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x1968 · 3 months
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𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑'𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛. 𝐴𝑠 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛. 𝐴𝑠 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑤, 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛. 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑, 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒..........................................
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[ X1968 ] — independent, selective, semi-private MAFIA / CRIME RP. canon turned original character DOMINO BOURDONE. nsfw. R18+. penned by h a n j i. 30+. germany. gmt+2. READ RULES HERE. manga, live action face claims available. F A N T A S Y based roleplay with influences from various shows and movies such as THE GODFATHER, SCARFACE, DOGS: BULLETS & CARNAGE, RESERVOIRE DOGS, THE KNICK & RIPPER STREET.
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very crossover friendly. studying, exploring and comprehending a life of crime, unwanted fame and notoriety, a secret second life in the closet and the heartwrenching longing to find true love. # domino tag / 70s / 80s
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𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝐼 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑔𝑒. 𝐼𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛. 𝐼𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑚. — EDGAR ALLAN POE
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muutos · 2 months
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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚆𝙸𝙳𝙾𝚆 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 ! as the black widow's bite can cause death. the black widow is easily recognized by her coal-black body, and red hourglass marking. she encases her victims with silk, and then kills with poison from her fangs. 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝐴𝐿𝐸 𝑆𝑃𝐼𝐷𝐸𝑅 𝐼𝑆 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑆𝐼𝐷𝐸𝑅𝐸𝐷 𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸 𝐷𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅𝑂𝑈𝑆.
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[ # muutos . canon &. original character multi - muse from ( multiple ) fandoms . written by morgan ]
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bookished · 6 months
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🦋 ( villain x hero starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips. tag me when you use any!
"They say you either die a hero or live to see yourself become the villain." "So what happened?" "I refused to die."
"You can still turn back from this path, Villain. There's always a choice." "Choices are for the weak, Hero. I've embraced my destiny."
"You underestimate me, hero. I've studied your every move." "And I've learned how to defeat you, Villain. It ends tonight."
"I see a glimmer of doubt in your eyes, Villain." "Doubt is for those who fear the unknown, hero. I fear nothing."
"You and I are two sides of the same coin, hero. One cannot exist without the other."
"You've chased me across the world, hero. But you can't catch what you can't see."
"You always had a weakness for compassion, hero. It's what will be your downfall."
"Goodness is overrated, hero. Power is all that matters."
"Justice is subjective, hero. I've redefined it to serve my purpose."
"You'll never understand the power I wield, hero."
"Join me, hero. Together, we could rule this world."
"You're a prisoner of your own darkness, Villain." "Darkness is freedom, hero. I've embraced it."
"Redemption is a fantasy, hero. I've chosen my path."
"Monsters are born, hero, and I was born to rule."
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xmortuarykittyx · 6 months
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Ever Unlocked
Part 7: Birthdays and… Balloons?
Part 6: As Does the Sun Shine
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pairing: Officer!Leon Kennedy x Coroner’s Assistant!Reader
warnings: mention of female and male anatomy, dark thoughts, again this is a slow burn book so Leon won’t be dark this early on and the smuttier parts will be more later on as their relationship starts to become more, i really want this to be played out as a book rather than just a few parts <3
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Coffee, now cold, sitting in the plastic cup on Leon's desk. He'd forced down about one third of it, before he couldn't withstand the bitterness. His eyes closed tight as he took his last sip, forcing the black coffee down his throat with a repressed gag. Was the illusion of fitting in really worth the vile taste that bit at his taste buds? His fingers placed the cup back down, a soft thud coming from the wooden desk as the paper cup met its surface. How did anyone drink this? His nose scrunched at the memory of the earthy flavor. A steamed bean that tasted as a strong as it smelt, nauseating. His eyes moved from his cubicle, looking to the other officers. Some were kicked back, black boots atop their desk as their arms folded behind their heads, chatting mindlessly about whatever thought slid across their mind. Leon hadn't truly gotten too close to most of his colleagues, yet. He did, however, like Lieutenant Branagh. The man was always so stern, but Leon found a way into his more kind moments. Weaseled his way into the Lieutenant's close circle of officers.
