Menu
  »  Blog Home
  »  Browse All Blogs
  »  Blog Layouts

Manage Blog
  »  Add New Post
  »  View My Blog
  »  Customize Blog
  »  My Subscriptions
  »  My Subscribers

Categories
  »  Uncategorized
  »  Blogging
  »  Guidelines
  »  Photography
  »  Real Life
  »  Resources
  »  Stories

Browse All Blog Posts
Previous123456789...734735Next
๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿณ แด›แดแด˜ แด„สœแด‡า“ ๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ”ช

12/07/2022 02:27 PM 

๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿณ Top Chef's Rules ๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ”ช
Current mood:  blissful

โ— 1ST & ONLY ORIGINAL TOP CHEF JACK THOMAS TRIPPER SINCE DECEMBER 7TH 2022โ— NO DRAMA ZONE OR BULLYING ALLOWED โ— PROUD MEMBER OF OUR FAMILY & ALLIES RPG โ— PLEASE READ MY BLOG BEFORE ADDING MEโ— I WILL ONLY BE ACCEPTING MEMBERS OF OUR FAMILY & ALLIES RPG โ— NO RUDE BEHAVIOR โ— THREE'S COMPANY VERSE BUT NOT BRIDE OF CHUCKY VERSE โ— VERY HAPPILY MARRIED TO & IN LOVE WITH MY VERY BEAUTIFUL WIFE CHRISTMAS *CHRISSY* MICAELA SNOW-TRIPPER โ— I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY WRESTLERS, ANIMES, S&L, TEEN WOLF, SOA, TWD, TWILIGHT, OOC MINORS, MIRRORS UNLESS I KNOW YOU IN OOC, DRAMA KINGS OR DRAMA QUEENS, OTHER RPGS, OR ANY FORBIDDEN VERSES โ— I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY OF THESE FOLLOWING FACES: NO AMBER HEARD'S, MEGAN FOX'S, PHOEBE TONKIN'S, KRISTEN STEWART'S, MILEY CYRUS', AMY YASBECK'S, KATEY SEGAL'S, MATTHEW PERRY'S, JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN'S, KANYE WEST'S, OR JUSTIN BIEBER'S โ— I WILL NOT ACCEPT OR TOLERATE ANY RACISM OR BULLYING ALLOWED AT ALL โ— SHIPS JACK & CHRISSY โ— I ALREADY GOT MY MAINS 

Symphony of Destruction

12/07/2022 02:09 PM 

Home Invaders Aren't Always Human!
Current mood:  scared

View Blog

Symphony of Destruction

12/07/2022 01:01 PM 

An Evil Life Worth Saving
Current mood:  focused

View Blog 

๐Ÿ‘„ โ€Žื ฮฑยขะบ'ั• ฮฑะธgั”โ„“ ๐Ÿ‘„

12/06/2022 09:55 PM 

๐Ÿ‘„ Jack's Angel's Rules ๐Ÿ‘„
Current mood:  blissful

โ— 1ST & ONLY ORIGINAL JACK'S ANGEL CHRISTMAS *CHRISSY* RUE SNOW-TRIPPER SINCE NOVEMBER 21ST 2022โ— NO DRAMA ZONE, RUDE BEHAVIOR, OR BULLYING ALLOWED โ— PROUD MEMBER OF OUR FAMILY & ALLIES RPG โ— PLEASE READ MY BLOG BEFORE ADDING MEโ— I WILL ONLY BE ACCEPTING MEMBERS OF OUR FAMILY & ALLIES RPG โ— THREE'S COMPANY, THE NANNY, THE LOVE BOAT, MAGNUM PI, GRIZZLY ADAMS, FRIENDS, 21 JUMPSTREET, ER, IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT, GOOD TIMES, HUNTER, & EX-CROSSOVERS VERSESโ— PROUD WIFE & MOMMY ๐Ÿ’‹โ— VERY HAPPILY MARRIED TO & DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH MY VERY HANDSOME HUSBAND JACK DANIEL TRIPPER โ— I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY WRESTLERS, ANIMES,S&L, TEEN WOLF, SOA, TWILIGHT, OOC MINORS, MAFIA, DRAMA KINGS OR DRAMA QUEENS, OTHER RPGS, OR ANY FORBIDDEN VERSES โ— I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY OF THESE FOLLOWING FACES: NO AMBER HEARD'S, MEGAN FOX'S, PHOEBE TONKIN'S, KRISTEN STEWART'S, MILEY CYRUS', AMY YASBECK'S, KATEY SEGAL'S, MATTHEW PERRY'S, JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN'S, KANYE WEST'S, OR JUSTIN BIEBER'S โ— I WILL NOT ACCEPT OR TOLERATE ANY RACISM, BIGOTRY, OR BULLYING ALLOWED AT ALL โ— I ALREADY GOT MY MAINS โ— SHIPS JACK & CHRISSY โ— ๐Ÿ’‹ PROUD WIFE OF JACK DANIEL TRIPPER (MY SOULMATE) ๐Ÿ’‹

