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Sigh, it was another eventful day at the Happy Hotel, or Hazbin Hotel as it was now called as a certain deer demon decided to change the name. You had spent all day doing certain tasks around the hotel such as helping Charlie create posters for the hotel, clean the rooms with Nifty, break up the brawl between Vaggie and Angel Dust as he had pissed her off one too many times and organize the bar for Husk as he was passed out drunk. You could have refused to do these things, but you enjoyed helping people, so it made it all worth it. You had started working at the hotel after you had saw Charlie singing on the 666 news about the hotel and redeeming demons, only for her idea to be made a laughing stock upon everyone who watched the broadcast. You actually had mixed feelings about the whole redeeming thing, seeing as you weren't sure if someone like you could be sent to heaven, despite not being a very big criminal during your time when you were alive, but apparently doing a little shoplifting is enough to send you a one way ticket to hell. Charlie's words did inspire you a little bit, so even if you felt that you couldn't be redeemed, others probably had a better chance, so you decided to head to the hotel and ask for a job after the broadcast was cut off from the brawl with Charlie and Katie Killjoy. You were hired in a split second and immediately pulled into a bear hug by Charlie, and then introduced you to the others. Back to the present, you began to feel extremely exhausted from moving around everywhere, so you headed over to one of the rooms with the long couches so you could take a rest. Heading into one of the rooms, you peeped around and saw that no one was there, which made it better as you really needed some peace and quiet. Heaving a deep sigh, you sat down on the couch, turning and falling back, as you laid your body down, with your head facing the front of the couch. "What a long day", thinking to yourself as your eyes slowly began to close and you were lulled into a deep sleep. **2 Hours Later** As you were sleeping, you felt the sensation of someone petting your head, the soothing feeling had awoken you a bit, but you quickly fell back asleep at the warm touch. You could feel that you were holding something in your dreams, and you assumed it was one of the pillows on the couch, so you brought it closer to your face and nuzzled it. "Mm, smells nice ", as the scent from the pillow was making you more relaxed, as it reminded you of a being in the middle of a deep forest. After sleeping for 30 more minutes, you slowly began to open your eyes, and try to make out what was in front of you. Expecting to see a pillow, you saw red stripes in front of you, "Huh?" As you were still trying to make out what was in front of you, a loud voice interrupted your thoughts: "Ah, awake now are we?", said a static voice above you. Eyes opening wide, you looked up from your position and saw Alastor staring down at you with his trademark smile. Slowly, you began to piece together that you were laying on his lap, and nuzzled into his chest as you were sleeping. "AHHHH", jumping up from your position, you rolled off his lap, and your body fell to the ground as you stared at Alastor in shock, as he continued to look at you with his glowing eyes, amused at your reaction. "Um, h-how long was I sleeping on your lap?", you softly asked, as your face was red, but your eyes were showing fear, as you remembered that Alastor did not like to be touch, and you happened to hug him in your sleep. "HAHA, For quite a while, darling. It was a very busy day, I assume?", Alastor said as he placed his arm on the armrest of the couch, and his hand against his cheek, smiling even wider. Nodding your head, you slowly got up from your position, and started apologizing to Alastor, eyes aiming towards the ground and fingers twiddling together. Alastor raised an eyebrow and wondered why you were apologizing, to which you answered that you had hugged him in your sleep, and that he made it very aware that he did not enjoy physical contact from someone unless he initiated it, feeling extremely bad if you made him uncomfortable. Listening to you, Alastor's smile relaxed to a small grin as he looked at you with gentle eyes. He did admit that he was not use to being touch by others, and was quite surprised from the sleep hug, but he didn't detest it as much coming from you, which boggled his mind