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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 or come write with me on discord or in comments. we can use the messaging system for ooc plotting and/or nsfw writing, which i am okay with 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.    

Writers Note: This piece will have triggering themes. Calista did not live a good life. Please read at your own discretion.         Dear little Calista,   I’d like to say that you finally got the life and family you always wanted. In a way you did, you’ll meet the Avengers…A group of people that not only understand you but also take you in under their wings and love you for who you are, not what they made you to be. You’ll learn how to be your own person, you’ll fall in love…You’ll have two of the best friends that you would die for. (SPOILER ALERT.) Anyways, always spend time with Mama…We only get a short time with her so make it the best you can given the situation.   The world, our father…The Clave will be cruel to you, but it makes you a stronger person. Just go with it, you’ll know when to break free from them. Looking back, we’ve come so far. There’s going to be a lot of bumps. A lot of being knocked down. Get back up and tell them they hit like a bitch. Don’t let the punches hardened your heart to much though. You’ll understand when you’re older.   You’re stronger than you realize…You’re stronger than they realize, and later on it will scare them…Just always remember…There is no victory without sacrifice.   The /gift/? Is a curse…And don’t always trust what you see…And if you see something you don’t like. Change it, be a positive light in the world. Be everything they don’t want you to be. Love, and love often. Enjoying the little things…I know the harsh reality is you won’t be able to do any of that…But trust me when I say, you’ll have a family…They will find you…They will help you find your own way.   Just always remember to let that light shine…There is light within your darkness. You’ll find the ones that embrace both. You’ll find an anchor, you’ll find peace…I wish I could tell you more, but then that would change our fate…And I’d live a hundred lifetimes to be where we are right now.   Just remember one thing. They can break your heart, they can break your spirit but they will never break your soul. Give em hell.    

The Silent Oracle….   Oracle meaning: A priest or priestess acting as a medium through whom advice or prophecy was sought from the gods in classical antiquity.  Oracles are as old as time itself, known throughout history as the fates. Or simply the Oracle. Calista is one of the last remaining true Oracles. Given the code name The Silent Oracle because of an accident that caused her to loose her hearing in both ears. Rendering her /Silent/ She relied on sign language to communicate until Tony Stark developed a pair of cochlear implants that allowed her to hear again, thus having a reason to use her voice again. She is believed to be a mutant, and that any Oracle before her was the same. Her mother’s lineage can be traced back to the Oracle of Delphi, a strong indicator of how and why Calista is so powerful.  A draw back to having such a gift…Insane and massive migraines if her visions last for more than a few seconds. The last time she truly went under…She was out of commission for a week, nursing a migraine along with not being able to eat and barely drink…She usually hangs back on missions due to her hearing impairment, but when she is out in the field she has proven herself to be a worthy asset. Skilled in closed quarters combat, an expert Marksman and very adept with knives.  Any shift in one’s future can shift Calistas visions…Right before the snap happened, Calista could be seen dropping to her knees with her hands covering her ears. The Silent screams deafened her entire world. She could feel the agony of those closest to her affected by the blip. For months on end during the five years of the blip…Calista drank, and smoked weed to dull her mind. Metaphorically blinding herself from the power of sight.  When asked why she couldn’t see the events with the mad titan Thanos…She simply answered…”I only see what the fates allow me to see.” Which was her smart ass answer to the Avengers and Doctor Strange messing with the flow of time to much. Calista can’t see…Everything…She’ll get glimpses every now and then…Full blown visions only happen with those she is closet to. Calista is seen as a Bubbly, friendly and outgoing person…But that’s only on the outside, she uses her brand of humor and antics as a defense against the trauma she’s suffered throughout the years at the hands of her own father. Calistas past is covered in blood, innocent and the guilty….Living with that guilt every day. She struggles…She strives to be halfway normal. To feel something other than pain and distraught.            