๐ผ๐“๐“๐“Ž

12/06/2022 08:21 PM 

Parents

Izzy hated her parents. She hated talking to them, she hated working with them, she hated living with them, she even hated looking at them, because all they would do is fight. Their fights always started at the same time, every night at 6:30 pm, after her father got out of work. Listening to them fight broke her heart, her friends would tell her how they would go out and do something fun with their parents, or how they would sit at the dinner table and all eat together like a family. Hearing her friends say that made her jealous. Made her think to herself, "Why can't I have a perfect family like that." When she was younger, she never really had to deal with the fighting as much as she does now. When she was younger, her older brother Dom, did his best to protect her from all of that nonsense. He do anything he could to distract her from it, or if she was upset, she would talk to him about it. Well now, Dom is gone. He moved out when he was 15, leaving 9 year old Izzy alone with the 2 nut cases that she had to live with. Dom used to come and visit, he doesnt as much anymore, now that he has a full time job writing music, and traveling around the world to perform for his fan base. When she was able to, she would go to his shows to cheer him on, to show her brother that she is happy for him. She also did it to get out of the house, to take her mind off of the abusive married couple she called her parents. Now that Dom is gone, Izzy can't really do anything to distract herself from the two fighting either across the hall, across the room, the floor above her, or the floor below her. Her father didnt care if they fought around her, her mother didn't want Izzy, Jem, or Dom to be around it. But the older male didnt care. Didnt bother him. He probably enjoyed seeing them suffer, like he enjoyed seeing their mother suffer. Some nights, Izzy will escape the house, around 7:30 and not come back until a little after midnight. When she got home, the arguement would usually be over. If shes not outside, roaming around her neighborhood, she would call Dom. Most of the time she would be in tears, crying to him, telling him how much she missed him, or telling him about the two adults in the house screaming and yelling at each other. Izzy kept trying to convince her mother to let her go stay with Dominic for a bit. But she wouldnt let her. She missed Dom, she missed him a lot. She hates that he cant help her anymore, cant help her figure out a way to free herself from all the nonsense.. But as she grew older, she realized. Theres nothing she can do about it.. 

โ„‚๐•™๐•’๐• ๐•ค โ„•๐•–๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•

12/06/2022 05:28 PM 

Loki "Variant"

Given Name: Loki Laufeyson Legal Name: Loki OdinsonTitle(s): God/goddess of Mischief/Stories, SnakeNick Name(s): Ikol, Evil OneSexual Orientation: PansexualGender: FluidSpecies: God, Frost GiantRelationship Status: SingleFamily: Laufey (Bio father), Loki (Younger bio brother),Odin (Adopted Father), Freya (Adopted mother), Thor (Elder adopted brother), Hela (elder adopted sister).

Lia Goddess of Forestry

12/06/2022 04:36 PM 

Goddess Lia

The name is Lia and I'm the goddess of forestry, I specialize mostly in the well being of the planet and not just in plants but animals too. I'm a multipara/Novella writer from the old MySpace days and my genres run in the fantasy world given that I'm a god. Now as far as my storylines go I base my character off of God of War a goddess that wasn't killed off but has a sad story all on its own. I don't mind other fantasy verses such as LOTR as long as my character can be placed appropriately, I do have some mains already but I'm always willing to take on more.  So if you wish to add me or my friends feel free too their open to crossovers as well and storylines. 