  His eyelids drooped, falling back to the pile of papers before him, feeling the overbearing weight of the files before him. He couldn't focus, his mind was already wavering from one thing to another and soon all the inked words looked like blurs. His fingers dug into his eyes, wiping away the imaginary film that blocked his pupils from distinguishing letter from letter. He pressed his lips together, his body ached for something, he wasn't sure what it wanted but he couldn't just sit here anymore. Standing up, his hand brushing down the blue material of his uniform shirt, straightening out the still, slightly, stiff fabric. He hadn't worn this one in as much as he had the others, it was still crisp. It was even a bit itchy as Leon bit back a groan.
  A mere stroll, he was simply trying to stretch his legs. The dull ache in his legs needed to be coaxed out as he passed by the same dark oak door. His eyes on the plaque that hung, face level, in front of him. 'Coroner's Office'. He'd been growing familiar with the office, the cold feeling it gave off as he heard shuffling on the other side of the door. He didn't want to seem clingy, despite his already near adhesive behavior towards her. He was like a piece of gum that didn't want to be scraped from her shoe. He clung to any piece of her his sticky mind could reach, be it a look here or there, an offer to take her to work or pick her up coffee, an uninvited trip to her apartment and a soft touch after his hand slammed a mug into the back of her head.
  He wondered if she remembered, did she know he was there and she was just too nervous to say anything? Surly not, he wondered if, without his direction, she already assumed it was a dream. If not, he'd slide in her comfort show, one that showed home invasions often, he had sat down to watch a few episodes after their talk that night, her little ramble about how she always came home on weekends and binged the seasons she'd seen already, far too many times. He liked to watch her ramble, going on about a detective who was brainy and wise, how much she thought the character was similar to him and then to if he ever wanted to go higher into the criminal justice system. He could listen to her prattle for ages and never become tired of hearing her voice. He was an addict for her, Leon never thought himself the kind to be over come by an addiction. He didn't smoke cigarettes and maybe sometimes he over indulged into the bottle on occasion, but to say he was addicted, that would mean he needed a substance. His substance was her.
  "You gonna day dream all day, Kennedy?", he heard a mellow voice from behind him, breaking his thoughts away from the girl just on the other side of the door. "You know, you still have reports to turn in.", Lieutenant Marvin Branagh, the African American man stood behind him as Leon tilted his head to look behind him. "Yes, Lieutenant. I was just stretching my legs before i finished them up, sir.", always the good boy, always the yes man. Leon made sure he gave respect where it was due and Branagh deserved respect for how well he treated the officers in RPD. "I'm just pulling your leg, you've got plenty of time.", the man laughed, placing his hand on his khaki clad hip. "I was looking for you. I wanted to invite you to my little girl's birthday. She's turning 5, I'm inviting the whole precinct.", Leon could see how much Marvin was excited for this birthday party. "The sun's shining for once and i think my little girl wants to have a pool party. Bring yourself and a plus one...", Branagh's eyes narrowed, a knowing smirk crossing his lips. "Maybe that little assistant girl?", Leon's cheeks lit up as his lips turned down. "Why would you assume-", he started to raise his hand to wave off what the Lieutenant suggested. "Don't act like you haven't brought her to work and taken her home the past two days. I know what you're doing, I was young once.", Marvin knew Leon was trying to charm the girl. "Bring her, it's tomorrow at 3pm. Bring a swimsuit and an appetite. My wife makes the best potato salad and i'm going to throw some meat onto the grill.", with that and another knowing look, Marvin walked away from the younger officer. "I better see her there.", he called over his shoulder, voice bounding off the walls and echoing. Leon winced, silently praying she hadn't heard the Lieutenant through the door.
 
"A birthday party, for Lieutenant Branagh's daughter?", she looked up at Leon, tapping a file onto her desk, her other hand holding a paper clip ready to slide it onto the papers once they fell into place. "I'd love to go with you.", her eyes crinkled as the corner of her mouth quirked up. A shocked breath fell from Leon's lips, it's not like he truly expected a no, but she hadn't been too familiar with the other officers. He knew she was shy and even a little anxious, she didn't even order for herself at the coffee place this morning. Leon noticed she was fidgeting and seemed a little more nervous than in the car and opted to order for her.
