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Elegant Spirit

03/04/2024 12:58 PM 

Mains & Connections

------------------------MAINS & CONNECTIONS ------------------------Family:▪️ Clayton Danvers (Father)▪️ Elena Antonov Michaels (Mother)▪️ Logan Nicholas Danvers (Twin Brother)▪️ Jeremy Danvers (Grandfather)▪️ Malcolm Danvers (Great - Grandfather)▪️ Edward Danvers (Great-Great - Grandfather)✝------------------------Love Interests:▪️ Brandon (Ex-Boyfriend)------------------------Friends: ▪️------------------------Enemies: ▪️------------------------Pack Members: ▪️------------------------  (c) made by creativian


03/04/2024 12:01 PM 


I owe: Mallory (s) 3.2.24 Nate (s) 3.3.24 You owe: Updated: 3.4.24


03/03/2024 09:11 PM 


So I guess I need these now. I want to be very clear that the RED RULES are the ones that really should get your attention. Which is why they are highlighted in RED. The BLUE RULES are more like notes on sh*t that I think is important. I suck at writing rule lists... sorry.- DISCORD is an option, ask for it, but I'm not on it all day / every day.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No OOC Drama. I won't put up with that sh*t so just don't.- Adult Content plays a BIG part in my writing, which is why this is your one and only warning when it comes to writing with me. I am over the age of 25 and I've lived some sh*t. Sex, Drugs, Alcohol, and Violence will all be mentioned at some point during ALL of my storylines. If you can't handle the Hard Adult life, then please delete me now to save me the headache.- SMUT will not happen on this account. - Online Availability will be limited to... whenever the f*** I feel like writing? My writing is sh*t when I'm tired and no one wants sh*t writing.- Messages will be where all of my storylines happen because of the level of Adult Content in my writing. Nothing that I write is safe to be seen in my comments section.- Comments are for OOC chit-chat and possible discussions? I haven't really decided on that, but for now comments are where you can reach me while I'm writing replies/starters.- Writing is a passion, not a project. I am a novella writer. I have put a lot of effort into becoming the writer that I am, specifically 20+ years of roleplay writing to get here. I WILL NOT compromise on my writing just to give you a leg up. If you can't keep up with me that's fine, put in your maximum effort and I'll see it. When it comes to storylines I WILL NOT respond to one-liners or anything less than at least two paragraphs, you have to give me something to work with if you want me to shine.- God-Moding is another thing that I won't put up with. If you don't know what this is, it is basically you taking control of my character and making him do sh*t in your writing that he would never do. DO NOT do this, it will get you automatically DELETED from my page. I write for Johnny, I decide how he reacts, behaves and thinks about situations so please don't move him around like a chess piece in your storyline. Let me do my job as his writer.- Relationships are pretty simple to figure out. I'm open to new FRIENDS. There will ONLY BE ONE romantic connection listed on my profile.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------Yeah, I guess that's the end of the list. Sign um if you want to? I don't really care if you do.


03/03/2024 06:04 PM 

𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕀𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕩

𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕩 ᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴋs ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴘᴏsᴛs ʙʏ ᴄᴀᴛᴇɢᴏʀʏ 𝐜𝐬 ♡ 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒚𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔♡♢𝐀𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡♤♧𝐜𝐬 ♤ 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒚🂠𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐧🂠𝐜𝐬 ♢ 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒚♔𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬♚

𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 ᵂᴬᵀᴱᴿ.