RoyalVampires_MCRP

12/06/2022 04:04 PM 

Kim Jinnie

Name: Kim JinnieNicknames: JinSex: FemaleLover:NooneAge: 27Sibling:Kim seokjin (BTS)Sexual Orientation/Preference: Bi-sexualPersonality:BubblyDrugs/Alcohol: No/Yes

RoyalVampires_MCRP

12/06/2022 03:52 PM 

Min Yoonji

Name: Min YoonjiNicknames: YoonieSex: FemaleLover:NooneAge: 29Sibling:Min Yoongi (BTS)Sexual Orientation/Preference: Bi-sexualPersonality:Savage & SweetDrugs/Alcohol: No/Yes

RoyalVampires_MCRP

12/06/2022 03:46 PM 

Kim Jewl

Name: Kim JewlNicknames: JewlSex: FemaleLover:NooneAge: 27Sibling:Kim Namjoon (BTS)Sexual Orientation/Preference: Bi-sexualPersonality:BubblyDrugs/Alcohol: No/Yes

sแด‡ส€แด˜แด‡ษดแด›แดŠแดœสŸษชแด‡แด›โ™”

12/06/2022 01:21 PM 

Like It's Christmas.

@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Vidaloka&display=swap'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=BenchNine'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Roboto+Condensed'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=DM+Serif+Display&display=swap'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Playfair+Display&display=swap'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Playfair+Display:[email protected]&display=swap'); /* scrollbar properties */ ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:vertical { background-color: #d3cab8; height: 5px; width:2px; } ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb:horizontal { background-color: #d3cab8; height: 7px; } ::-webkit-scrollbar { background-color: #d3cab8; border: 2px solid #4a3f41; height:5px; width:5px; } h1 { font-family: 'Playfair Display', serif; font-size:35px; line-height:30px; padding:0px 2px 5px 2px; color:#d6a57e; margin:0px 0px 1px 0px; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bolder; text-align: center; letter-spacing:-2px; word-wrap:2px; } h1 span{color:#d5b4a1; text-transform: lowercase; font-weight: lighter; font-style:italic; font-size:45px;} h1 span2{color:#4d4a4d;} serpent juliet โ™” betty cooper home comment message gallery blog stream bulletins xtra xtra xtra Like It's Christmas The snow on the ground, love in the air The sleigh bells are ringing This is what it's all about The fire is warm, the angels are singingAnd I don't wanna miss a single thing Don't wanna put end to all this cheer But as long as you're with me, it's always the time of the year "You make every day feel like it's Christmas" When she saw Jughead standing there, the grin that was already on her face got even brighter, and she found herself unable to resist going forward and planting a brief kiss on his lips."I never claimed to be Santa...although I Perform have an outfit from when Veronica had us do the mean girls dance a few years ago," Betty said. "I will give you other kinda presents later, though."She entered the room while carrying one of the bags over her shoulder and waved to the other family members as she did so. She could make out some Christmas music coming from the kitchen in the background. She was still determining whether or not she should place her presents under the tree. She walked directly to the candles, and after lighting them, Betty let them rest on the sofa.She then let out a sigh of relief as she could untie the scarf around her neck and kick off her boots since both of her arms were now free. When the blonde saw Jughead starting a fire in the distance, she couldn't help but break into a grin. He is constantly aware that she is chilly. As she took a good look at the pile, she couldn't help but wonder if she had gone a bit overboard with the number of presents she had purchased for the Jones family this holiday season. She had been looking forward to giving presents to everyone in the Jones family. A handful of the boxes that contained FP's belongings included band shirts, CDs that Jughead had assisted her in selecting, and a few button-down outfits that her mother said would make him look nice ( not that Betty chose to give that too much thought ). Larger boxes had clothing for her mother, some of which hadn't even been released to the public in shops yet (thanks to Veronica).But what about Jughead? She had decided on a few well-bound notebooks for his writing, and a watch that she was certain would suit him precisely until she was wrapping presents with Veronica. During that time, she changed her mind about both of these gifts. Betty had never been too emotional, but she envied her best friend's present for Archie despite the fact that she had never been overly sentimental. Because of this, she had done something like for her own partner by purchasing a cashmere blue sweater and sewing an intricately inscribed charm into one of the sleeves. She felt that a heart would have been too much for even her to handle at the time. The message that was included with the gift said that it was given "so that you'll always have a piece of me with you," and it was, without a doubt, the present that she was most excited to watch him open." Merry Christmas, Juggie, "After a night of having to deal with her own family, she murmured it gently as she tiptoed across the wooden floor to wrap her arms around him securely. She savored the calm that even the simplest gesture offered her and reveled in the fact that it had delivered it to her."Something here smells impressive, Jones. "Her first plan was to have some coffee; she had already finished the first cup of coffee on the way there. However, she could not resist the wine's lure when she saw it, so she ended up drinking some of that instead. She entered the kitchen and filled up a cup with whatever beverage was available. Feelin' like the first thing on your wishlist,