completely. It must be due to your kind and innocent nature that made him react different around you, as he was used to more of the common riff raff being terrified of him or trying to battle in a turf war, but how you were with him, made his black heart melt. Feeling that Alastor was upset as he didn't respond to your apology, you quickly excused yourself and began to head over to the door to leave. A loud SNAP was heard and before you knew it, you had been teleported back on to the couch, this time being seated on Alastors lap. "A-Al, what are you doing?!", your face began to become as red as his hair, while your eyes stared at Alastor in shock. Smiling at you, Alastor moved his hand to your chin and tilted your face up: "There is no need to apologize, darling. If I had been upset about you hugging me, you possibly w̩͉͍̱̍̂̉̊o̫̼̐̎̋͜u͚͌l̳̓d̠͉̗͋̔͞'̼̳̣̼͊̏̾̾t͜͝ ͕̱͐͠ḇ̅e̙͗ ͍͓͔̱͍͛̔͌͘͞a̝̜̘̎́͒ḽ͒í̱̙̈́v̧̌e̠͠ ̢̹̜́́̈̀ͅr̲͇̳̅̽͌i̩͈̒̅ĝ̲̦̎ẖ̛̳̲͙̀͌̽͘ͅt͉̅ ͖̞͍̞́̋͛͛ň͚̫̦́͂̿͟o̱͌w̡̕" he said, as his eyes flashed for a second into radio dials. "However! I am not opposed to be touched by you. So no need to apologize, my dear.", Alastor said as he continued to smile at you widely, but his glowing eyes were looking at you softly, letting you know that he was not angry with you. Feeling shy, you turned your head away from Alastor, muttering a soft okay, as your heart was beating rapidly. "Smile my dear!" Alastor said as he moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, to have you look at him again. Baring through the embarrassing situation, you gave Al a small smile, which pleased him. "You always over do it, darling. While Charlie and I appreciate your efforts at helping the hotel, it does no good to work yourself to the point of fatigue. If you are ever feeling exhausted and need a break, don't be hesitant to come find me, as my radio tower is open to you. Understand, my dear?" said Alastor, as he leaned closer towards you, making you flustered again. Nodding your head was enough to let Alastor knew you understood as he chuckled, while sliding you off his lap, and as he stood up from the couch. "Now then, we should probably head back to the lobby before the others get worried about our lack of presence.", He said, as he straighten his coat out, while turning towards you, extending his hand out for you to take it. "Yeah we should", as you grabbed his hand, and made your way with him back to the lobby. You were still trying to process what just happened between you and Alastor, but you feel like you both have become much closer then before, and you didn't mind it one bit.

Hello there would you like to Rp? I am looking people who would be willing to fill a role as a masseuse at a massage parlour only there is more to it then there seems as per my storyline idea below.I will let you know straight up that my character is super ticklish almost everywhere apart from her feet (she hates being tickled there and finds it boring) but her most favourite spot to be tickled on is her armpits she is hyper sensitive there with the slightest touch sending her crazy. I have the idea that Cheryl comes in seeking your services (tickling) at your massage parlour because her husband can no longer satisfy her sexual urges (She's a hybrid mix of succubus, goddess and elf) you agree to work with her but notice something about her upon starting her treatment you notice that her skin shimmers like diamonds when she feeds off being tickled and that she has the ability to create them out of the moisture within the air. She would be willing to let you exploit her power because you give her what she needs and in her eyes it's a good arrangement.If you like this idea please message me privately with a starter along with an out of character introduction so we can discuss any other details that might be needed, please also be sure to read my profile information for details about my character and also writer information. I would prefer females to fill this role but would be willing to write with a male if they can fill the role well enough. Length of writing preferred is between one to two paragraphs .A message from the writer.I am a first person writer (would really like to be given a chance with this) who's length of writing can vary depending on mood, I have a learning disability along with other health concerns that will at times leave me with very little will to write, give me a good connection however and I will go for hours or even days with the story. 