  "Maybe we can stop by and pick her up a gift and some balloons. I know i loved balloons when i was a kid.", she slid her chair back, placing the file into an open file cabinet, before pushing it closed and twisting the key to lock it back. Upon hearing his silence, she turned to look over her shoulder, "So, that's a no to balloons?", she asked, wondering if his lack of answer was due to the floating, helium filled rubber. "We'll definitely get balloons, so long as i don't have to fill them up.", his head was slightly tilted, giving him an extra air of innocence. "Ballons it is then.", she chuckled, looking at his slightly obvious stare. "You gonna blink any time soon?", she was bold, for once. Leaning onto her elbow as she slid her chair back to its respective spot.
 
   He didn't want to blink, not for a second as he watched her slide, the slight bump over the rolling mat that was placed under her desk made her breasts bounce slightly, causing his eyes to divert to the movement. Her breasts looked so soft, the shirt cut off the rest of his view. Her valley between her mounds tempted him to bury his head between them, pressing kisses to the flesh. Yeah... sorry-", he shook his head, eyes flickering up to the window, golden rays of sunshine bounced into the room. "It looks like a pretty day today, I hope it stays that way for tomorrow.", he cleared his throat, hand pulling at the collar of his shirt. "I'm sure it will.", she glanced over to where he was looking, small particles of dust flew through the rays of sunshine, causing a peaceful look to takeover the usually dark office.
"It's a pool party, did i mention that?", his voice broke the calm silence. Her eyes snapping up to him, her hands reaching for the next file. "No, but that sounds great.", great to her, he got to see her in a bathing suit and his dick nearly twitched to life at the thought. He got to see her in a, hopefully, sexy, yet modest bathing suit. Although, so did all the other officers who'd be there. That thought, in and of itself, made him sick. Who were they to look at what was his? He liked that she stayed away in the office, away from his coworkers, but what when other officers realized just how sweet and naive- pretty, she was? Would she like all that attention on her very womanly figure or would she be shy and try to cover herself up? "Yeah, sounds great to me too.", he hummed, his lips pushed together as he gazed back at the window.
  "I can pick you up for the party?", a few moments later, it seemed he was always the one to break the silence, but he had to hear her more. "Are you sure, Leon?", she squinted her eyes, he was always picking her up, it felt like she didn't even need a car anymore. "I'm sure, i've been to the Lieutenant's home before, i know the way and it saves you the chance of getting lost on the way. It's on the outskirts of Raccoon.", he moved back over, stepping to the side and sitting in the chair his butt has become so close with. The red upholstery welcomed his back like an old friend. "Only if you're sure.", she gave him a look of uncertainty; she felt bad he was always going out of his way to do things for her or come see her. "I can give you some gas money.", she had a soft twinkle in her eyes when she looked back up at him. His hand waved her off, dismissively, before she even finished the word 'gas'. "No, i'm offering to take you.", he really put some effort behind saying 'offering', "if you really want to pay me back for taking you... let me come by your place again. I really enjoyed our little tea party.", a smirk pulled at his lips, slightly teasing her about their first night together- their only night together that she was aware of.
  "How about-", she leaned over the desk; his eyes getting a clear shot down her shirt before he looked back up at those doe eyes of hers. "after that party, you and i go back to mine and we can have a movie night? We can order pizza in and maybe even get a few beers- if you drink that is.", she offered, leaning back in her chair as it squeaked with her weight. Leon's finger pressed to his clef chin, eyes dancing as he hummed. "Let me see...", he looked down at his watch, which had nothing to do with anything. "i've got a pretty busy schedule...", his tone was playful but muted. She couldn't help but laugh, even if she got turned down, his overtly dramatic show was just too cute. "but-", he lifted his finger, then pointed it at her. "I think I can make some time to spend with a pretty girl like you.", it was his turn to be bold. Her cheeks nearly felt like he'd struck a match near them, her eyes as wide as saucers as she stared at him. He called her a pretty girl, she thought he'd said it before it this time. With his very obvious flirting, it made her feel warm and tingly. "Well... I think we have a movie date-", the word date slipped her lips before she even registered the underlying intention to the word. Mentally, he was kicking his feet in joy, screaming that she was finally his, well... as much of his as a first date goes. He wanted to do it better, some place fancy and escort her to a nice restaurant, maybe take her to the botanical gardens but this would do. They'd have plenty of time for those nicer dates later. He'd be in her home once more, this time in a welcomed way.