Masahiko.

12/06/2022 12:37 PM 

An Ending

A flurry of action followed by inaction was the best way to describe what was meant to last a few months but had subsequently bled into years. Not that it was anything the sullen artist was unaccustomed to. He preferred it that way, his bursts of creativity could be exhausting and were always followed by a period of rest. That wasn’t the case of late however. He wasn’t able to create anything beyond the conceptual sketches in the pad he always carried with him. The lack of creation had to do with all the travel he’d had to do. It was all to do with a person for whom he’d been searching. At long last word had come because even in the age of technology when it seemed it should be easy to find someone it could still be difficult. At long last however it seemed the search was over or at least very near to it having followed the trail all the way back to Tokyo. He sat now at the kitchen table, a half empty cup of coffee and his phone sitting before him. Again he was waiting for word. Prior to coming he’d already set a plan in motion. Wren and Bella had come with him on this trip. He had a showing at his own gallery here. He was able to use that as a reason to ask his other closest friend to join him. In public not much was known about his family problems. The problem being his sister and her whereabouts. He would explain it all when he knew more but he had reason to believe an intervention would be required and the biggest concern besides her welfare was that of her child. Right now he had to wait for that call that would hopefully tell him where his baby sister was.  It didn’t take long considering the time he’d put into looking. Within minutes of sitting there the phone rang. He reached down and lifted it pressing the screen to answer.  “Hello?” He spoke quietly. His friend and her child still slept in the next room. Still adjusting after their trip from Boston. He listened for a moment to the voice on the other end before nodding his head. “I understand. Thank you for your hard work.” He simply replied before putting the phone back down. It struck him again how life can change in the blink of an eye. A pathway can be set only to abruptly come to a dead end and now all he could do was laugh.  All this time chasing Emiri across the globe physically and virtually and it all ended with one phone call. There would be no intervention as she was beyond that now. She’d been found unconscious on the bathroom floor of a childhood friend of hers. Her young child was sound asleep in the bed they were borrowing for the night. No… there would be no intervention but another type of gathering.  He now regretted his last show when he’d met with his old friend and an ex as well as mutual friend of Emiri. He hadn’t explained a thing. Hadn’t told him how erratic she’d been these past few years. How he’d argued with her, struggled to get her help. At least to get her back at his own side so he could take care of his baby sister and her child. Of course to no avail or perhaps he wouldn’t be here now in this mess. It was really too late to regret and pointless besides. That path was over and yet he still had so much left to do, so much to plan.  

แด€ส™ส€แด€แด„แด€แด…แด€แด แด‡ส€.

12/06/2022 11:42 PM 

drabbles(s?)