The Meaning of Familywww.roleplayer.me/1959615 Benji took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell of his childhood home. He could already smell his mother's homemade tamales wafting from the kitchen. As the door swung open, Isabela enveloped him in a tight hug. "¡Mijo! You're finally here," she exclaimed, kissing both his cheeks. "Your father is in the backyard." Benji smiled, soaking in the familiar warmth and comfort of his mother's embrace. She ushered him inside, chattering away about her latest gardening projects. As Benji stepped into the living room, he was instantly transported back in time. The worn sofa, the antique curio cabinet, the faded family photos covering the walls - it was all exactly as he remembered. A pang of nostalgia tugged at his heart. "Papi, look who's here!" Isabela called out. Javier appeared from the kitchen, a relieved grin spreading across his weathered face. "Benjamín, it's about time. We were beginning to think you forgot about your poor old parents." Benji hugged his father tightly. "You know I could never forget about you two." Javier patted his back firmly. "We just miss you, son. It's too quiet around here without you driving your mother and me loco." They settled at the dining room table, exchanging the usual banter and catching up on each other's lives. Isabela constantly refilled Benji's plate, convinced he was wasting away as a soltero in the city. After lunch, Benji wandered into the backyard, memories flooding back with every step. He could almost hear the echoes of his childhood laughter mingling with the splashes from the pool. Javier soon joined him, two cool cervezas in hand. "You seemed a little distracted today, mijo," Javier said, handing Benji a bottle. "What's on your mind?" Benji let out a heavy sigh, gazing up at the cloudless sky. "I...I broke up with Sofia a few months ago." Javier's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Sofia? But she was such a nice girl. We really liked her." "I know, Papi. And I really did care about her," Benji admitted. "But eventually, the same old issues just...resurfaced." Javier shook his head knowingly. "This commitment problem of yours..." "I'm 30 years old and still can't seem to make it work long-term," Benji lamented. "Maybe I'm just not cut out for that kind of life." Placing a comforting hand on Benji's shoulder, Javier spoke slowly and deliberately. "You are a grown man who will need to decide what he wants out of life. But let me tell you, mijo - having a family, a true partner to go through life with - it's one of the most meaningful gifts this world has to offer." Benji felt a lump form in his throat as his father's words sank in. He knew his parents only wanted happiness and fulfillment for him. As Javier pulled him into a paternal embrace, Benji hoped he wouldn't run from love forever. ..   template credit.

It had taken Barry years of his life to overcome what he had seen when he was just a boy, knowing that the man who killed her was still out there. Taken from him way too young had caused him to focus on how he would go about finding this killer, and bring him to justice so that Henry Allen would be freed from a long overdue wrongful imprisonment; The flats of Barry's polished brown shoes rustled through the fresh cut grass of the cemetery, a gather of flowers in hand, and the youth was dressed in a black suit with a blue tie to make it less depressing then it already was. The skies were clear with the sun shining bright upon the tombstone of Nora Allen, touching the soil from which she rested to keep the area peaceful. Barry slowly approached and lowered himself down to a single knee, his face lowered to where a few drops had fallen from his glassy blue eyes and pelted against the soil of the grave. His hand reaches out to rest upon the gradually warming stone in front of him. The flowers he brought were an assortment of his mothers favorite flower, the daisy. Pink, yellow, red, and orange."Mom..I'm okay..I want you to know that, I'm okay. Its hard without you or dad..You were the best mother that I could have ever hoped for, and I wish...I could see you one last time." The lad for all of his bravado was still just a boy grieving for his mother, his heart ached, eyes puffy and red with the tears that wouldn't stop for the love he had for his mom. For a moment he thought he felt the weight of someone on him, the small reassurance of letting him know that he wasn't alone. It was a painful day for Barry Allen to visit someone who deserved to be alive today, but even after all of these years it never got any easier. He usually hid his emotions through how playful he was with the rest of the Justice League, they didn't need to know everything after all. "I love you, Mom..and I miss you so much.." He said, his eyelids squinted tightly, as he slowly lifted himself up, and kept his head down to mourn her. There it was again the smallest touch against the young heros cheek, nothing was there, and yet somehow he knew that he wasn't alone. Not terrified, only acceptance and the smallest bit of comfort - the kind that only a mother could give.