 
  "Oh, Leon.",  she spoke up softly. "I had this really weird dream.", she shuffled, her hands going under her butt to keep her skirt down as she adjusted herself in the office chair. He could sense she was nervous to talk about this 'dream.' he had a feeling he knew what was coming next and he could feel his pulse start to quicken. "Oh, really? Do you want to tell me about it?", he leaned into her, his head now passing the edge of her desk. "Unless, of course, you're not comfortable. I just-", he was going to tell her that it's okay- "No, it was about you.", maybe, her inviting him to come back over had subconsciously struck a nerve in her. "You were in my kitchen and-", she bit back her next words, her lip pulled between her teeth. "It's so silly, i don't even know why i'm telling you.", she felt ashamed to have dreamt something like this and to tell him at that. She felt foolish. "It's okay.", his voice was calm, feigning ignorance as he knew what she was about to say and he could see the guilt she felt from thinking it was him, to which it was, but she didn't need to know that. Her hands played with her skirt seam as she looked up at him. "You were just there and i came home to you in my kitchen. You... grabbed me and it scared me, really bad.", she couldn't even look at him, her eyes zeroed in on a pencil holder.
  "I'd never hurt you, bunny.", there's that nickname, that nickname made from her naive, idiotic nature. To her it sounded so reassuring and kind, understanding even. To anyone who knew the boiling thoughts that rose to his mind at any slight moment, it sounded like a lie, a manipulation used to bring her comfort in a trying time that he, himself, had caused her. "I'd never, ever, hurt you, bunny.", his head tilted, almost like he was hurt that she would think such thing.
   Maybe, just maybe, he was too good at this. That pretty, sweet boy was a wolf in sheep clothing, comforting his prey. "I know.", she let out a sigh mixed with a scoff, "maybe i need to lay off that stupid crime show.", she let out a airy laugh, her eyes finally meeting his. "I trust you, Leon.", oh, what a mistake she had made, those words nearly knocked Leon into an orgasmic state of mind. She trusted him. How, she would come to regret that decision. Her trust lay in the open palm of a man who was slowly changing, his frontal lobe near a rework. He'd never been this way before, but his body was slowly cresting that thin line between love and obsession, that clarity and delusion.
  "You won't regret it, my sweet little bunny."
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delinqvent · 7 months
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𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑 𝐃. 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄 ( born Welsh ) ⸻ bounty hunter & gun for hire.
#delinqvent : "  they  always  ask ,  cas ,  how  ya  got  like  that  ?  i  guess  they  expect  some  touching  story ,  'bout  how  my  mother  left  an'  my  dad  turned  a  drinker , how  i  got  bullied  at  school  or  whatever  shit  drives  you  mad  as  a  kid . thing  is :  i'm  fine .  i  loved  my  parents ,  i'd  do  anything  for  my  brothers ,  their  lives  matter  to  me  —  mine  just  wasn't  enough . i'm  that  rich  kid  that  got  bored .  i'm  earning  my  own  shit and  you're  on  my  paycheck ,  pumpkin .  "
INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE FANDOMLESS OWN CHARACTER ⸻ heavily influenced by logan & john wick
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vxmpswxn · 8 months
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    ⠀ ⠀    ⠀  ‹⠀𓄿:⠀𝒾n the 𝓈hadows of dance and death, 𝓁aena morberg weaves her tale, a faint reflection of tragedies that dance 𝒾n the twilight, where art and agony converge 𝒾n an ethereal 𝒷allet of grace and darkness.
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⠀ ⠀IMPORTANT. hi, german is not my first ⠀ ⠀language but I try; low activity, 21+ only ⠀ ⠀selective ♡. wire: vxmpswxn. ⠀ ⠀_________________________________ ❞ ⠀ ⠀keep reading for info in english.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ─── 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀.
Complete name: Laena Indra Kennedy (née Morberg).
