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  follow. muses. laws. navi.
Do not reblog RPs.
This is becoming more and more prominent. If you are not the one that is the other half of the writing pair in an RP, do not reblog the post. Nevermind that it messes up the writerâs activity, which is how we track our threads, but they are private. Like the post all you want, do not put it on your blog. It is not tolerated, nor it is appreciated.
â Â I believe the answer to that question, Â Â
                 like the answer to most questions,Â
        is FUCK YOU. â Â
                       REBLOG FOR A STARTER.
please R E B L O G this if youâre an active, literate roleplayer who is okay with darker plots !!! iâm having a hard time finding muses to interact with. thanks in advance !!
â --Â Welcome to the creepshow.
Who is the shadow crawling at your feet,
the ugly nightmare that haunts you in wonderland?
Your breathing is hitching,
body is shaking, blood is pouring.
Sheâs laughing; maniacally while destroying you,
pointing a finger at you, painting dead butterflies o'er you.
â -- literate || AU || reblog/follow || roleplayers only
                ă her heart and soul resides in a ăŽăŒăčăăżăŠăł. ă               original character. roleplay. nsfw. independent & selective.                 Ⳡreblog = a one-liner starter ; â  follow = a âfriendâ
Z E L O ...from the Greek and Roman God Mythology âZelusâ whom was the god of rivalry.
This kid is as ruthless as it gets. Has beaten several of his opponents to death with nothing but his bare hands. Known for Grand theft auto, Robery, Smuggling illegal merch and Kidnapping.
Warning: Approach at your own risk Like | Reblog | Follow mirrored literacy | indipent rp | AU | Intro | +18 approach mun for plotting.
Are you ready for the end of the World?
I once had it all, Mother Nature favored me.
It wonât come from the Heaven above us,
But like i fool i crossed her,
but from the ground beneath us.
and everything was taken away from me.
OC · Single verse/ship · NSFW · Non-selective · Like · Follow · Reblog
Reblog if you RP NSFW
Iâm curious, and remember that doesnât just mean smut. It also means gore, violence, abuse and stuff around those lines
âDo not judge my story based on the chapter you walked in on.â                  Hunter         Reblog - Follow - OC - LIT - ILLIT -             read about page before interactingÂ
đ« â if you would like a starter please reblog this, and if you want to plot like this.
douxttueur:
[ text : Yang ] Donât be a baby about it, if it wasnât you fine I believer you. Sorry. Where are you?
[text] I am not being a baby I am being offended at such acquisitions but your apology is accepted and I am home..why?
[ text: Yang ] Letâs hang out.
[text] sure..but bring me food. Itâs for accusing me of stealing.
[ text: Yang ] I'm not bring you food, how about you cook yourself something. I said was sorry, so you can't hold it against me since you said it was fine. [ text: Yang ] plus I still haven't found it !Â
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` đŠ Â â 10:00 PM.  âIn my mind, in my head this is where we all came fromâ the music played aloud as the assassin entered the club, hearing growing focused â1 2 3 4âČ the DJ screamed into his mic, signalling a beat drop, causing the crowd to roar ,hyping up all but OphĂ©lia. Her mind was set, she was focused on the goal, and the goal for tonight wasnât to party, as much as she loved doing so, there were a couple of unloyal criminals her father ordered her to take care of. Truthfully, if asked a few months ago,sheâd complain about being her fatherâs personal hit woman, but now she no longer fought what she was, no longer holding back how much she enjoyed her hidden activities,something inside her could only be healed and fixed when taking anotherâs life. Scanning the club, an hour later , finally the girl spots her targets. Crooked expressions of pure evil grazes her lips, sheâd use her appearance and charm as usual, knowing how unresistable she was against men in general, but even more so with men who had been drinking. Approaching her victims, coyishly she smiles, dragging her fingers through her hair , alluring them with her body language and seductive tone, the music sounding muffled as she focused on their voices. âHey guys, enjoying yourselves? I was wonderingâ She said with a pause, tracing her finger over one of the males collar âIf youâd both consider having a bit more fun.â Daring glances towards the second victim, her lip is captured casually between her teeth, raising her brows suggestively before taking off towards the upper levels of the club, entering a V.I.P room. 11:45 PM. In the distance, the men discuss her familiarity, but canât put a finger on it due to her new look, short hair and such dark makeup, a drunken mind could barely decipher. Nevertheless little heads tempt them into their deaths, following the damsel up to the room, they humor her games as she appears just on the other side of the door, standing at the foot of the bed with a thin piece of rope. There would be no fun in killing them so quickly, OphĂ©lia enjoyed taking her time to enjoy the fun, she allowed the men to approach and feel her up, exchanging chaste lipped kisses, ending up on the bed, straddling one male while tying the other to the bed frame. âLetâs play, play as if itâs your last.â Devilishly she smirks,placing kisses over the chest below her, yet something was up, the tied male couldnât fight his thoughts, and stared at her curiously, asking her name moments later, she knew he was getting the idea and so she admits, and speaks her name. â OphĂ©lia â 12:12 PM. The look on his face feuild her, the bulging of his eyes and yanking of his wrist, she raises her dress,gripping and raising her hand after taking a dagger from the strap on her upper thigh, twisting it within her fingers and placing itâs sharp edge against the inside of his cheek,leaning in as the male underneath her acts quickly, pushing her off from his waist, she twist to face him, throwing her knife to only graze the side of his bicep, and the blade sticking into the wall. Quickly, she pulls out her phone from her bra ( ⊠IM ⊠➠Charlie ) âȘ I need you, head near Club Octagon right now, there is a man in a button up blouse and black jeans, buzz cut fade and a wounded arm, find him and hold him.
