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This is were all ooc information will be placed¶ Writing Place:~ Group forum, blogs, comments or on discord.¶ Writing Length:~ 100 + words or more. No one liner's or semi-para's allowed. ¶ Writing Availability:​​​​​​~ I am on and off throughout the day, everyday. I help my dad at work sometimes, so I'm not on all the time, most of the time I am though.¶ Writing Point of view:~ I am only writing in First-person, deep, point-of-view, in the Past-tense. You write in whatever pov, you are comfortable in.¶ Discord:~ Ask For it! I will not give it out the first time we talk. If we are writing then I may give it to you, but if not, then no.¶ Expectations:~ I except people to read all my information. I will not be handing anything to you, except links.~ If you have, questions about Luna (AFTER READING), then ask. If you except me to give you the information, then bye. I don't like laziness!¶ Smut:~ Its not center of my stories and never will be. If you come at me with it. I will have Luna rip it off of you, eat it and kill you, I mean the mum will block you!¶ Messages:~ Are only for plotting and ooc. NOT FOR ROLEPLAYING!¶ News and Updates:~ I am on and off today. I have work.

First: HowlynMiddle: LupineLast: MoonglassAge: Unknown / Appearance: 28yrDOB: Born in winter seaon.Sex: MaleSpecies: Demigod/LycanthropyProfession(s): Guardian/SwordsmanSexuality: BisexualEyes: Golden-yellowHair: Platinum Blonde*White fur as a wolf form.Height: 5'10"Body: Masucline. Fit build. Lean. Lite Skin Tone. No Tattoos.

  *Plots I want for Benji (but may also just turn them into drabbles at some point - putting this in open roles category just in case.* **Also MADELYN CLINE fc is definitely wanted for one of these** Family Expectations. Benji feels increasing pressure from his traditional Mexican family to settle down and start a family of his own. His parents and extended relatives constantly ask when he’ll find a nice partner and give them grandchildren. Benji struggles with their expectations versus his own desire for freedom and independence. Career Crossroads. Benji has found success in his marketing career, but an opportunity arises for a major promotion or job change that would require more commitment and sacrifice. This forces him to re-evaluate his priorities between work and personal life. Does he take the career leap or risk stagnating? Unplanned Parenthood. Through a hookup or brief fling, Benji unexpectedly becomes a father. He’s entirely unprepared for this level of responsibility and commitment. Does he rise to the occasion and make radical life changes? Or does he run from fatherhood, repeating his intimacy issues? Inheritance Contingencies. When a wealthy relative passes away, they leave Benji a sizable inheritance - but only if he settles down and marries within a specified period of time. Benji has to decide if the money is worth sacrificing his bachelor lifestyle. This plot could also explore gold-digger romantic interests. Serial Relationship-Hopper. Benji downloads a hot new dating app and begins cycling through a series of comic romantic entanglements and misadventures, struggling with his fear of commitment each time things get too serious. Does he learn from these experiences?

I didn't want to go into the city. But I wanted an actual meal - human food. Eating raw animal food all the time can be a bore. At least when eating human food there are tons of options. Animal food depends on the species and what kind of animal you want to hunt.  So being hungry, I decided to shift to my human form. It wasn't too painful. But it did slightly hurt, like a small poke of a fork on your skin. Yes when I became human I was bare butt naked - nude. I never wore clothes unless I absolutely had too.Going into human society? It was like a culture shock to a foreigner. I was a foreign wolf shifter? Wouldn't that counted? Obviously not! But I tried my best. I walked on unstable feet, until I had the hang of it - short-of. It was like a baby learning to walk on undeveloped feet. I was the baby, learning to walk. A heavy sigh and I was walking - slightly better, at least I thought so. I leaned on a tree, to help steady myself. But the more I walked the better I got. After an hour? I was walking towards the city. I headed out of the woods to the city. It was packed. It was a city after-all. I stepped onto the street, melting into the crowd. Pushing and shoving against the oncoming traffic. I stepped around a woman with a stroller, moving into the street - honk - a car horn sounded as a car was going to pull up to the spot I had stepped onto. Rolling my eyes, I got back onto the street and continued on my way towards Bourbon Street. I stopped and looked around. Seeing Rousseau Restaurant, I made my way inside. I had some money on me, mostly what I could find on the streets. It was enough for me to get a sandwich and a small coke - I thought at least. Nothing fancy. Unfortunately. I swallowed a bit of build up saliva, brushed my brown hair out of my eyes and headed towards the door of the restaurant. Inside it was small, like a cafe sized restaurant. I noticed a few people seated and talking with one another. I walked up to the counter and ordered myself a sandwich and coffee. I never had coffee before, so I opted to try it out. Straight up black. I know gross right? Well, at least I tried it right? I paid for my stuff near a table with napkins and recicable trash cans. My name was called and grabbed it from the worker.I turned and debated whether I wanted to eat it there or go somewhere else. I decided to stay. I found a corner table. I sat down and began to eat and drink. I was almost done eating when a scent caught my attention - vampire. I wanted to attack, centuries of hunting and killing, but I was around humans, it was unacceptable behavior.I stayed seated and drank my coffee, wondering why the vampire was here. They didn't eat human food now? Did they? I didn't know anymore. Maybe they did? I sipped and watched the vampire as she moved.