Short names: Lena, Miss Morberg, little bird (just for Rajko), kitty (just for Cailan) & Ms. Kennedy.
Species: Human.
Age: 22 years.
Born: June 16.
Nationality: Swedish.
Parents: Diederik Morberg & Sasha Dupond ( † ).
Relationship: Married to @american-satan
Eyes: Gray blue.
Hair: Long, straight and black.
Physical characeristic: Has a scar on each wrist from a suicide attempt at age fourteen.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ─── 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓.
ᅠ◗ᅠCurrent occupation: Ballet dancer and student of fine arts. Works part-time restoring tombstones in a cemetery.
ᅠ◗ᅠInterests: History (specially the norse & slavic culture), ballet, art in general (paint, writting, dance, orchestras, etc.), witchcraft & rituals, alcohol (specially wine), criminal documentations and old books.
ᅠ◗ᅠLikes: Sundays. Smell of coffee in the morning. Evenings. Children. Piano. Painting. Noise of the city. Fire. Sweet wine. Anatomy books. Dancing. Order. Candles. Sweet things. Caresses in the hair. Cemeteries. Her boyfriend.
ᅠ◗ᅠDislikes: Illuminated places. Mornings. Sleep. Gaudy colors. Storms. People who are too cheerful. Funerals. Dirt. Physical contact without her permission. Lies. Loud noises. Shadows. Cold food. High temperatures. Her birthday.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ─── 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀.
ᅠ›ᅠLaena keeps a secret diary where she pens down her most intimate thoughts and reflections. She often carries it with her while working on gravestone restoration in the cemetery.
ᅠ›ᅠHer mother died when she was born and, since then, has always felt guilty about it. As grows, the physical likeness becomes more pronounced, causing discomfort and further distancing from her father.
ᅠ›ᅠIn her adolescence, Laena silently suffered at the hands of her ex-boyfriend, Aksel. This dark chapter in her life plunged her into the depths of drugs and abuse. Her brother, Rajko, acted as her secret defender, liberating Laena from torment by eliminating the source of her suffering, though this heroic act remains buried in the shadows.
ᅠ›ᅠEvery time prepares for a ballet performance, she engages in a peculiar ritual: placing a small flower on the lapel of her costume as a silent tribute to her mother. It's a private gesture that allows her to feel the connection between her art and her maternal legacy.
ᅠ›ᅠWhen comes into contact with the shadows of death, she not only perceives their presence but also gains fleeting visions of how and when someone will meet their end. This additional burden of knowledge has led her to carry the weight of others' secrets, often grappling with the morality of interfering in the destinies of others.
ᅠ›ᅠFrom a young age, no one ever believed in Lena's abilities. Consequently, throughout her life, she has been subjected to a series of psychiatrists, all attempting to silence her gift with medication. Rather than calming her torment, these pills plunged her into a haze of disconnection and despair.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Greetings spiders! ⠀⠀⠀Stay hydrated & be respectful
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consumare · 8 months
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THE CORRUPTION BEGINS WITH THE MOUTH, THE TONGUE, THE WANTING - THE FIRST POEM IN THE WORLD IS: I WANT TO EAT. independent, selective, and mutually exclusive, & mixed canon. primarily series & silence of the lambs based, with headcanon influence, & very little taken from the books by thomas harris. THEMES OF: blood, gore, cannibalism, murder / mass murder, & more are present. follow at your OWN RISK.
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misfittcd · 3 months
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If you define yourself by the power to take life, the desire to dominate, to possess...then you have nothing.
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doyl1st · 2 months
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An indie roleplay blog for one Doctor Isaac Doyle, a fandomless crime-based OC. Isaac is a (mostly) reformed criminal mastermind, now working as an investigative consultant. He's the smartest man on Earth, but with the impulse control and emotional regulation of an ill-behaved chihuahua. Written by Jay. He/Him. 27. 10+ years of experience.
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ofwealthandtaste · 4 months
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DO YOU WANT HIM . OR DO YOU WANT ME .
CAUSE I WANT YOU !