12:30 PM. Sending her text, rising from the mattress, yanking her dagger from the wall, standing to face the door and slowly shutting it once more. â You know..We could have had a lot more fun if you just..Werenât so nosy..But isnât that what got you into this situation..Curiosity kills the cat, no?â Without letting him get a single word past a muffled stutter, her blade enters through his eye, blood spewing across the right side of her face, she exhales in satisfaction, twisting the knife and pulling it free, texting one of her fathers men to handle the clean up while she heads out, following droplets of blood she spots in order to find the escaped victim she was sure he was out of the club by now, but she was unworried, knowing the pattern in men like this, having grown up with them since childhood.Â
  đ« -- Late a night she had set up the living room like a home theater. With her son drinking his milk and her uncle visiting her and her son DJ for the weekend. She decided to stay home with them, she really wasn't one to go clubbing. She enjoyed spending time with her son more than anyone else that's. They both were making popcorn on the stove with DJ clinging on to her neck. Charlie laughed as she looked over at him kissing his cheek. âWho loves you the most?â She asked him only to watch him hide in her neck. âUncle Jesse!â He exclaimed, making the old man laugh as he drinks his beer. âBWO!?â She said to DJ with a hint of laughter as she starts tickling. âWhat did you say ??â She asked making him laugh as she playfully chases him around the kitchen.Â
  His high squeal laughter filled the room as he tries to hide behind the couch. Charlie pretends to pout with her arms crossed against her slim figure. The shorty cheek boy ran over to her and kissed her cheek so she would stop pouting. âI love you Mommy.â Capturing her son in her arms she laughs and holds him tightly and spins him around with a soft smile. âI love you too baby boy. Let's get the popcorn.â She lifts him up as she shoves her uncle's head after seeing his smile and walks into the kitchen as she grabs the bowl pouring the butter popcorn in the sliver deep bowl. Both of them headed back to the living room and right on the couch the flop on.   Into the night they watched his favorite movie cars, seeing it a billion of times. DJ fell asleep in her arms curled up, she carried him upstairs and placed him in bed tucking him in with a kiss goodnight. Making sure his night light was on, she carefully shut the door walking downstairs to wake her uncle up who knocked out just like Dj. âKaja, are you staying here in the living room? or take the guest room?â She asked moving to sit down she grabbed her phone after hearing a ding, a long yawn escaping her lips as she reads the message. â Ophelia ..âÂ
 Thinking of the young female, she groaned a bit knowing she wasn't going to be back in the morning. âI have to job to do. Please what DJ till I get back.â She says as she stood up sliding on her heel boots. With no protesting her uncle let her go. The hunter grabs her keys and her knife as she heads out driving off to the club. Knowing she wouldn't need much for humans, she headed out in her gray hummer right to Club Octagon. Ophelia and Charlie go way back being bushiness partners. Charlie would help Ophelia with some of her workloads, she really didn't mind. At least it became a problem since it wasn't her style but she came to an understanding with the younger female.Â
 Pulling up into the side, Charlie was already pissed not that she hated it. It was like a whirlwind of nothingness. The more angry she felt the less she cared about, seeing that the younger one couldn't handle a job though. It just wasnât like the assassin to do a mistake like that. Charlie stepped foot into the club instantly spotting the man in a button up blouse wearing black jeans, buzz cut fade and a wounded arm. Fitting the description to a tea, she walked over as she slams her hand into his neck with full force stopping his airway. Watching him drop to the ground she tilts her head to the side looking him over, and the trail he had behind him. âYou should've let her kill you. I'm worse.â She said a chill running through the air. Her music was easily blocked out and the crowd seemed to ignore their whole situation.   Charlie picked him up with ease as she heads back into the direction of the room he came from, stopping right in front of Ophelia in the hallway. âYou called me to kill up this mess? Seriously? Were there ten of them?â She asked as she shoves the guy into the wall as her eyes scan the hallway. She grabs her gun from her heel boot and shoots the cameras from each end of the hallway. âIll get the tapes, you finish this. I'll be back. â She said as she heads off to the security office not surprised. She takes the tapes and erases them, walking back as she hides into a corner hearing foot steps marching her way. Calling Ophelia she groans annoyed. âThat guy brought friends. Where are you?â
douxttueur:
[ text : Yang ] Donât be a baby about it, if it wasnât you fine I believer you. Sorry. Where are you?
[text] I am not being a baby I am being offended at such acquisitions but your apology is accepted and I am home..why?
[ text: Yang ] Let's hang out.
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[ text : Yang ] You were the last on in my house, and I donât misplace things. Can you check around your place at least, maybe I left it there some how.
[text] I am extremely offended..people donât just take guns so I am 100% sure itâs not me.
[ text : Yang ] Don't be a baby about it, if it wasn't you fine I believer you. Sorry. Where are you?