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Vic is Forever & Happily Taken and Forever in Love with Johnny Faust | Devil Charm, If requesting me in hoping of Doing a Multi Love Interest Storyline Involving Vic Piss the f*** off it's never happening. Vic is Loyal to Johnny and Only Him. Respect is Earned, Not Freely Given, Demand Respect given though I've never spoken to you from another page of mine piss right the f*** off. Point Of View in Writing: Third Person, Writing in First Person is annoying to me for what is so damn hard of typing He, She, They, Them? If you can't write in Third Person then piss off and run along and let the door hit you on the way out.Verse & Crossovers: American Satan and Paradise City as base verses, Crossover Wise Teen Wolf  Show and Movie, Shadow Hunters Show and Movie, and Stranger Things Seasons 1 to 4. Starters: I will send a few though I won't be sending one out everytime to everyone.Replies: I will work on replies when i can think of how to respond to them of knowing of interest with writing partner, Don't rush me otherwise you will be given the boot off friends list. I have more then one page, I have two irl furbabies, I game on my PS4 along with on PC of Sims 4, if you demand to be responded within a week piss off I will not deal with impatient people.Where I write: At times Status, Though Mostly Comments and Messages because like some I know what i have responded to and what i haven't responded to yet, I will not write in forums if I don't know and never written with the admin of the forum, Not Sorry. The only times that i will write or join in a forum is if i know trust the admin of the Forum. 

BIRTH NAME: Maksim JovonovichNAME USED: Ethan Swayer / Ethan WickAGE: 21yrDOB: November 15thSIGN: ScorpioJOB: Bar OwnerOTHER JOB: GunsmithTITLE: Manhattan's GunsmithSEX: MaleSEXUALITY: BisexualPOSITION: BottomRACE: HumanNATIONALITY: Russian/AmericanEYES: HazelHAIR: BlackHEIGHT: 5'9"BODY: Athletic. Lean/Slender Build. Lite Tan Skin. Note: Under construction  

Rules of Marvel Girl1. I have a life outside of rp and try to keep my writing partners informed.2. I love banter in streams .3. I value my connections and hope to make a lot of them through my writing as Jean4. As for romantic connections, I will mingle and have fun. AKA Multi LI unless something changes.5.  Don't assume we are together if the characters are together somewhere6. I play her in any verse, but my main verse is X-Men '97 with some AU to give me agencey to play my own person. I am          embracing the Phoenix inside of her and not reconciled with Scott. 7. And just have fun. 8.You don't have to sign these, but if you want to, sign with the verse you want to rp with me in.

Lucifer was buttoning up his shirt he was upset in his apartment he had just been with someone or someone's he didn't catch the name of them he just did what they truly desired and that was sex obviously.As he slid his jacket on and fixed his hair some making sure he was clean and nothing was showing of course he then pressed the elevator button as he waited for it to come up he smirked at the ladies that was getting out of his bed * consider the drinks on me tonight ladies * he winked over to them hearing the chime when the door opened he stepped back into it and pressed the other button to go down as he got closer he heard the thumping music as the door opened he smiled and walked over to one of his workers that carried over a drink he grabbed it and took a sip before eyeing the crowd of people seeing familiar and unfamiliar faces  He had tried to hide the hickey that one of them left on him he was also considering burning it off but he didn't want to waste his energy on such a little thing it would go away eventually . Lucifer nodded again with a soft smile . He smelt fantastic he was wearing something called Gravité better known as Seduction in a Bottle. Walking over to the bar he turned to face the crowd he leaned against the bar  and sat the empty glass down as he did so the bartender also worked on Lucifer's next drink he knew it by heart.  Lucifer smiled watching everyone having a fantastic time in Lux which made him happy to see. 