Russian soldiers lay dead, the ballroom a place of bloodshed and heartache. Dracula had invited himself to the dance of the Russian Tsar. Henry and his comrades that had been there had been overtaken easily by Dracula's forces. Dracula had arrived brutally and fast, giving them very little time to even be semi-prepared for his attack. Dracula looked at the Tsar family who were being held captive as well as Henry and his friends. Dracula was rather displeased at this display of resistance by another vampire, greatly displeased by this he was going to torture the hell out of Henry soon after but for right now he had issues with the Tsar."I will ask only but one time, where is the Vampire known as Rasputin?" he growled lowly grabbing Nicolas sharply by the arm and yanking him close. Nicolas did not know where his friend had gone, probably the news of Dracula was heading to Russia scared off even the brute. But that was not the case, he had to grab something, but he was heading back."Get your hands off of him" Henry growled lowly but almost instantly was slammed into the ground by one of the vampires and his arm broken by the elbow joint as Dracula looked at him slightly."I haven't seen many vampires like you Henry. But then again, most vampires are not you, are they? Worry not soon you will see things my way" he assured before turning his attention back to the Tsar who still had not spoken a word to him about the brute location. The Tsar refused to speak despite Rasputin's brutal actions the Tsar knew he was not acting in an evil intended word, he had promised, he wouldn't surely break it?"Fine, then let's see if your screams will drag him out" Dracula growled before tossing him sharply into the middle of the room. Before grabbing a hung-up dagger, finding it rather amusing that such weapons could be out in the opening, rather dangerous, wasn't it?"DAD!" screamed his daughters in panic and fear his wife was sobbing in panic and fear. Nicolas got himself up padding himself off and frowned looking at Dracula as he came closer."leave my home" He warned trying to be brave, he had to be brave, he couldn't be scared. No, he was the Tsar, no he could do this, he could defend his home. He had no other option, he didn't know how to fight a vampire, let alone something like Dracula. Dracula found this human actually amusing so he would have a little fun with it. He let Nicolas try and fight him, let him land several blows though it seemed that hitting Dracula was the same as hitting a damn wall the man shook out his hand before he was sliced sharply in the arm and knee-dropping the man. The Tsar did not scream he did not make a sound but a breath, ragged and calm, trying to stay calm even in the face of dying."You promised" he whispered gently as Dracula grabbed his shirt yanking right off his feet."You trust a promise from Rasputin. Adorable" he grinned as his other hand glowed with fire as he smirked gently "So long live the Tsar maybe you can tell your god about your trust in such a foolish thing" Dracula laughed as the Tsar had faith, even in this moment, "He.Is.My.Friend" he spat out through gritted teeth with a fire in is eyes , not about to change his mind. Dracula laughed before lashing out to finally end that pathic human life. All that echoed was the screams of the royal family.Dracula smirked, but that faded when his hand was no longer holding the Tsar, his eyes widen slightly as he looked as the hand was empty, a breeze of wind passed by him, something he had not seen. He stood there with shock for the smallest of moments "Rasputin I am surprised, befriending humans like this?"Standing back to back to one another, holding Nicolas in his arms was Rasputin, but this time he was dressed a little differently. Unlike his normal rags and baggy clothing. He now wore a dress shirt and dress pants. He also wore what looked like an old mystical cloak, wrapped around his hiking body."RAS, RAS!!!" cheered the royal family as if they had seen god before they save their father. Rasputin mentally spoke to the royal family and looked at Nicolas."Yes, it's quite strange, but, I do ...have a friend," he said to himself mostly as Nicolas never breathed so much as a sigh of relief so loudly. Rasputin slowly placed him down and muttered "Run to your family friend, Now" he said before his hands open revealing blue-like light his eyes glowed brightly before whirling around just as Dracula faced him but was slammed right in the chest with a kick that, sent the King of Vampires smashing through the entire palace and the courtyard and into the city like a skipping stone. Before he made the vampires in the room burst and catch on fire and explode and release the innocent humans and even Henry. Rasputin knew this would not hold Dracula off and he was all but declaring war against the King of Vampires."Wow saving us huh?" he could hear the huff of amusement out of Henry. Rasputin walked over and frowned and helped him up and breathed on his arm snapping it back and fixing it. He sighed as he walked to the royal family and smiled as he was hugged and patted their heads."You all must leave this country till it is safe," ras said as Nicolas looked at