since the pandemic, travis had felt almost invincible. he'd beaten the virus, as well as kept up with the sharp increase in clientele. what hadn't survived was his inventory. most of the coffins sold at king's funerals were hand-crafted, but he'd buried so many during that time that it exhausted his entire stock. he'd even had to outsource and buy a few, and he was still struggling to keep up.with a little free time on his hands, he'd decided to work on his orders and fire up the ol' sander. a little time turned into a few hours, and before he knew it the clock read 2 AM.he could hear the building's back door open and close, at first thinking nothing of it. it was bo coming in to clock out, or maybe lee had forgotten something. . . but steps started to slowly descend the staircase, and a thick, eerie presence weighed down the air around the mortician.there was only one man travis knew that carried an energy this potently dreadful.the footsteps neared, that draining feeling only intensifying until it peaked as the door to the cluttered workshop popped open. a tall, unsettling looking man with sharp features and unforgiving golden eyes stepped inside, not bothering with pleasantries. he was dressed in an expensive looking, exquisitely tailored suit, his hands tucked into the pockets. "mister king.""mister morrison! you know, i've been so g'damn busy, i forgot to--""save it. i have no time for your excuses. it has been three months, mister king. you're lucky i have not shut your little sh*t show down," morrison practically hissed, taking a step closer. his eyes almost appeared to be glowing, gaze resting upon the other male's, waiting for him to meet it.travis absolutely would not look him in the eye under any circumstances. he wasn't normally one to shy away from eye contact, but he had learned the hard way that this guy was. . . different. there was something about his stare. it was fire and ice. piercing. hypnotizing. it unlocked some ancient, primal fear within him, and he often found himself in a state of shock. trapped within his own body, unable to look away. he kept partially fixated on his work; any excuse to keep his head down, "yer right. m'sorry. i don't have all of it, but i got mo--""i am the r e a s o n you are here. i have made your dreams a reality. without me, you wouldn't be running this business. you would be buried here." another step closer, now only a couple feet away, dress shoe tapping on the concrete floor. his accent was strange. travis had never been able to place it."just wait here, elias. i'll go get--""you will go get a l l o f i t. do you think i'm an idiot? you somehow have all of this money for drugs. money to gallivant around to every bar in town. money to gamble away. . . where is my money, travis? look at me." burning golden gaze hadn't wavered. he hadn't blinked, voice dripping with rage."i'm only a coulpe thousand short," still absently sanding away at the side of a coffin, "if you give me 'til noon tomorrow, i'll drop it off to your assistant.""I said look at me," tone had changed, now almost inhuman. it was as if a thousand screaming voices were trying to escape from behind it. a vice grip took hold of the mortician's arm and yanked him around so the two of them were face to face, his free hand balling into a fist that was driven hard into concave abdomen, just below his ribcage.travis doubled over, wheezing, but he was brought back up by long, spidery fingers that gripped his face and drew him closer. morrison leaned in so closely that his lips nearly grazed his underling's ear as he spoke. "this is not the first time you and i have had this conversation. . . but it will be the last. tomorrow, at noon, if you haven't paid me. . . i am taking another toe -- in fact, from this day forward, in lieu of this same boring, repeated conversation, each time, you will lose another."he still hadn't recovered from that first blow, having a hard time finding his breath, but he still refused to meet those eyes."keep that in mind, mister king." digits slipped back into the pocket of his slacks, wrapping around something concealed. he could feel the level of panic in his victim rise once he'd realized, but it was too late.before travis could utter a word of protest, a stout knife had plunged into his gut and all of the air was sucked out of him once again.elias released him, allowing his limp form to hit the floor, blade slipping out in the process. a puddle of blood was quickly expanding over the hard surface. the strangled sound his prey had made was almost a cause for arousal.  "clean yourself up, doctor," he spat, "i'll see you tomorrow."with that, he made his exit, wiping blood away with a handkerchief, leaving travis to pick up the pieces.

EmmyBean

12/06/2022 09:37 PM 

Welp, I tried.