Rule # 1: Respect - Golden rule ' Treat others like you would like to be treated.'" If your on my page respect me and my muse. Any sign of bashing or rudeness, will be an instant block.Rule Number 2: Messages - They are for talking ooc only! This includes plotting.Rule # 3: Group Forums - This is where the writing happens. No ifs or buts about it! I will be using this where my stories. are written.Rule # 4: POV - I will be writing in the first-person, present tense, past for past events.Rule # 5: Activity - I expect people to reach out to me in two weeks. If I don't hear from you in two weeks your gone. I do a biweekly activity checks, if you haven't said anything to me in messages then your gone. I have zero tolerance for mutes and friend collectors. So either write to me or you will find yourself gone. Need more time, then f***ing tell me in messages.Rule # 6: Owes & Dues - This is where my Thread Tracker., will be kept so all my stories are easily organized.Rules # 7: Mains & Connections -These are my Besties., the ones who are there for me!

Basics. Name: Kalina Atanas Morozova.Birthday: December, 24th, 2007.Age: 16 years old.Parents: Elena Mikhail and Stefan Morozova.Species: Doberman Pincher shapeshifter.BiographyMy name is Kalina Atanas Morozova. I was born on December, 24th, 2007, to Elena Mikhail and Stefan Morozova somewhere in Russia. Moscow, at least that is what my birth certificate says. I was only 2 weeks old when My family came to Beacon Hills, California. We settled into the town, well the edge. Near the Beacon Hills Preserve. Our lives were great, just me, ma and pa. Until one night when I was only 3 years old, some masked men in black broke into our house killed my parents and took me. They did experiments on me and forced me to be in a cage, locked up.Fast forward to age, 6. They stopped the experiments and dumped me at an orphanage where I would spend the next 10 years, wondering what would happen to me and if I ever would find a family. No one came or wanted me, so I left and began to live in the preserve. I still attended school, being enrolled at Beacon Hill's High school. I wanted to graduate and get a job. However, I got one working at the Animal Hospital with Dr. Deaton. I am thankful.A few months later, I began to have headaches and what felt like massive growing pains. That full Moon, I shifted to a dog, a Doberman Pincher. The dog spoke to me in my mind. I f***ing thought I was crazy. I don't remember much all except for when I woke up and had blood all over me and now a voice in my head telling me to calm down.I did for a while, until I was being hunted by a human with a gun. It was Early in the morning, a nice day to stroll around and be lazy, a Saturday, so no school. As I walked a gunshot rang out and then sheering pain. He shot me in my left hind leg. The Bastard! It slowed me down. A few minutes later, a roar sounded and screaming, then silence. I limped to a patch of grass and laid down. Pain and exhaustion hit me like a wave. I heard rustling letting out a growl as a male who smelled of wolf, came up to me slowly. He shifted his eyes which turned red, then back to normal. I stopped growling and just cocked my head to the right in question. He nodded towards my leg. I nodded in understanding as he came and took the bullet out.Oh how it hurt. I wanted to bite him, but forced myself not too. He then picked me up and walked us to a cabin nearby. He placed me on the couch and left me sleep. The next day, I was woken up by voices and perhaps the sun that a was blinding me. I rose and entered the kitchen where they group was hurled at the round kitchen table. It was here that I learned about 'The Packs'.They gave me a full history lesson on the supernaturals of the town. And showed me their abilities. The guy who saved me was a werewolf and offered to take me in and teach me the way of a shifter. I agreed, a cabin is better than a forest. So I have begun a new jounery. Learning to control my abilities, learning what it means to have a family, a pack as well as continuing my schooling.I may have lost my parents, but I have gained a new whole new family, one I would give my life for in a heartbeat. As for my dreams? I want to become a police Officer, whether county or city.  

character study: mommy dearest. npc study: Marnie Michaels.character study: or are you normal?Real Housewives of Hollywood, season 6 / episode 12.character study.podcast/reddit post.Instagram story question.