him"No, we can help""Nicolas, no no, Tsar Nicolas, you must keep your family safe. There is an underground tunnel in the castle that leads out of Moscow. Take it, and run, Henry, and your friends will lead you to safety, Kill any vampires that come after you. They will not hestate to kill you" he explained to them as Nicolas looked at him and frowned."Don't Die" he said softly with great worry as Rasputin looked at him and smirked "Never, I will never die" he said before barking at them to move as he grabbed a blade that was hanging up near the fireplace. Before rushing through the castle killing all vampires he encountered without a  second thought his frame shifted into a white tiger slashing and tearing through vampires. Before reaching the steps of the palace and saw Dracula was running back for them as he snarled deeply and took off right for him fangs bared as claws aimed as they slammed into each other. Slamming all over Russia slamming through buildings and creating earthquakes as they slammed around trying to kill one another.Rasputin was more, magically inclined, but Dracula was the first of all vampires. he pumbled Rasputin sharply all across the place but both suffered massive wounds. rasputin hissed as he was kicked sharply into the steps of the palace and he groaned as he huffed gently."We could have made a good team Rasputin. You are my first fledgling, the first made vampire. And yet YOU WASTE it on these people!" Dracula barked and spat out a glob of blood snarling as Rasputin looked at the sky for the longest moment as if he gave up but grinned gently."yes, I am your first fledgling. But by no means does that mean I am ANYTHING like YOU" he snarled as he staggered to his feet he growled lowly as he felt woozy, he knew he could not beat his sire, It was almost silent till gun shots ran out as Rasputinbeyes widen slightly as bullets whacked into Dracula causing him to stagger away."Good evening, need help?" the cocky voice echoed beside him as he growled lowly before more voices echoed to his other side "Wow nasty bloke""My if the evening wasn't bad enough, Henry refuses to listen yet again" Rasputin grinned amused before his eye moved slightly to see the smaller vampire. Henry gave him that same old cocky smirk as Rasputin grinned amusedly before huffing."Either you are a bad listener, or you are like me and just do as you please""Some say I am both" Henry chimed in and jabs Rasputin in the arm as the vampire huffed out a pained breath."uh, Guys he's up," one of the others said, Rasputin sighed gently as Dracula was back up and running indeed."Well, I'll buy drinks after" he muses Rasputin as darkness settles in, as all chaos broke loose. He could not loose, he would NOT lose. But was there any real way of winning?

Deep within the halls of the palace of Russia, the Tsar and his family lived, his wife and several daughters and sickly son as well. Nicolas was watching his daughter play in the courtyard, his eyes distant and troubled, war was raging in foreign lands and soon would be at his doorstep if he was not prepared he could lose it all. He could lose his family, and his life, and his home would fall and with it the ruling family of Russia. The ruling monarch was watching his daughters ignoring their giggles and carefree laughter as they di not know he doom and anger that loomed outside of their country, Nicloas never wanted his kids to worry about such things.A large shadow soon loomed next to him, dressed in black silken robes his eyes flaming a deep blue color. A sparkle of flames danced in this man's eyes as he stood silent with the monarch. Nicolas did not need to even look to know who it was, it was the stranger that his wife trusted so much so. He was a man who wandered through Russia, with famous tales of his healing prowess, his stance was always so intimidating. Standing towering over Nicolas it made the monarch feel like a child before the man that stood beside him. The man was named Rasputin, Grigori Rasputin. The Mystic of Russia, The Mad Monk."Say something, you unsettle me with your silence" Nicolas said sharply unerved by the man silence. Rasputin was never known for being so quiet. The man still spoke none, as Nicolas eyes narrowed as he turned sharply toward the man and was about to snap at him to spit it out, but saw the man eyes where distant, lost in his own thought. "Grigori?" Nicolas finally asked at the hulking man as he reached out and touched the other mans arm. He was always so cold, like ice, like he was dead, well of course he was, he was a vampire. Nicolas saw the man blink his eyes and looked finally at the Russian Monarch, Nicolas, the man who did not know how to save his own home."Will you ever tell them?" He finally inquired with those blue eyes staring deeply at Nicolas who dared not to look at them and sighed gently and shook his head."They do not need to worry""Nicolas-""It's Tsar Nicolas Grigori" he snapped finally showing he was stressed as he was rare to snap at the monk who looked at him amused but it was soon faced away as Nicolas turned and stormed away from him. grigori tilted his head and followed after him."I can help protect this country Tsar, let me" he said