All night long Emilia couldnโ€™t sleep. Sweat covered clothes cling to her body making it hard for her to get comfortable. Her hair stuck to her face itching and irritating her. Frustrated, she kicked her feet in bed and groaned loudly causing the snoring dog beside her to growl in his sleep. Her hand moved to gently pet him and soothe him. Every part of her wanted to deny it, but the truth of the matter was that she knew exactly what was wrong with her. She had tried hard to keep the urge that plagued her mind under wraps, keeping the devil tucked deep below, but there was no more hiding. A monster was inside of her and it demanded a victim. Staring out the window, she watched as dew mist formed into dew drops causing little streaks in it. Through it, she could see the sun just barely peeking up above the horizon. She took a deep breath in. She hadnโ€™t even slept a wink the night before. Not even the weed she smoked could help calm the monster. The only thing that would soothe it enough for her to be able to rest properly was blood. Getting out of bed, she left her fluffy son sleeping. She walked into the kitchen, hands twitching. Reaching for her kettle, she figured she was going to try to fix herself some herbal tea to soothe the need and hunger that was beginning to build within her. She filled the pot and placed it on the lit stove. Pacing in her kitchen,she waited for the howl from the spout to let her know it was done. She walked up and down, back and forth, inside and out. She walked so much in such a short time she could probably give you every little detail of the floor with her eyes closed. Gulping, she stood for a moment tapping her foot trying anything to keep her from the dark recesses of her mind. In her mind played a movie, one more twisted and darker than youโ€™d ever seen on the silver screen. If she closed her eyes, it was as if she was there in the moment. Her heart beating out of her chest, the screams, the blood, the groans, and finally the body. She needed the thrill of the kill, but she was trying to change. She so desperately wanted to ignore the feeling bubbling deeply within the pit of her belly. The kettle screamed and in her mind she imagined it being a helpless victim. She could see it so clearly. Some unknown person tied to the table before her. Her hands reached out expecting to fall into a blood covered wound, but the only thing she was met with was air. A disappointed frown met her face as she was sent back to reality. She hurriedly walked to the stove, her mind desperately trying to avoid the dark images that plagued it. Pouring her a cup, she then reached for a tea bag, but there on the counter was her butcherโ€™s block. Her hands reached for one of the blades as if she had no control over it. Pulling on out, she turned it over in her hand the light from the rising sun catching it. Looking towards the ceiling, she could see a rainbow shimmer on it. It was a beaconโ€ฆ calling her to fill her deep desires. She stood there for a moment relishing the feel of the knife in her hand, her body aching to walk through that door. Just before her legs could move, she slammed the knife on the counter desperate to ignore the feeling. โ€œNO!โ€ She screamed and quickly grabbed a tea bag and cup trying her best to get far away from the knife setโ€™s call. After pouring herself some boiling water, she walked back to her room to keep far away from the knives that she wanted to play with once more. Sitting against her head board, she rubbed the still sleeping fur ball beside her. She sipped her tea trying to calm her racing mind. Her hands wrapped around the mug tightly clinging to it wanting to replace the coldness she felt within herself with some kind of warmth. The heat from the mug relaxed her hands a bit, but it also made her mind wander. Without warning, her eyes closed and the heat from the mug became warm blood from a dying body. In her mind, she played in it. Loving the feeling, she kept shoving her hand back into the wound desperate for more. Frustrated, she sent the cup flying across the room. Screaming, she closed her eyes, but all she saw was red. โ€œF***!โ€ The sound of the shattering glass pulled her from her darkest desires. Sighing heavily, she walked to her bathroom to grab a towel. There on the counter in her bathroom lay her garter. In it, her knife remained. Her hand instantly went for the small dagger. She held it, her heart racing, her mind being consumed with her darkest desires. She slowly ran a finger over the sharpened blade watching as it pressed a dent into her skin. She knew there was no point in fighting it. There was no point in trying to deny it. She needed a kill. Her body wouldnโ€™t let her rest until she did. She quickly slipped the garter on her thigh before walking, throwing her hair up in a messy bun and brushing her teeth. Slipping on her tennis shoes, she headed for the door. She couldnโ€™t control it anymore. If she did try, she would go completely mad. She needed to hear the screams, she needed to feel something. The only way to feel something was to give in. Closing her door behind her, she went on her merry way looking for a victim to play with. She fought it for as long as she could, but there was no fighting it anymore. โ€œWelpโ€ฆโ€ She said heading into the foggy morning light. โ€œI tried..โ€

Wednesday

12/06/2022 06:06 PM 

The Obituary

Name : Wednesday Addams   Age: 16-20 (plot dependant)   Occupation: student/writer   Family:    Morticia Addams (mother) Gomez Addams (Father) Pugsley Addams (brother) Fester Addams (Uncle) Thing (distant relative/friend) Lurch (butler)     Personality :    Wednesday is a deadpan and gloomy young woman with an obsessive fascination with death and macabre. A lot of it can be connected to her psychic abilities and connection to the dead. She is highly intelligent and has a tendency to push people away, much more preferring to indulge in her writing and odd interests.   Powers and abilities :   Psychic - Wednesday experiences powerful visions from past and present, usually when she touches an object or person. Fencing  Martial Arts Acrobatics Multilingualism          || Due to the nature of this character, if you get offended by anything she says or does, that’s on you. ||

Previous123456789...734735Next


© 2022 RolePlayer.me. All Rights Reserved.