A  Daughter's  Love"My mother did what she did. And I forgive her. Isn't that what you heroes preach? Forgiveness?"Alone in her family crypt, Regina stood in one of the many rooms, this one now intended for her mother, Cora. Now both her parents were gone and Regina had never felt so alone in the world. Henry wasn't here to stand beside Regina while she said her final goodbye to her mother. Tearfully she placed a rose upon the coffin. Oh, how she wanted to fling open the box and crawl inside and lay with her mother. She knew that was such a crazy thought but the realization that she was now gone forever was beginning to sink in. And no matter anyone's age they'd always want for their mother.So focused on her grief Regina hadn't heard the soft footsteps approaching but when she heard that voice her eyes lifted and looked toward the doorway. There stood the person who had done this, one of them. Yes, Regina could not harm Rumpelstiltskin but Snow White was another matter entirely."How dare you.." Regina nearly growled. "I am trying to lay my mother to rest." Snow stood in the doorway though she looked confused for a moment. ".. Why do you grieve for her? She.. was so awful to you. She killed Daniel.. she made you marry-" Regina cut Snow off instantly. "Yes! My mother was terrible! Not the sweet, fairytale mother you had! I am aware." Regina said bitterly looking back to the coffin, placing her hand on it."But she was mine. She was my mother. And.. she wasn't always that way. I do have good memories of her. Mostly when I was small." She said looking back to Snow White. "My mother did what she did. And I forgive her. Isn't that what you heroes preach? Forgiveness?" Regina asked."So you can forgive that monster? But not me?" Snow asked though backed up as Regina moved closer as though she might do something. Glaring at her for a few moments Regina only shook her head, more tears streaming down her face. She couldn't do this, not now, not yet. "Get. Out." She said waving her hand, using her magic to send Snow White away, back to her loft. Heaving a heavy sigh Regina moved back to the coffin before breaking down into sobs, placing her arms and head against the wooden box."So you can forgive that monster? But not me?" template credit.

Why the name choice? The name itself is a movie/broadcasted program that featured Sting, the main influence for Constantine's appearance. It deals with very triggering subjects so I don't suggest watching it before doing a bit of research. 'Treacle' is another name for molasses, a very sweet-tasting liquid( in about the same way honey is considered a liquid). Making it a perfect name for Constantine's profile as he's sweet as can be when drawing someone in, but often causes them to fall in some way. Will you write with me? Yes, I am interested in storylines but will first have you understand there is graphic content and a horror aspect when dealing with John due to his "work". Do you write romance? I guess, but it's never really forefront in anything and there's a high chance he'd be with more than one person. John is polyamorous. Do you write sexual content? No, it's a fade to black moment for me. Sometimes it might be hinted at, but nothing more. If I added you: I think our characters will interact in an interesting way. It is never with the express desire to ship/become LIs

SPRING CLEANING PLAYLISTLose My Breath - Stray KidsExes - Tate McRaePickup Man - HIXTAPE, Joe Diffie, Post MaloneDesperate Measures - Marianas TrenchHouse of Memories - Panic! At The DiscoAlone Together - Fall Out BoyAll I Want - A Day to RememberSneakers - Knox

this might be weird making a blog post about it but since i only have two people roleplaying with me,i'm looking for more roleplays with people. i'm interested in crime stories or psychological ones (and maybe some family related ones if i could find that...) nothing romantic please since i already have someone. thanks for the time to read this,i'm hoping to find some more people to roleplay with... always welcome to send a friendrequest.