absolutely no OOC drama, ever. I don't participate in that sh*t, too old. so are you, so let's not. please don't add me to write and then expect me to do everything. I get tired of being the only one to write starters. let's have some courtesy, and if you really wanna write, can you start? thanks. coming to me exclusively for smut will get you blocked. I'm tired of people who use sex and horniness as an entire personality. it's the most basic sh*t out there. there's other things to life, and women are not sex objects, they're people. lets all try and remember that important fact that people love to forget. if you're on my list that means we support one another. if you never return the support, and never say thank you when I share for you, and never are bothered to engage with someone who is supporting you all the time? I'll delete you. some of you care more about being popular and getting attention from certain people and it shows. this is more sh*t that we're too old for. I fully understand wanting to fit in, but ignoring people who support you and then whining no one wants to write with you is annoying and rude. I don't play when it comes to indirect statuses. you're better off just taking it to me in messages. I believe people by the way I am treated. if you treat me badly and never apologize, I'll believe you meant to leave it there. will I still accept an apology? if it's meant, absolutely. that's all I got for now, but if people annoy me I'll add more. thanks!

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RULES [ 1 ] ALL ROLE-PLAY PARTNERS MUST BE AT LEAST EIGHTEEN (18) AND OLDER, SPECIFICALLY IN THE 21+ AGE RANGE. This is so this way anyone who might be underage and is considering role-playing with me knows that sending a friend request or even reaching out would be a waste of time and that they can move on to find someone more suitable for them. [ 2 ] As for how I role-play, I mainly use third-person, past tense. I usually reply with whatever I feel is more comfortable and suitable for me depending on how much I choose to write. [ 3 ] I am open to doing crossovers, though it depends on the verse. If you want to plot with me, your best interest would be to propose something of that nature.[ 4 ] While I understand that real life tends to get the best of everyone, if you aren't interested in RPing with me in general, please give me a heads-up. On the other hand, if you would like to continue our characters' storylines together, please let me know. I'm more than happy to try and keep any ongoing messages here on the site if it allows or through Discord DMs/Discord servers until you have made your return, so long as you are still interested.

Disclaimer: I don't own K Project or Nagare, nor do I have any affiliation with the creators.    one — Quality>Quantity. I consider myself multi/novella, but it's really all about what suitis the post for me.    two — I'm all for discussions or just starting something to see what happens.  three — I'd prefer my writing partners to be at least 21.    four — This is a multi-storyline character, meaning a storyline with Person A will have no effect on an existing storyline with Person B unless it's discussed and agreed upon by all parties involved.    five — I really shouldn't have to say this, but no OOC drama. IC drama is A-okay though.    six — I can either reply at lightning speed or snail speed and no in between. I apologize in advance. ;o; I'll always make sure to give writing partners a heads up on extended absences and hiatuses.

