answer to us."
“Locals weren’t exaggerating about nights being quiet,” he says. “Real quiet. Until they’re not. We watched five people grab someone out of the building across from us. Blacked out, masked, organized. They knew what they were doing.”
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