as the tsar tried to ignore him and shook his head as he walked off, but Grigori followed after him easily before Nicolas eventually stopped and turned sharply toward him and had to look up at him."I am the Tsar! I will defend my home Grigori" he said sharply as if to try assert his authority over the man who looked at him with compassion."But you can't, you know this Nicolas, we all know this. BUT I can give you the power to defend it all" Grigori spoke softly to the stressed monarch slowly placing a large hand on his shoulder as the Tsar looked at him and frowned."I can defend my home!" he protested as Grigori frowned and looked at him."It okay to be truthful with yourself my friend, But I can offer the power to defend this place I just-""What would you want from me?" Nicolas frowned at him as Rasputin's eyes softened more because he could see that the walls of the Tsar had crumbled and fallen. Slowly rasputin kelt before the Tsar and placed his hand on Nicolas."I need your blood, Your Trust, and your Secrecy," He said softly "What I will do to ensure the protection of this country will not always be good, and happy endings but it will the country safe. Let me, let me in charge, let me have your blood, I will see your foes fall" Rasputin said with a soft voice."Will I die?""No, I do not require all of your blood, Only a few sips. Let me take that authority away from you, Let me bear it all. Let me command the country, Let me save your land you love so much"Rasputin whispered gently looking at him to trust him. "Why?" Nicolas dared to bravely enough a question."Why? Because this is my home as well, I have always loved it, let me prove to you what I can truly do" Rasputin hummed as Nicolas was uncertain, could he truly trust this creature, could he hand that kind of power and trust him."Then save my country, Rasputin, Promise me that you can""I promise Nicolas" Rasputin's voice whispered in his head gently he pulled Nicolas close to him and then purred into his ears."I'll keep the country safe from what yearns to destroy it" He promised into the Tsar's ears before Nicolas felt woozy and tired as he wobbled but Rasputin kept him upright."Why do I feel-""Rest, you'll feel better after a  nap" was the last thing Nicolas heard as the world went dark as Rasputin chuckled gently before picking up the sleeping man and walked off into the shadows, a twisted grin on his face."Humans are so fragile and yet, so interesting" he muses gently, as his fangs bared out , a promise that could save or doom the country. Nicolas made his choice, now the country had to hope it was not a terrible mistake!

"Listen to reason, please! Grigori!" screamed the head priest standing before the forty new priests that coward behind him as if the man's body was enough to stop the crazed killer that waltzed inside of this church. Holy ground, this monster shouldn't have crossed it, bu the man did. He came in with those scary blue eyes that dazzled in the sunlight of the early morning ceremony for the new Orthodox priests who stood there to be sworn into the house of God."reason? is that what you called it? When you came after me Father Daniel?" he snarled as the man stood his ground refusing to budge his steps in front of the alter and his young priests. The creature came forward his body posed to get himself ready as the people in the church t see this where highly confused and even more so confused when thirty soldiers came in after Rasputin. Their eyes fixed in a deep blue unblinking gaze."Do not do this" The priest commanded "You are in a house of God Rasputin! You can'-" Rasputin cut him off and grabbed him by the throat with his jaws sinking large fangs in deeply right through his jugular and then hosted himself to his full height having the head priest dangle from his jaws  Rasputin could hear the screams as people ran for the exit but without even so much as moving a musle the men opened fire killing everyone inside that tried to leave. Children, Men, and women lay in pools of blood as Rasputin let the dead body of the priest finally drop from his jaws as he smirked and licked his fangs."Pity, he was a good man" before walking toward the forty new priests with a dangerous smile on his lips. One by one, claws and his fangs sank into every last one of them, tearing heads off and or ripping a body in half. The vampire even changed a few of the new priests into new fledglings and would kill whoever was left. He allowed the newly turned vampires to feed from the dead people of the church as he smiled to the soldiers seeing they still could not control their bodies anymore, with a hum he commanded."Shoot" and with the last of bullets they shot upon each other till no one was alive other than Rasputin and his new Fledglings. With his thirst for bloodshed quenched he smiled as he looked around before he looked back at the alter."Amen," he mocked as he licked the blood off his hand as he walked out back into the daylight, before striking a match and letting the church and everyone else burn within it, leaving no trace of what had happened. By the time anyone had arrived, the place was an inferno and it was called a freak accident.The culprit was never found.