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chaoticjoke · 8 months
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— Why so serious? Still hiring! ;) 🃏
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soulshriek · 26 days
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independent roleplay blog for DANTE SANTIAGO
from the crucible of adversity, he emerges as a solitary figure, his path forged in the fires of chaos and redemption. once a soldier haunted by the horrors of war, now a wanderer seeking solace in the ink of his tattoos. from the depths of darkness to the heights of defiance, his story is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit.
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strifesource · 9 months
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  ༺ welcome to 𝒇𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧. ༻
the classic stories you're familiar with always end with a "happily ever after" however, living in FABLETOWN doesn't guarantee the same favorable outcome. instead they are confronted by an unrelenting and malevolent force known solely as THE ADVERSARY. the force is responsible for the expulsion of numerous fables from their respective homelands ( fairytale stories ) to modern day, NEW YORK CITY. the banished fables find solace within a covert community hidden away from the ordinary humans ( endearingly referred to as "mundies" ) known as fabletown.
far, far away from the stories they've been plucked from, the fables must grapple with the challenges of survival amidst MUNDIES. the streets of fabletown stand in stark contrast to the idyllic narratives from which they were plucked, with opulent castles giving way to dilapidated apartment complexes, and the once cherished notion of a happily-ever-after reduced to a forlorn and unattainable aspiration
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you know what they say: the only easy day was 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝒅𝒂𝒚.
✦ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 for a limited run discord roleplay based on the comic book series FABLES and the videogame THE WOLF AMONG US. the premise of our roleplay will follow the citizens of fabletown and how they adapt from their fairytale origins to modern day NEW YORK CITY. to keep the group engaging the plot will be explored in numerous acts. our FIRST ACT follows the death of a seedy strip club owner and the shocking disappearance of a beloved member of the fabletown community.
𝐚𝐜𝐭𝒐𝒏𝒆: why, elise ?
our tale begins with act one: a harrowing murder; the unfortunate victim is none other than GEORGIE PORGIE , the proprietor of the notorious PUDDING & PIE STRIP CLUB. with the local authorities summoned they were confronted by a gruesomely mutilated body, and as the investigation unfolded, a startling revelation came to light—georgie was entangled in the treacherous web of the criminal underworld, enmeshed in illicit affairs. it is suspected that his untimely demise may be interconnected with these nefarious activities.
disturbing as it may be, the demise of georgie porgie pales in comparison within the vast tapestry of fabletown. a far cry from an esteemed member of the community, georgie’s absence won’t be missed. however, with each passing moment, it becomes evident that his death is a single puzzle piece in a much grander and ominous crime—one that will reverberate through the very core of fabletown. this enigma unravels in the form of ELISE WAGNER, a twenty-year-old newlywed whose sudden disappearance presents a haunting query: where is elise, and what sinister motives lie behind her selection as a target?
this group will undoubtedly deal with MATURE THEMES. for that reason this group is for muns 8teen+ and characters twenty5+. all other information concerning what to expect from this group is listed below.
[ QUESTION ] is it required to know the source material prior to joining?
you do not have to be familiar with the source material to join, but all characters in play must be based on a classic fairytale or fable ( ex. the little mermaid or little red riding hood ). because of this, all characters already know each other.
if you are familiar with the series you can play canon characters ( ex. bigby wolf, ruby red ). but their storylines and connections in the series/game are not canon in this group.
[ QUESTION ] how can i be involved in the plot and what will make the plot constantly engaging?
you will be provided short dossiers on elise wagner, her husband hans wagner, and any other character who becomes involved in the mystery.
your character has the option of joining city council, the team that is investigating the crime, and the criminal organizations being investigated. there's also numerous locations in the group that your character can own and operate.
as mentioned in the summary, the plot will be divided in acts. they will serve as plot drops and it will happen as regularly as possible.
[ QUESTION ] what will challenge my character?
majority of the characters live in the woodland luxury apartment complex. it's far from "luxury", the apartments are depilating and are not well-maintained. however there are other living options that may cause distress between the characters and how well the are "fitting in" in the human world.
unlike the source material, glamour is not a spell but a magical drug that can be purchased. glamour is used to chance the appearance of the user. fables who cannot pass as human are required to use it. fables who refuse to take glamour or cannot afford it are arrested and taken to the farm.