03/03/2024 03:48 PM 

a radar attuned only to him

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Wild Kitten

03/03/2024 01:19 PM 

Mains & Connections

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Wild Kitten

03/03/2024 12:50 PM 

Character Information

THE BASICS:FULL NAME/PRONOUNCED: Ekaterina Petrushanko (Eka-ter-ina/Pet-rush-an-ko)NICK NAMES: Ekate, Kate, Katie, Kit-Kat, Kitty.NAME MEANING: Ekaterina - The first name Ekaterina is of Greek origin, and its primary meaning is “pure.” & Petrushanko - The surname Petrushanko is of Greek origin, and it's primary meaning is “The rock” or “The stone”.OCCUPATION: Rookie Police Officer for Beacon Hills, California.RESIDES: Beacon Hills, CaliforniaGENDER: FemaleSPECIES: Panther a Were-Cat Shifter (Ailuranthrope/Ailuranthropy)PERSONALITY & TRAITS: Ekaterina is a kind-hearted and caring girl, but if you mess with people she cares about, she will hurt you or worse.POWERS & ABILITIES:Shapeshifting – A werecat has the ability to shift form from human to a big cat and has the same abilities and traits as big cats. Superhuman Strength – Werecats possess superhuman strength sufficient to lift about 10 tons, enough force to deform a 1-inch-thick steel bar with ease. Their physical strength also extends, to a lesser degree, to their powerful leg muscles allowing them to perform a standing jump of 12 feet in height.  Superhuman Speed – Werecats can run and move at speeds superior to that of even the finest human athlete. Their powerful leg muscles and superhumanly strong bone composition enable them to reach speeds up to 50 miles per hour over short distances.Superhuman Durability – Werecat's bodily tissues are much harder and more resistant to physical injury than those of an ordinary human. Their bodies are able to withstand great impact forces and blunt trauma that would severely injure or kill a normal human.Superhuman Agility – Werecat's agility, balance, and bodily coordination are enhanced to levels that are beyond the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete. Werecats can perform complex gymnastics routines with little effort.Superhuman Dexterity – Werecats can perform many tasks with their feet as easily as a human could do with their hands. Their manual and pedal dexterity are so great that they can write using both hands at once or tie knots in rope with their toes. Although they can still perform many of these same tasks in their current feline form, his dexterity isn't quite what it once was.Superhuman Reflexes – Their reflexes are similarly enhanced and are superior to those of the finest human athlete.Healing Factor – If werecats are injured, they are capable of regenerating damaged tissue faster than an ordinary human. They can heal injuries as severe as broken bones within a matter of days. They are unable to regenerate missing limbs, organs, or brain cells.Superhuman Senses – Werecat's senses are about ten times as keen as an average humans, and about five times that of an average cats. Their eyesight extends into the infrared portion of the electromagnetic spectrum. They have superhuman visual acuity. Their vertically slit pupils allow a greater range of vision above and below her, which allows them to more easily detect the movements of an opponent. Werecat's hearing is sufficiently acute as to detect a sound pressure level change from 4 decibels to 6 dB at a range of 40 feet. With their highly developed sense of smell, they can selectively sort through various odors so as to follow a quarry's trail. They can detect subtle alterations in the composition of perspiration that reflect mood or emotions and is highly sensitive to pheromones.Claws and Fangs – Werecats possess retractable, razor-sharp claws at the tip of each finger and toes. Their natural edge, coupled with their strength, are sufficient to rend most conventional materials including flesh, wood, stone, and even some types of metals.WEAKNESSES:Gold - Gold like Silver hurts a were-cat, by weakening them and can kill a cat if it is left in for a few hours.Electricity - Like a werewolf electricity can make a cat vulnerable to electricity, which, for unknown reasons, seems to interfere with the nature of their abilities. For this reason, Hunters have been known to use cattle-prod tasers to incapacitate cats in order to capture them and will hook them up to car batteries with electrical wires in order to torture them. Lower voltages will simply prevent a cat from transforming or healing, while higher voltages can easily knock out or even kill a Werecat.Silver - Silver hurts a were-cat, by weakening them and can kill a cat if it is left in for a few hours .Aconite - Aconite if untreated, will kill a werecat.THE BIOGRAPHYTHE BEGINNING:My name is Ekaterina Petrushanko. I was born on January 3rd, 2003, to Mr. Petrushanko and Mrs. Mikhailova-Petrushanko. My parents lived in New York City, New York, but moved to Beacon Hills, California, to start a new job, working as a police officer, while my mother became a substitute teacher at Beacon Hills High School. I finished the last year at the school.PRESENT LIFE: Now I am going to college and working my way to becoming a police officer. On one of the nights that I was walking the campus in LA, I was bitten by something big and heavy, then it was gone. That full moon, I shifted to a panther and tore through the forest, just to be safe. The next day, I awoke in the woods - naked. I hurried home to my dorm and quickly took a shower and got cleaned up. Throughout the next few years, I would learn to adapt to my cat form and learned to control my shifts, so that I could do partial shifts. I have returned home, to Beacon Hills, and now work as a rookie at the Beacon Hill's Police Office as well as helping the pack when they need it.THE FUTURE:This will be written soon. (c) made by creativian

dark echo.