  To say that the interior of the new bank downtown was large enough to fit an entire circus into would have been the understatement of the year, from what he could tell there were at least 4 floors of employees taking care of each banking account across the city, and that was one of the reasons why Barry had visited. It was shortly after his birthday where he received a check for two hundred dollars. Every penny counted, and this would be going right into his bank account. The flats of his black Converse shoes danced a little while he was in line, his mind now powered by the speed force had been moving a million miles a minute. His fingers stuffed into the pockets of his red zipped hoodie, the center-parted to unveil the plain gray shirt beneath. His jeans were fitted pair, faded blue, and cuffed around the the tops of shoes. Barry's blonde hair had been neatly trimmed to give him a neater presentation for the line of work he was in. The golden speed force ring on his left hand shined flawlessly beneath the overhead lights.'Hey sonny'Barry slowly turned around to see the guard standing over him, well over six feet tall. 'Cashing the big one today?' The question kinda came out of the blue, but Barry shrugged his shoulders slightly. 'Yeah, it was for my birthday last week.' Barry said with a nod, and then it hit him. Knowing that he would lose his place in, but also he knew he couldn't quite hold it in. He wasn't working today, so he just made his way over toward the bathroom in a normal fashion. His fingers latched on the handle, and slowly pulled it open; Thereupon that moment automatic fire filled the interior of the hall, along with screams, and orders to stand still. He dashed at an inhuman speed over toward the door to slowly crack it open and then saw all of the civilians who were standing in line before had been flat on their faces while six clown-masked goons aiming their rifles at everyone, and then there were one who came running over toward the bathroom to no doubt flush out any stragglers. Barry felt the power of the speed force illuminating from his ring, and then he reached down to press the button on the top and time had slowed down to where a bright light had illuminated from the ring in hand. His fingers formed into a fist as a warm smile formed upon his lips, several red shards emerged from the light and surrounded the body of the youthful speedster.Citrus lightning zapped to different parts of his body, as the red plates slowly molded to the shapes of limbs, outlining each athletically built limb, gold plating had encased his lower legs down to his feet, each plate outlining with a bright citrus hue where it had set to protect the speedster. The citrus lightning bolt on the front of his armor illuminated brightly; the door had opened to unveil the crook with the rifle. "Hi!" Barry's eyes illuminated with a bright citrus light, as the speedster dashed toward him so fast that time all around him had slowed down for the Flash. Scarlet red left in his wake as his fingers detached several bolts and screws that held the firearm together. The weapon slowly coming apart in hand, as he dashed toward one of the goons where he moved his hand at an insane speed over the gun causing the firearm to shatter in hand. He reached down to grip the elastic strap of his underpants and lifted it over his head, and bolted over toward the next crook where he pushed him so hard that he slowly lifted off of his feet, and went flying toward his comrade.Barry had a moment while the thug's head had been turned to where his buddy had opened the bathroom door. He dashed over toward him with orange lightning snapping and popping from his armor, and then he hit the magazine eject on the side of his firearm and then pulled the slide back to eject the round that was still in the chamber. The last one was still in the vault clearing out the money, and to him he hopped over the counter and over toward him to where he could eject the shells from his shotgun, one, two, three, four, five plus one in the tube. He tossed a bunch of money around his feet, and then they all went back to real-time. The thug turning with the shotgun in hand, took aim and squeezed to only hear a hollowed click. 'You sonuva!' He stepped forward, and slipped on the that was in front of him. The hard fall knocked him unconscious. The thug he pushed earlier had crashed into his body and went sliding across the floor. The security guard watched as the two remaining thugs' weapons had fallen apart in their hands, and then the other on the floor had lifted to keep the criminals pinned to the floor. Barry himself had bolted back out to the floor in a gust of wind, citrus lighting popping from his velocity armor, as he appeared before the civilians rising to greet the red speedster. 'smile Barry, it's part of the job..' A warm toothy grin formed on his youthful tiers, as he lifted up a thumb to them.