Rebekah was hungry and left the compound early, walking through the crowd. She spotted her desired breakfast and followed him to a dark alleyway, where she fanged up and prepared to bite his artery. However, he yelled *NOW!*, confusing Rebekah, and a woman threw a bucket of vervain at her, causing her to scream and become momentarily blind. The man then staked her through the heart, but she did not turn to ash. The two hunters, who were also scientists, took her to their headquarters for further analysis. Later, Rebekah awoke in a barred room, fully healed, and smirked at the hunters who had forgotten to smother vervain on the bars and seemed to forget she was there because they were focused on the Data Rebekah didn't hesitate to take this as an opportunity She pulled the stake out of her heart and threw it at one of them, killing him. The woman was terrified and grabbed the nearest weapon to defend herself with, Rebekah had a devilish smirk her temper was just like her brothers Niklaus. She was still stuck in the confined room Rebekah said To the woman * let me out and I might let you live* the terrified woman still held the weapon up * never you can stay there you beast! * She yelled out  Rebekah with no hesitation pulled the metal bars apart with a small grunt using her vampire strength the woman was no expecting Rebekah would be able to escape with such ease Rebekah stepped closer to the frightened woman * you know I usually say us girls got to stick together however you make an exception to this! * Rebekah did not hesitate to lunge at her killing  her too and after that she burned the lab and the building down to the ground as she burned it of pettiness smirking as she h heard the screams in the distance coincidentally the building turned into a pile of ash instead of Rebekah.She tried her hardest not to look back at the results of her doing Rebekah walked past the red firetruck that sped down the street to put out the flames no longer hungry she left to put another dress on because in her eyes this white dress she had on was now ruined and knowing Rebekah well she needed to always look her best because she never what would happen next maybe it was for the better or for the worst to not know ahead of time she wasn't psychic after all the only time she knew ahead of time was either when she was scheming or when her brothers were up to something call I a curse or a blessing either way Rebekah was okay in the end the others not so much. Rebekah entered the place she called home one of her siblings was home because the fire  burned in the fireplace seeing this it triggered her she did not know until she saw the flames that she had a bit of PTSD from what had happened to her she dropped onto the couch and tears started to stream down her cheeks she was trying but she didn't know why she was so emotional it was not like she hadn't delt with hunters before or on that note killed before but she was still upset even though she tried not looking back. However Rebekah was just find at the end of it all.  https://youtu.be/aoP5NGLsWR0?si=DnQZX7bubU2YoVFO

first and foremost, this is a roleplay account for frank morrison from bhvr's dead by daylight game. i have been writing frank for over 3 years. i have mostly written him on tumblr and discord. my discord is on my profile, my discord is ooc. we can set up a server for ic things. so please be aware of that if you had me on there. i'm new on this site and the way to write and rp on here is something i am still learning so be patient with me. most of the my posts in my stream is ic. my tumblr is @firststa6 if you want to find actual writing. you can find it there and i am usually more active there than anywhere else. but i write frank across multiple platforms and discord included. A FRIENDLY NOTE AND REMINDER THAT MY DISCORD IS OPERATED VIA OOC. IF YOU ADD ME THERE IT IS NOT AN IC DISCORD FOR FRANK. I USE THE TUPPERBOX SYSTEM FOR FRANK AND SERVERS FOR IC THINGS INCLUDING BANTER AND WRITING. 

Nimble fingers dance across the ivory keys of a grand piano. A melodic tune fills the dark room with only the light of the moon present, enveloping the man in an ominous silhouette as the somber tune carries through the empty hallways and rooms. His hands move with elegance and precision, hitting every key and every note with a mix of emotional deliberation. Eyes closed, he concentrates on the tempo and placement of his fingers as his feet press down on the pedals, sustaining and dampening notes. He plays this piece he wrote for his lover during a moment of artistic clarity. A passion one could only compare to a fear of falling in love too quickly and too hard after suffering the burn and heartbreak from former lovers. Still, he plays, ignoring the swelling within his heart as his stomach ties itself in knots. Was it the music? Or was he experiencing a genuine emotion?Lloyd Hansen was a gifted pianist and spent his time playing original songs and well-known pieces from famous composers such as Mozart, Beethoven, and Debussy; as well as modern composers of the 21st century. The same hands used to wield weapons of destruction and end the lives of so many were the same hands used to create such an elaborate and visceral music piece. Powerful but gentle to the ears, the contractor plays with emotion rather than mechanics; his feelings for Colt are placed into every stroke, every note, and every lengthy pause of this original art. He called it:A Beautiful Distraction. created by creativian