03/03/2024 12:05 PM 


a hidden soft spot for stray animals. despite her tough exterior, she can't resist helping out a furry friend in need, often taking in stray cats or dogs she encounters on her nocturnal expert in parkour, using her agility and quick reflexes to navigate the urban landscape with ease. She enjoys the thrill of leaping across rooftops and scaling walls, making her an elusive target for pursuers.a collection of antique lockpicks and tools passed down through generations of thieves in her family. She takes pride in her heritage and the skills she inherited, treating her tools with care and reverence.a favorite rooftop in the city where she goes to relax and clear her mind after a heist. From her vantage point high above the bustling streets, she finds solace in the quiet solitude of the night.a talent for languages and can speak several fluently, using her linguistic skills to blend into different cultures and environments seamlessly. This makes her a valuable asset in international heists and espionage operations.a code of honor that she adheres to, refusing to steal from those who are truly in need or unable to defend themselves. Despite her criminal activities, she has a sense of morality that guides her actions.a talent for disguise, often assuming different personas to gain access to high-security areas or gather information unnoticed. From wealthy socialite to street vendor, she can convincingly portray a wide range of characters.a knack for improvisation and can quickly adapt to unexpected situations. Whether it's escaping from a tight spot or concocting a last-minute diversion, she always manages to stay one step ahead of her adversaries.


03/03/2024 01:16 PM 


~ Don't Spam~ I only play character~ I wont go to discord~ Don't play my character for me~ I swing both ways~ Dont be rude~ I prefer plot discussion


03/03/2024 01:15 PM 

Character Info

Name - Jessica Krupnick RabbitOther names - Mrs. Rabbit, Jessie, Love-cupHair Color - RedEye Color - GreenAge - 36-41Height - Six footOccupation - Actress, Performer at the Ink and Paint Club, Nurse (in Tummy Trouble), Park ranger (in Trail Mix-Up), Private EyeHome - ToontownLikes - Roger Rabbit, singing, performing, flirting, displaying femininityDislikes - Dip, being accused of killing Marvin Acme, being spied on, Roger in danger, Paraphernalia, Pistol, Mallet, Frying pan, Bear trap (hidden in her spacious breast cleavage)

Wild Kitten

03/02/2024 03:58 PM 

[M+18] The Change [Drabble. 1]

No one believes in the supernatural, until they are met with it. I sure as hell didn't believe in it, until I became one. I had thought it was only the wind blowing a tree around and some old sheet metal   that had been left behind by someone. But I felt a shove, of a large animal on me and teeth, huge, sink into my neck. I thought; I am going to die.  As soon as the animal had left, I checked my neck and saw that it was a huge bite. I wrapped the scarf around my neck to stop the bleeding and when to my dorm, to get cleaned up and to stitch my neck together with a stapler. How hard can it be? It only took four stitches to get it back together. I placed a clean scarf around my neck and threw the other in a metal trash can and set it on fire. Once it was done disintegrating, I put the fire out and when on my way. The full moon came that month as that was when IT happened. The Change. I was in the woods luckily when it happened and had the freedom to move and do what I needed to do, but I also knew that their would-be times that I wouldn't be able to shift.I was still in LA, California. In the big city. Not a lot of room to do anything, save for the mini ravines or woods, to escape to. That is what I did. I hid in a hollow tree. I hid behind a bush and let the change happen.  My body, tried to fight the urge. It was excruciating.  It started with my eyes. Changing from their brown colored hues to green and multi-colored rainbow until they settled to a green-brown vision. The next was my hands shifting and lengthen over and over again, then it was my body, my legs lengthen, and turned to paws. Standing after a few minutes of pain and body shifting, I stood, now as a black panther with yellow-green eyes. I stretched my limbs out one at a time and felt the power in my limbs. I didn't know where or what I was going to do the rest of the night, but one thing I knew, I was no longer human, but something else. A were-panther. I decided that I would go hunting. My stomach had growled earlier, before I made the change, and I didn't want to leave without something in my stomach. I sat down after one more stretch and lifted my nose to the sky and opened my jaws slightly, breathing and out, letting the scents wash over me. This so much. It's too over-whelming. My mind raced a million thoughts and I had to shut it up and focus. "Focus, you idiot." I whispered out-loud as I drew in a big breath and steadily let it out. "That's better. Now focus."I did I drew in my breath and listened for the sounds of animals pecking, wings flapping, hooves pounding the earth, and much more. I simply took it all in and then homed in on the scent I wanted to follow. A Deer.I let my cat instincts take over and before long, I was giving chance to a buck. A young one at least. I raced after it and launched myself onto it's back. Clinging to it with my four paws, digging my claws into it. A few bucks and I latched my jaw around the nap of its neck and clamped down. Hard. The sudden drop of the deer, as it lost control of its body, almost made me lose my grip, but I held on. It was paralyzed, but not dead. I climbed off of it as it cried in pain. The sound made me feel almost guilty. It was loud and pathetic. It hurt my now over-sensitive hearing. Poor thing. I pushed the thought aside and leaped at its throat, clamping down once more, silencing it quickly.  Blood poured out and painted my teeth and jaws in red. I released the deer, letting its head hit my paws. I quickly looked around.Next was finding a place to eat. I looked around and saw a clearing not far ahead. I dragged the deer, to the spoty and tore into it. but the time I was done devouring, I had blood all over my front and muzzle. I began to clean myself, and grew tired, from the heavy meal I had. I licked my right paw and washed it over my face a few times, licking in-between, but that didn't help. I sniffed the air. :I hope there is a stream nearby. I thought as I rose to my paws and heading in the direction that I smelled water. Yes! I thought as I neared a stream, that ran through the forest. I leaped into it and began to swim around. It was cold to the touch, but it soon warmed up and I was wading through it. The blood that was on me, was now almost gone, washed away by the water flowing away. After I made sure I was clean, I climbed out and rested on a flat rock, and licked my fur clean. I soon fell asleep and dozed off until the first ray of sun hit me in the face. I blinked and yawned. I was now human once more. I rose and stretched, then raced to the spot my clothes were left in and put them on as quickly as I could. I finished just as people started stirring for the day. I quickly left the alleyway and went to the local coffee shop and grabbed two coffees and some muffins. I made my way back to my dorm and walked inside to the kitchen. I was starving, despite having had the deer. I put everything on the counter and began to stuff my face. I practically inhaled the muffins, barely chewing them. Then I drank the coffees, as fast as I could swallow. Once I was done, I went to my side of the bedroom, flopped down on my bed and fell asleep.   (c) made by creativian