OOC DRAMA = YEETTHOTS = YEETBANTER WHORE // FxCK DISCUSSIONSSH*TPOSTER - DEAL WITH IT  here 4 a good time, not a long time (c) made by creativian

Rebekah had shut her emotions off not because her love life had been a pile of trash don't be silly she couldn't really care about that now but she was still heart broken when she found about both Niklaus and Elijah had stabbed themselves with the white oak stake that was very hard for her why were her brothers so foolish even In the end! She hated that she cried so much the feeling of heartbreak was hard for her especially this time she wanted it to stop she was still in disbelief so she did the only thing she could think of she turned it off completely and left New Orleans and she did not look back! Rebekah ended up in Los Vegas It was a late night when she arrived to the city she remembered she had been to vagas once before with Nik this was right before he daggered her and left her in a coffin for 50+ years shaking her head trying to forget everything her heals clinked on the floor as she walked into  the  busy casino in a red dress all fancied up as she had her emotions off she really did not care about anything nor anyone for that matter   Rebekah usually never did this kind stuff gamble that day she was feeling no she was not feeling anything however she did decide to do a little gambling and maybe have some fun .Rebekah hummed some of the song that played on the radio some led zeppelin (Kashmir) tapping her chip as she was playing she  looking around the place. Rebekah placed her bet down but however she noticed real quick that the man who was dealing the cards as he shuffled them that he nodded to another player who gave a signal the the person as  she put the coin down to make a bet she lost when the card dealer put the last card on the table. the  guy who the dealer pushed all the coins over to the man in the black tux when the award was pushed over Rebekah was not going to allow the cheater to get away with it  with no hesitation stabbed the coins with a large dagger that she carries even though she really didn't not need such a thing she did anyways without looking at the man taking a long swig of her glass of achohal and said without even looking in the direction of the man *now now I couldn't help but notice that you cheated * the man's body guards walked over seeing the potential threat the man with a thick Italian accent waved away the guards away with a laugh thinking she was not a threat at all  but that was a mistake the dealer looked scared more so for Rebekah's sake knowing the man was a very dangerous man he was  other then a Don in the Mafia and he was well known as to be a ruthless murder but they didn't know anything about Rebekah yet the man stood up and looked at down at Rebekah and smirked * you see the camera's when you walked in sweetheart  I never cheat * he winked at her because of course he was trying to flirt with her Rebekah rolled his eyes * does it look like I give a sh*t * Rebekah said as she took a sip of her drink the man scoffed and said pulling out his gun he pressed it on Rebekah's  temple things had escalated quickly * you really should * he said to to Rebekah. Rebekah didn't flinch like others would she heard him ready to click it when Rebekah jumped up and within a second she grabbed the  gun she snapped it  into two pieces and grabbed the Mafia boss by the neck when the body guards realized  their boss was in danger . They pulled their guns out and  started to shoot and they didn't care who got shot as long as they got the boss into safety Rebekah didn't hesitate to snap the Mafia bosses neck she then dropped the body and stopped closer to the men Rebekah charged at the Mafia members she charged at them and and ripped our their hearts when Rebekah had no humanity she was viscous a real b*tch as well! blood all over her especially Rebekah's hands but it wasn't her blood she remarkably had no bullets in her she stepped over all the bodies she had left the three she picked up a chip but slid the rest to the scared as frozen dealer she smiled at  devilishly with obvious no who had been the closest to what * take a good vacation with these * Rebekah gave him practically it all but one chip that one she stuffed into her pocket Rebekah said * remember not to cheat * she said as she walked out  when Rebekah left the building without ever looking back from that moment and never cared to do  all things considered she had no emotions what so ever .