Do you think we are lost?"Stop where?! We're literally in the middle of nowhere!"Lorraine was sure that Ed could sense her irritation, he didn't need clairvoyant abilities to feel that. Glancing between the road and Lorraine hesitantly Ed finally spoke. ".. Do you think we are lost?" He asked. Lorraine who was very much concentrating on the map in her arms just side-eyed Ed before turning her focus back toward the map. "Lost is an understatement, Ed. I fell asleep for less than half an hour and who knows where you have us now.."Ed heaved a quiet sigh, he felt guilty enough. He knew he should have been paying better attention to the road, to the directions to get home. But with Lorraine asleep, the music in the car playing, his mind had just wondered and now they were lost. "It's not that bad hon. We'll just.. stop somewhere... and ask for directions." He said reluctantly. Asking for directions wasn't something Ed normally liked to do but what choice did they have now?Glancing up from the map she looked around, out the car windows before looking to Ed. "Stop where? We're literally in the middle of nowhere!" Now, Lorraine was not one to be short-tempered, not one to shout. But the doll in the backseat was beginning to take its toll on her. It just emanated dark and icky energy. And it started to affect Lorraine's mood.Before Ed could respond the car began to shake and jerk, making all sorts of sounds before finally coming to a stop. The lights and electrical system, everything was flickering until it just died. Frowning Lorraine didn't dare turn around to look at the doll. She knew it was the one doing this, making her so moody, causing the tension between her and Ed, and now causing problems with the car."Ed.." Lorraine said calmly, trying not to get upset, not wanting to feed into the energy around them. "We need to fix the car and get home as soon as possible." She said looking to Ed, hoping he'd understand what she meant. "We need to get home, now.""We need to fix the car and get home as soon as possible." template credit.

  Like all things that grow and change Lorraine's gifts did the same. When she was a young girl, just between the ages of four and six. Lorraine could hear voices, sweet, heavenly, angelic voices. Of course, when she'd talk of these voices to her parents they worried for their daughter. An overactive imagination was one thing but to hear what they thought were audible hallucinations was another. Though after seeing a doctor Lorraine's parents were confident nothing was wrong with her, even if she did still hear these voices that she spoke of.Sometimes Lorraine's father would ask her if they spoke to her, and told her to do things. But young and innocent to any dangers Lorraine stated they only sang. They spoke no words but simply all harmonized together to make a beautiful sound. Given their religious background part of her father believed her, believed perhaps she was hearing something otherworldly that he just couldn't experience. Hearing these voices of course faded over time. As Lorraine grew, and her abilities developed more she heard the voices less and less until she didn't hear them at all. She still could see things, hear things, and sense things. But never again did she hear those voices. She thought, she assumed, that they were gone forever.So while working out in her gardens one day Lorraine was surprised to hear them again. They had completely taken the clairvoyant by surprise.Lorraine had just stepped into the small barn-like structure in the back of her home. She was coming inside to grab something she needed. Her mind was completely wiped blank when she heard those voices.The day was sunny, the barn warm, and just through an open window, the sun was shining through so perfectly. Looking up, spotting the sunlight that was when Lorraine heard them. She stared at the sunlight, listening in confusion for a moment before her confusion turned to awe, struck by the beautiful voices she had long since forgotten.Lorraine wasn't sure how long she had stood there just listening to these voices before she snapped from her trance, hearing Judy call after her. "Mom! Come on!!"Gasping a little Lorraine listened as the voices faded until they were gone. When she had been a child Lorraine had never been certain what the voice had been. Though now as an adult she could appreciate them much. She was tuning in hearing the voices of angels, dozens and dozens of angels.Smiling she moved to grab the bag of plotting soil she had come in for. Picking up the bag with a soft groan she looked toward the window again though heard nothing. She was grateful for the chance to hear these voices one last time."Coming dear.." Lorraine called back and left the barn, shutting the door behind her. Going back to Judy, where they were planting she watched her daughter and wondered.. had she ever heard the voices too?     template credit.  

Appalled wasn’t the word she felt. Down right sickened is what came to mind when she looked down at the carnage. “I told you, I don’t take well to threats…” The distorted voice sneered. “You threatened the natural order of things, things that have been put in motion long before you were born. But like all those that have been before you, you’ll fail…You’ll always fail.” Calista gasped and sputtered, trying to catch her breath and push away all the hands she felt on her. “GIVE HER SPACE.” God she had never enjoyed hearing his stern voice booming through the room as she did right in that moment. Free from prying hands, she caught her breath. Waving at she pushed up. “I’m fine…Thank you.” She did appreciate that they had been trying to help, but when a vision pulled her in. It was better to give Calista her space and regain her bearings. “You ok?” She nodded, taking a big sip of water. “I’m fine…Most of them are newbies and didn’t know. They thought they were being helpful…Don’t be too hard on them ok?”  Her nose scrunched up, the dull ache at the base of her skull. Warning her that a migraine was on its way. She popped her aids out, putting them in his hand. “I’m gonna go take some of those pain pills Buck gave me and lay down…Maybe catch it before it gets too bad.” She didn’t have to explain because he knew. “And I know, take my braids out before I go to bed…I know, don’t worry. I’ll take them out.” She gave him a soft smile, before waving at him.