1. No minors. I am 35 years old behind this screen and do not have time to babysit children that don't belong here.2. Do not rush me with comments. Some days are busier than others, but i will get to you when I can.3. Don't steal from me. The layout you see here I got from "high times" on roleplayer.me and I just changed graphics and colors to suit my own satisfaction.4. Do not harass me about late comments , messages, or stream replies. Like I said before I get busy and sometimes can't get online. It's rare that I'm ever offline, but it DOES happen. All I'm asking for is a little patience.5. Put some effort into your posts and don't rely solely on me for coming up with content for our roleplay. 6. Don't start drama with me. I am too old to care about the "he-said-she-said" online. I have that enough in my real life situations, no thank you.7. I portray Castiel as homosexual because on more than one occasion he clearly states that he loves Dean Winchester and will do anything to protect and save him. 8. I don't mind getting to know others out of character as long as it doesn't get out of hand. 9. I prefer ooc comments in the comments section and actual roleplaying in the message section. 10. Roleplay does not equal real life. I am not my character and you are not yours. I think some people cross the line into fantasy at some point too much.11. I prefer messages over comments - comments and copy/paste introductions will be ignored or deleted/blocked.12. I understand that mistakes HAPPEN. Please know that I will NOT jump the gun if you make a few mistakes with your writing.13. I will ship with chemistry and I do not mind erotica with my writing partners as long as its with two consenting adults, but please PLEASE remember how old I am and what that means.14. Just because you are on my friends list does not give you the right to harass me about roleplaying certain characters. I will NOT write other characters for you. I've been asked this once or twice before. 15. I am heavily interested in crossovers mainly because I can only do so much with a Supernatural main character so I am open to crossovers and the like.16. Do not ask me for a discord username. I do not like discord nor do I like to use it. 17. Do not ask for personal information such as government names, personal emails, phone numbers, and actual physical addresses. Unless (and this is rare) we are doing a business transaction which I do every now and then; please do not ask for this information.18. Castiel is very awkward with people as sometimes he does not know how to react to certain situations such as with love and affection because he was a soldier in heaven and now a fighter on earth with Sam and Dean and traveling with them has changed him a lot.19. Read and obey the damn rules. These are put up here for a reason and that is to keep the peace. 20. Have fun; please do not turn this into a chore, responsibility, and obligation for me to answer to.  

general info:full name: archie hamiltonnickname(s): archgender: maleage: nineteenoccupation: stockmansexual orientation: bisexualappearance:height: 5 ft 11build: slim, athletichair color: dirty blondeeye color: bluemore to come soon~

The names Katherine Pryde most of yall know me as Kitty or my mutant name shadowcat, the girl who can walk through walls as the government puts it. I may be all of those things but im just a girl whos trying to find myself the young child i used to be is now a woman and i have standards. If you wish for an awesome friend, great storylines and an adventure hit me up. I work well in Marvel/X-men verses and looking for mains, crossovers and AU's. Love interest are always opened as well! For those who want to know im from the old myspace days so expect long storys from me. Till than Kitty Out!!

Form ooc 1. What drew your attention to Fame Seekers?2. What's your activity level like on/for discord?3. Are you sure you understand the rules entirely for this group?4. What is your discord handle? ic My name is (first & last name). I’m (age) and from (city, state/country). I am a (occupation) and have been for (months and/or years). A lot of people say I look like (faceclaim) and sometimes I see it, sometimes I don’t. Most of my friends would describe me as (2 positive traits) but also (2 negative traits). In my free time, I enjoy (3 hobbies). I am currently (marital status) and (sexual orientation). I chose to come on Fame Seekers because (2-3 reasons why).*be as detailed as you would like with your answers. biography Please attach a short bio about your character.  sample Please attach a 2 paragraph sample of your character finally arriving at the house. Once you have filled out the form please headline the message with AUDITION: FIRST NAME LAST NAME.