[ QUESTION ] what will the discord be like?
for optimal organization, we will have 3 servers: ooc, quick chats, and long threads. there's no word count expectation, so if you prefer to do chats over threads ( or vice versa ) it doesn't matter.
the activity limit won't be so lenient but reasonable.
you don't have to be an expert in discord roleplay to join. i'm still learning the ropes myself so it will be a learning experience for us all.
keep in mind, this is just an interest check. if it doesn't receive at least fifteen to twenty unique notes then it will not come into fruition.
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bookished · 1 year
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( a collection of sentence starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛
“You call yourself hero, but you are a shadow of what you were. I called you family… yet your pride and lust for glory overshadowed your morality and virtue. Now you call me enemy with no other reason than that I stood in your way. So come on, hero! Finish your path to the throne!”
"You haven't even listened to my side of the story yet. Shall I tell you, hm?"
“Since you hate heroes... i'll become the one you’ll hate the most.”
“One more dance?” “One last dance.”
“Ah. How fun to be a liar.” “I guess that makes two of us.”
“But, why not use that power to do good?” “My dear. To do good in a world that thrives on being bad would be a terrible waste.”
“What are you doing here?” “Thought I’d join the most alluring lady in the room for a dance.” “You tried to kill me!” “Please. I’d do no such thing.” “Really? Then, care to explain when you-” His left hand had found the small of her back, just low enough to make her breath hitch and any accusations towards him die in her throat. Silence. “Hm?” He was smirking.
“You see those guards stationed at the gate? They’ve been ordered to not let you leave this room alive. I thought we’d change that.”
“In my right breast pocket is a dagger. You will take it and use it on the guard. Do you understand me?”
“I will kill every single person in this ballroom while letting your father watch, and then I’ll kill him too. No one will ever hurt you.” A pause. “Ever.”
“I always thought this dress would look better in red. Bloody red.”
“She might be mad at me for the rest of her life, but at the end of the day, I'd be the one to keep her alive.”
“To breathe or die, dance and fight, these are the concepts that run with love and war.” “Are you always this poetic?” “Not always. Only when I’m trying to woo you, my dear.”
“Was this just a ploy for me to fall for you?” “Is it working?”
“You died.” “Oh, I missed you too.”
“We shouldn't be doing this.” “Yet here we are, doing this.” “But it's not right...” “Yet you're enjoying it.”
“You know the expression, right?” “A date with destiny...” “A dance with death.”
“I’m so glad that the lack of invitation didn’t deter you from attending. What drew you to it? The opportunity of spilling blood? The publicity of assassinating the king at the most public ball of the year? Or was it to have a fair little chat with the guards?” “What do you deduce, princess? From the scene before you? Would you still say that I am the villain?”
Your old friend turned enemy joins you in a dance after recognizing you, saying, “you have always liked red.”
“Remind me again, my love; which one of us do they believe is the hero and which is the villain?” “I’m afraid I’m not quite sure, dearest. The veil between those worlds grows thinner as we grow closer. Just hold me for this one last dance and promise me that when it’s all over that you’ll never forget the way we felt in each other’s arms…”
“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he breathed against her skin. He twirled the knife in his hand and pressed it to her pulse. She did not beg him to stop or scream at his betrayal.
“My sweet, I do not want to destroy the world. I merely want you to stop wasting such a beautiful mind, body and soul trying to save it.”
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artmadc · 3 months
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 [ i prefer to die like this ]   ──   Andrés de Fonollosa / Berlin.  a  thief  canon  character  from  money  heist  that  can  be  adapted  to  many  other fandoms  ,  very  croos-over  and  oc  friendly  ,  written  by  leah , one of muse of a multimuse blog  ;  exploring  the  themes  of  found  family  ,  the  weight  of  love  ,  impending  death  ,  the  grey  line  between  good  and  bad  ,  rebellion  against  the  system  ,  family  betrayal  and  the  cost  of  heists  .
tw : fictional terminal illness , description of heists
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solarisgod · 5 months
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     AND I WILL NEVER LET THE WORLD BURN ME AGAIN        AS FOREVER LOVED BY THE CHIMERA CLUSTER
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