Midnight Rain; A prequel   Bubblegum / @shakeitoff Fall 1996 Hong KongThe main subject of the news was inescapable. The United Kingdom's rule over Hong Kong was at an end. After nearly 150 years, China would once again rise to take control over the only free area within its borders. Zhan Lee and his wife Jingyi Lee had become prominent members of the community over the past year. The young couple were noted for running quite a successful business with ties as far reaching as the British Crown. The handover was something that worried them both. Zhan had the phone pressed to his ear. “Yes. I understand. You're absolutely certain of this?” He was a highly educated man who spoke flawless English. Some considered him one of the most brilliant minds in all of the Hong Kong business market. “I understand.” He placed the phone back on the base.Jingyi had a look of worry that threatened to carve itself into her delicate features. “And…?” They were just starting out as a married couple. They were the perfect combination to get this business going in a free market port area like Hong Kong. Everything was turning toward the future with an eye toward the year 2000. The couple even promised each other that they wouldn't have children until everything was more certain for them. Jingyi wanted to have a baby so badly her soul ached.Zhan's expression was bleak. “There was nothing that they could do.” They had put in a request to emigrate to London. Several of the contracts they had for their import export business involved the Crown. They were certain that a move to the UK would be feasible. “They are focusing on the handover. It would be considered sabotage against the handover if any business was to leave the area to go to London.” Were they going to have to stay in Hong Kong? Jingyi could feel the ivy chill of fear grip the pit of her stomach. Hong Kong was going to change when the Communists moved in to take control. She'd heard enough horror stories to make her physically ill every time her mind started to wander. This was no place or time to start a family. “We can't stay here. We have to go somewhere.” Eyes glistening soon gave way to a full fledged blanket of tears.Zhan wanted to be a father more than anything himself. He knew that what his wife was saying was true. The eyes of the world would be on China as this transfer was about to happen. They had to agree to certain terms. The colonial presence of the Crown was actually a safety zone to quite a few people in Hong Kong. Others were ready to embrace change with the unification coming. This young couple was at an impasse. He pulled his wife close for a comforting embrace.There was a knock at their door. Zhan reluctantly let his wife go. He started toward the door when an envelope was stuck under the door. He reached for the envelope and opened it. There was a letter there written in Japanese. Fortunately both of them could read Japanese. He glanced over the letter before handing it to his wife.ビジネスを救いたいなら、今夜の深夜に倉庫に来てください。[[If you want to save your business, then come to your warehouse tonight at midnight.]]They looked at one another. Sure this all felt like a trap, but what could they do? The future looked bleak but was it enough to make a deal with the devil in a manner of speaking. No words passed between them. There was only one possible answer.MidnightThe Lees entered their warehouse slowly. They held hands as they cautiously took in their surroundings. Each step silently forward into this unknown future was more terrifying than the last. At least they knew they would be taking it together. Zhan called out into the void. “こんにちは？” [hello?] A rather tall young Japanese man stepped out from the shadows. He had longish black hair and he wore a suit that was obviously tailored. Those weren't traits neither Lee found disturbing. It was the fact he was wearing sunglasses at night. “私はあなたたち二人がアメリカに行けるよう手助けできます。疑うことなく私を信頼してください。分かりましたか?” [ I can help you both get to the United States. You must trust me without question. Do you understand?]Jingyi clung tighter to her husband. Going to the US was a dream. Was it actually possible? “Who are you?” She blurted in English. “Why should we trust you?”His lips curled upward in a predatory smile. “My name is Tomi Shishido. I can get you there completely legally of course.” His entire presence was so cold that the room temperature fell five degrees Celsius.Neither of them wanted to go with this man or what could possibly happen but they were terribly desperate. Every door they tried to take kept slamming in their face. The options as well as their time was slipping through their fingers.They met each other's gaze before looking back toward the odd man wearing sunglasses. “We're listening.” Zhan answered for both of them.To be continued   "If you disappoint me, I'm going rogue." -- Jubilation Lee credit: james kriet

    Name: Verity TaggertAge: Mortal Age: 25 years old Actual Age: 327 years old Gender: FemaleDate of Birth: October 31st, 1696Job: Nightclub ownerAppearance: Verity has porcelain skin, long flowing black hair, piercing crimson eyes, and sharp fangs. She often dresses in elegant Victorian-style clothing, with a preference for deep reds and blacks.Personality: Mysterious and alluring, Verity is both charming and dangerous. She has a commanding presence and is fiercely independent. Despite her aloof exterior, she harbors deep emotions and a longing for connection.Strengths: Immortality, superhuman strength and speed, heightened senses, ability to mesmerize and hypnotize others.Weaknesses: Vulnerability to sunlight, silver, and garlic, aversion to holy symbols, bloodlust, struggles with the burden of her eternal existence.Abilities: Shape-shifting, mind control, telekinesis, regeneration, ability to turn into mist.Backstory: Verity was turned into a vampire by a powerful ancient vampire on her 25th birthday. She spent centuries traveling the world, honing her skills and amassing wealth and knowledge. Eventually, she settled in a bustling city and opened a nightclub as a front for her nocturnal activities.Hidden Hobby: Verity secretly enjoys painting hauntingly beautiful portraits of her victims, capturing their final moments frozen in time.Specific Fear: Verity harbors a deep fear of losing her sense of self and giving in completely to her primal vampire instincts.