Let me be clear my dears, these are non negotiable. Hard limits and things like that... Without further ado, let get to the tea. 1) This is a 18+ page, as is the show on which the character is based. Minors, do not attempt to add. This protects you as much as it does me. Admin is well of age. 2) Respect is given as much as it's earned. Civility is key. I will be nice as long as you are. Fail to follow a rule, my patience wanes. 3) Alastor is ace. While my rendition, he is not sex repulsed, romance and relationships are foreign to him. Not having any in life and never in the afterlife, he just doesn't see a need. In the rare occasion he finds someone "worthy", a relationship would be doable, albeit a difficult one. Only those willing to be denied many things from a typical relationship apply. 4) This is a safe space for diversity. Anti Trans, gay, racism, exist ect will not be tolerated and will result in us parting ways with a block. I'm not here for hate. 5) ADHD brain means I have 2 speed. Slow af or hyper fixated. Nothing personal. I'm sure you all are grand, but I can be flightly. Figured I'd point it out now. Can take a week to reply, can take minutes. If after a week, you may msg me as a gentle reminder. Sometimes I get busy. Full time parent on top of a full time job. Rping is a hobby not a chore. That's it. Congratulations, gold star for you! made it through the five. This account is allowed the curiosity to add more rules if the need arises.

im such an attention whore.... //w//

~Flashback ~The year was 1932 Damon at that time lived in New York City he did not have contact with his brother at the time but he did keep track of him easily when the knees would report of recent killings with their bodies ripped apart and put together again the news would always report it was a bear attack but Damon knew better than that . He kept track of his brother's movement during the Rippah rampage Virginia , Washington, south Carolina, Florida , Massachusetts and more Stefan at that time would practically jump around at that time in his murder spree . After reading the newest murder Damon crumpled up the paper and threw it . the black but very beautiful bar owner named Constance Clavell Bennett she had striking blue eyes he even made moves on her but she never said yes to him all things considered she was a closeted gay woman. He grumbled with annoyance he sighed finishing his whiskey drinking the last of the amber colored beverage he set the crystal glass on the bar he was one of the last people in her bar because it was late at night humans didn't really stay up that late but vampires roamed the streets right about now ... Constance looked curiously at Damon and walked over to him grabbing the glass to clean it up * what's wrong Suger lips is it your brother again * Damon sat up with a sigh * of course CC he is making a mess again * he glanced over at her now there is Constance she wasn't your ordinary bar owner she was a Bennett witch great great aunt of Bonnie Bennett and he knew she was a witch as well but he didn't mind this because she was the only bar that served the supernatural in New York she was a rare one for sure. CC understood the frustration Damon had however he was not going to let that happen . It was almost 2 a.m. and she was fixing to close Damon was alone with her he stood up he was pulling out his wallet when he and CC looked over to the men who walked in in business suits they were armed they were obviously the Mafia they pulled their guns out and the don walked over to the bar * CC rent is due * the Don gave a devilish grin * And you are late * Damon leaned against the bar the Don double took at Damon and said to him * boy you must be stupid to stay * he pointed his pistol right at Damon which made Damon Scoff with a grin * no you must be stupid to stay ... * Hearing the gun c*ck with a flash he had the gun in his hand he broke it into two with ease he also had the Don by the throat his eyes changed he revealed his fangs the Mafia boss had never seen such a thing this made him try to scream within that second his possy started to shoot Damon but he didn't flinch this actually made him animalistic CC had ducked Under the bar and made a protection spell so she wouldn't get hurt or worse as the bullets start to fly it was absolute chaos but when the bullets stopped Damon laughed having had put the boss Infront of him the boss looked like swiss cheese with so many holes in him Damon dropped the body he was not even harmed by the bullets stepping over the dead Mafia boss he flashed over two the two men and ripped our their hearts holding the two harts he said to CC consider your rent paid * he laughed as his eyes normalized he threw the hearts away and said to her as she stood up * I'll clean this up for you .. * she let out a sigh and nodded to Damon with a sighed of relief. ~End of Flashback ~   