03/02/2024 03:29 PM 

MM Lara Lor-Van

Multi-Muse/ Lara Lor-Van End of the Innocence MM Post from @shakeitoff Her heart was breaking. For months, the Science Council dismissed her husband's reports about the imminent destruction of Krypton. They had even used the birth of their son Kal to prove that Jor was incapable of being believed. Were they insane? Every night, Jor would come home exhausted by the continued rejection of the Science Council. He'd often kiss her, kiss their son and return to the lab to work alone. It was a vicious cycle.  Lara Lor-Van was standing beside the crib of their infant son. Kal was sleeping so soundly. His head was full of dark black hair that looked almost blue. Long eyelashes curled over one another as cherubic cheeks looked creamy soft with the innocence of a newborn babe. A tear escaped her left eye and raced down her cheek. “What kind of man will you become Kal-El? Will you be everything your father and I hope for? The legacy of this entire planet rests on your shoulders.” She whispered softly so as not to disturb the baby as he slept. She knew what was coming.Ground quake activity was increasing. It was a miracle in and of itself that she'd been able to lay her son down for a nap. For some reason that still evaded Jor's investigation, Krypton's orbit was decaying. He shared his findings with his wife who was his intellectual equal. It made no sense to her either. The one thing they both knew was Krypton didn't have much time left.She felt the ground under her feet start to move. The pending tremor widened her eyes. She lifted the sleeping infant from his crib and sheltered him as the quake violently shook the residence of the El family. She used her entire body to protect him from the falling debris that started as pebbles. Over her head she saw a huge chunk falling down right over her head. Was it going to end this way? Would she die protecting her son from a planet that was determined to see him dead?Over her head the giant piece of the roof of their home was stopped in mid air. Jor was standing there with an anti-gravity gun pointing at the chunk. “Lara! Hurry!” He shouted.  She took off running holding the baby as close as possible. Jor had actually not only held that one chunk up over her head but the entire ceiling so she could run to him with their son in safety. As soon as she and the baby were safe, Jor wrapped his arms around both of them. Lara knew what he was doing. He was saying goodbye. “This way.”The lab was just ahead. Inside was one of his prototype rockets. He'd sent several small animals into space with previous rockets including their family dog. This one was the biggest yet. Still it wasn't big enough for all 3 of them. “Quickly! Get inside with the baby!” He told her as he made his way to the control panel.Her worst fears were realized. This particular quake gave Krypton less than an hour to go. She moved toward the rocket with the hatch open. She lay her beautiful baby inside and placed a tender kiss on his brow. She hit the buttons on the panel of the ship itself to seal Kal inside. She returned to her husband's side. “No. Our son will live on to carry the legacy of his people. My place is at your side.”One of the things that Jor loved about Lara was her mind. She was as brilliant as she was beautiful. He knew he couldn't fight with her, instead he continued the launch sequence. Both of them knew their son would be given a chance to live on Earth. Born on a world with a red sun, Kal-El would have an advantage over those born on Earth who had a yellow sun.Lara watched as the rocket launched high into the pink skies over Kryptonopolis. Emotions overwhelmed her as she watched her baby escape his planet's doom. Once he was safely out of the visual range, Lara clung tightly to her husband.  As the rocket sped away from Krypton, the planet known for treasuring Science above all else was no more. The brilliant light that accompanied the deaths of millions of people reflected on the rocket of the one tiny baby that would be proof they existed. Lara's body was gone but hope existed in the form of her son.  credit: james kriet