Im zed and yeah im a zombie 

London.A city that once held so much love, laughter, and metaphorical sunshine, now plagued by the reminder that I wasn’t enough for it or the people that lived here. Too in love with those who never really loved me. I fell in love in this city. Built up a dream life with a boy who always had one foot out the door and showered me in the sweetest nothings that held the littlest meaning, hung onto every word because I hoped that one day they would be true. Spent years devoting myself to him, showing him just how good a life together could be, only for him to throw me away when he got bored. He always came back, and I swore up and down I wouldn’t let him, but when it came to Jedsen Allan, I was a weak woman who loved self-destruction.When I booked this tour, I thought I would be okay coming back. I had been to London millions of times since Jed and I called it quits all those years ago, but this trip felt different. It was different.I hadn’t noticed the date at first — I tended to look the other way the moment the middle of April crept up, knowing that my sweet boy’s birthday would be here any moment. It’s been years since I lost him, and though it’s gotten easier with time, his birthday was a cruel reminder that I didn’t have him anymore.He would’ve been thirteen today.I only got to have him for four of those years before cancer took him from me, robbing him of life and robbing me of being a mother. It doesn’t seem fair, but I suppose nothing in life is — we’re born to suffer and make the best out of it, even if it makes you feel like you’re falling apart.And god, do I feel like I’m falling . . .                                 Too many memories, too much heartache.I couldn’t stay locked in my hotel room, needing air to clear my thoughts and fully inflate my lungs. I wasn’t sure where I’d end up, but I was close enough to the water that I could sit and clear my head without much distraction.The walk wasn’t long, only fifteen minutes at most — I stopped at a cafe along the way, in need of caffeine to shake the tiredness and dread from my bones. After ordering — an iced chai with three shots of espresso, and a hot chocolate in honor of Ronan — I took a seat and waited for my drinks to be done, getting lost in my phone for the few moments I had to myself.Until I heard it. I could recognize his voice anywhere.“Thank you,” Jedsen spoke softly, taking his drink from the barista, my eyes glued to the side of his face.  He must’ve felt me staring, his attention turning toward me momentarily, and before I knew it, he was gone. Walked right out the door without any sort of acknowledgment toward my existence, just like he had time and time again. And it pissed me off.It was our son’s birthday, something he probably had no recollection over, something that probably didn’t plague him the way it plagued me. Jedsen chose not to be a parent to Ronan, signed his rights away as soon as he was able to. And I never forgave him for that, for choosing himself over our kid. When Ronan got sick, I tried my hardest to get him to reach out, to see his son before it was too late. Because as much as I hated Jed, I wasn’t a monster — I wanted my son to have a father. I wanted him to have a family, even if it was broken. And he never f***ing cared. Ronan died without knowing his dad, and I’m sure that haunts Jed every single day, but it haunts me even more.Without grabbing my coffee, I left the shop. I didn’t care enough to look for Jed, but I needed to be as far away from him as possible. Far away here as possible, where it wasn't tainted by the black cloud that always followed him around. It wasn’t the first that I had run into Jed out and about, but it was the first time rage filled my body upon seeing him. Coming to London was a bad idea.                                 Too many memories, too much heartache.When I made it back to my hotel, I couldn’t stop the voices in my head — they’d poke and poke and poke until I exploded, laughing at me for choosing a man that never chose me. They’d tell me that I could keep them quiet by surrendering to my demons, told me exactly where I could find a bottle of vodka in the mini bar, even though I specifically asked for all traces of alcohol to be removed from my room — I couldn't risk my sobriety these days.  But sure enough, it was tucked into the back of the fridge, calling my name like a sweet siren, lurring me into my escape.                            Too many memories, too much heartache . . .I wasn’t sure how long it took me to finish the bottle, but when it was empty, the heartache didn’t hurt so much, and London didn’t hurt so bad.