Task one | A Safe Space Tucked in the back corner of her art gallery holds a room that is nothing but chaotic good. The walls are smeared with an array of colors that Tabitha gave up cleaning years ago, and the floors should have never been carpeted to begin with. The smell is overwhelming with acrylic paint, paint thinner, and stale water that had been left to bathe soiled brushes. Along the walls, canvases are laid. Some are finished projects just waiting to be displayed, while others are barely started. Ideas that seemed so good in her mind, yet could not translate well onto the rough white surface. While some people would enter and shy away from the disarray, her art studio was Tabitha's safe space. When life got a little too stressful, the blonde would always turn to her art. Painting had always felt much more freeing to her than photography. With a brush in her hand, she could close her mind to the outside world and just let go. On the really bad days, she would close her eyes and just let her soul do the talking. When she opened her blue hues once more, she would either be met with a beautiful abstract to add to her slowly growing pile of 'keeps' or it would turn into a muddy mess that would leave her laughing at how ridiculous the whole thing really was. Either way, when she left the studio at the end of it, she always felt a sense of relief. There was a feeling of weight being lifted from her shoulders.  Not everyone gets to see inside her studio, because not everyone is worthy of such a personal space. It may seem like a small back closet to most, but for Tabitha it holds so much more. It's where she finds her peace when the days are long and hectic, it's where she finds her light when her mind is dark and twisty, and it's where she finds her joy when the stormclouds overtake her perception. She's not going to just allow anyone in and ruin what she has going for herself. If you're one of the few selected to take a look inside, be grateful for what she has given you because it is nothing but a badge of honor. Template Credit ‣ damnedest creations

Newborn  Vampire"I want him.""I want him." Said the young girl though really she wasn't a girl, not anymore. She was a newborn little vampire. An unspoken taboo. Looking upon this child Lestat began to come to his senses and realize what he had just done to himself for Louis. What wouldn't he do for Louis anymore? The lack of limit concerned Lestat, more than he'd ever let on."I want him." The girl said again pointing to Lestat who simply smiled. "What does she want you for? I saved her.." Louis asked which caused Lestat to only smile more. "Jealous love?" He asked before looking to the girl. "What is your name?" He asked. Staring at him for a few moments the girl finally answered. "Claudia." She said softly in the sweetest little southern accent."She most likely wants me because of the connection she and I now share." He said looking to Louis. "I've made her. My blood is running through her little veins. She will feel this need.. urge to be near me for some time but I will fade and I am certain you will be her favorite." He said."Come ma chérie.." Lestat said as he stood and reached out his arms to her. Slowly Claudia stood and moved forward, wrapping her arms and legs around Lestat almost as if she were a small child. "I will help her clean herself up. You go and find her something to wear." Lestat instructed Louis who reluctantly did as he was told.After drawing a warm bath with soothing oils and bubbles for Claudia, Lestat helped her undress and then helped her into the tub. Sitting there in the water with her knees to her chest, the high of her first taste of blood was beginning to wear off. "... Where is my Auntie?" She asked quietly. Lestat sat behind her, gently washing her back, washing away the burnt flesh and ash from her tender body."She is dead." Lestat said waiting for some sort of reaction from Claudia. Though she remained silent and gave a slight nod. "Mama died when I was three. She was sick. I never knew Daddy. Auntie... wasn't nice to me." She said in a hesitant tone. Not nice was a bit of an understatement. Lestat could tell what injuries Claudia had, not all were from the fire however, they were healing quickly."Well, that is all over." He said pouring warm water over her hair before he began to brush through the tangles being surprisingly gentle for him. "You my Daddy now?" She asked turning to look back at him. For a moment their eyes met before Lestat turned Claudia back around and continued the task at hand. Claudia could feel it just as Lestat could. A certain sense of intimacy between them begin. Nothing like what he had with Louis of course but still just as strong a connection. The sacrifice of making another was no small thing. Much more important than Lestat often led on."I am not your father. We'll.. discuss what I am to you later." He said focusing on combing through Claudia's tangled locks of hair. Finding enjoyment in being close to his newest creation. Lestat had never before wanted a child. But something about this little Claudia was quickly starting to grow on him. "Just know this Claudia, you are now mine. I will protect you. I will.. try my best." He said trying to think what his words might even mean. What could he do? He had done enough to this poor child now. He should have let her die. It would have been better that way, better for her.For now, Claudia accepted Lestat's words and took comfort in them. Never before had someone been this kind to her. Eventually, the warmth of the water and the soothing combing of her hair lulled sweet, innocent, Claudia to sleep. After draining the tub and wrapping the young one in a towel, Lestat carried her back to the bed and placed her down upon it. Claudia gave a soft whimper and curled against the soft pillows. Lestat moved to sit at the corner of the bed with his head in his hands. What had he done?"Just know this Claudia, you are mine now. I will protect you. I will.. try my best." template credit.