03/02/2024 02:17 PM 

last November

  A tiny pitter patter from a set of knuckles landed against the once closed door, a concerned voice trying it's best to meet a set of deaf ears as it crept open, "Cason.. it's been weeks.. you need sunlight.." Tiny hesitated footsteps peppered the floor, trying their best to not step on any of the ramen cups or energy cans that now decorated the hard wood. A sigh of defeat parted from her lips as her bare foot struck one of the paper cups, forcing her to bend over and dare look at the orange label that encircled it. "and maybe some real food." But still, the room fell silent despite the concerning voice that called out. "Cas.. Gia misses her father.. I miss my.. husband.. i- i miss you.. you need to come back to the real world.. our world.. baby, it's time.."His back was arched, boney fingers daring to press down on the black and white keys that lined the piano before him. A lit blunt dangled from his dry lips as his blonde mane covered his once vibrant blue hues; black hoodie draped over his skeleton like frame as if it were hiding him from the world around him; a much needed safe space. The blonde didn't bother to pick up his head that hung, blue crystals dazed as he stared at the piano infront of him, completely unphased by the company that took a seat next to him on the wooden bench. It wasn't until her whole being was  pressed up against him; arm nudging into his, that his attention soon pulled to the familiar female. Hues flickering in her direction, a daring look upon his sculpted features. Forewarning her that it wasn't the time, or the place. "are you working on anything?" she finally hummed, completely naive to her surroundings; small hands fell into her lap as her small fingers played with themselves, unconsciously toying with the ring that hugged her ring finger tightly. Guiding his large hand towards his face, allowing his index and middle finger to cup the blunt accordingly, plucking it from his dry tiers. The movement from his moist tongue gathered in the pit of his mouth, leaving it to be the only sound to meet either of their ears. A small gesture towards a huge question; only to be met with a stubborn head nod."you know none of this is your fault.. right? things like this happen all the time.." her faint words were cut off as he immediately shifted his free hand up, signaling for her to stop.. and for a minute there, she did. "we can try again.. we can ask the doctors for a little help.." Tall lanky frame shifted up and onto his feet causing him to manuever around the bench, a sudden urge to rage washing over him as he did so. Necklaces dangled around his neck as he bent over, occupied hand racing to his face as he tucked the blunt back between his lips. Both eager hands grabbed a hold of the edge of his bench, lifting it up and trying his hardest to toss it out towards the center of the room in a fit of rage; forcing the small female to stagger to her feet. scared.Now aware as the weight was lifted from the two person seat, the blonde lifted up his end; forcing the opposing end off the floor. And within a matter of seconds the bench was sent crashing down against the hard wood; one time after another, a repeated method of madness, until the bench was no more. A shrilled cry filled the room as it slipped from his lips, only to be muffled by the barrier of the blunt; chest heaved as the sudden wave of wears dared to paint his pale cheeks. Cason's body had gone limp in defeat, knees threatening to give out from beneath him if it wasn't for her small frame colliding into his without another thought.  


03/02/2024 09:24 PM 


~ Don't spam~ Be kind to me out of character~ I prefer plot discussion~ I swing both ways, aslong as I am sub~ Be advised, she is a mime, she won't speak most of the time~ I send photos sometimes to visualize the rp better, you dont have to~ English isn't my first lang...~ I only play my character~ I will not move to discord~ Do not control my character for me~ I can do mature, but there has to be plot~ I have a very big love for people that are bigger and stronger. (M & F)More later on~~~


03/02/2024 09:23 PM 

Character Info

Name ~ HenrietteHeight ~ 5'5Hair ~ Black & WhiteOccupation ~ MimeOrientation ~ BiNationality ~ French Hobbies ~ Star Gazing, Doing Mime things, louging at home, being goofy


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