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╰► 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ⸻ Daniel's relationship with his father and 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐬. 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗹'𝘀 𝗗𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘆: •Father's Shadow — October 24th... — Gabriel, was a good man. Intelligent, disciplined, and fiercely devoted to his work, he was the kind of man people learned to respect long before they ever got the chance to know him. He was also a detective, which meant that, even when he was home, a part of him was always somewhere else, chasing answers to questions that never seemed to end. I was thirteen when I began to understand that being loved and being seen were not necessarily the same thing. As the youngest son, I had always felt a little out of place beside my brother, Danilo. He had everything of Gabriel: his temperament, his discipline, his seriousness, even the way he carried himself. They understood each other in ways I could never quite comprehend. Then there was me. Loud, restless, shamelessly extroverted, with a peculiar sense of humor that rarely knew when to behave. I could make a joke out of almost anything, including the things that hurt, and my father never quite knew what to do with that part of me. I wasn't a reflection of the man he was, and perhaps that was precisely what made it so difficult for him to understand the man I was becoming. I used to wonder whether he would have looked at me differently if I had been more like my brother. Whether he would have lingered a little longer, asked a few more questions, or looked at me with the same quiet pride I sometimes caught in his eyes when he looked at Danilo. I never had any proof that I was his least favorite son. Children rarely need proof, though. Sometimes, all it takes is a thousand small silences to make a boy believe he comes second. My mother was building a career of her own, and my father was forever consumed by his cases. Neither of them was a bad parent, and I have never wanted to pretend otherwise. But their lives were full, and mine was beginning to feel like something I had to fill by myself. I found comfort in places where nobody expected me to be anyone in particular. ╰► [2] — By sixteen, I had developed a taste for alcohol, first out of curiosity,
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ˖⁺ . ⩩ ͛ INTRODUCTION ⠀[…] ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ “good job stanley.” ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ∙ ⠀ bryan hodukavich, RE rpg ⠀⠀⠀ ∙ ⠀ mid-to-late 20s , date of birth - September 2, 1996 ⠀⠀⠀ ∙ ⠀ casted with austin abrams ⠀⠀⠀ ∙ ⠀ singleship — reserved for @loverprgnt ⠀⠀⠀ ∙ ⠀ lit style ⠀⠀⠀ ∙ ⠀ penned by Tulip, 21+ & they/them ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⋆·˚ ༘ * admin’s note⠀[…]⠀ Everyone is welcome to dm me, I don’t bite but haters will be blocked and not welcomed here⠀ ⠀ ⠀ /ask for removal of tag if you didn’t want one⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ˖ ⠀⁄ ݁ ⠀ format creds : @katseditinghelp ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ˖ ⠀⁄ ݁ ⠀ #residentevil
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's ° CAMERA ROLL || 📸 🎀🎧 Prettiest friends of a pretty girl. You all hold a special place in my heart. I cherish all of our memories together. You're all mental and you're the reason I survive this weird place. Thank you for having me and for putting up with my behavior, you crazy kids. #rp #openrp #adultcontent #adultrp #cameraroll
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. ❞ ⠀⠀ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 🍴 ⵓ Some encounters begin with an introduction. Others with a glance, a conversation over a glass of wine, a few notes of opera, or an invitation to dinner whose menu it might be wiser not to question. Nothing needs to be decided in advance. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ All characters are welcome. Canon characters, original characters, crossovers, or entirely different universes, no boundary is truly impossible to cross when an encounter can give rise to an interesting story. Bring your character and Hannibal will gladly take care of the rest. After all, a good roleplay is much like an excellent dinner. It all depends on what each person brings to the table. #multimuserp #crossoverrp #standalonerp #literaterp
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Connections - I think we’ve lived many lives together. We were stars, we were plants, we were rocks in a river bed. We are two souls meeting, but not for the first time. It has always been you and I. — Meg Writing - 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐧 , [𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬] : Usually, this is a lot more detailed. But, it’s hard to do for Grace because he literally has no one. Also, yes, I know this is slightly different in colour than the other posts. I don’t know what I did to fuck it up. - 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 . . . 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗔𝗰𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙
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- - She didn’t love easy and she definitely didn’t love softly. She loved recklessly and loudly. She loved obsessively and possessively, crossing lines between healthy and toxic. She loved painfully and deadly, a “me or no one” mentality. She loved how Harley loved Joker. How Hades loved Persephone. How Lestat loved Queen Akasha. Her love is not for the weak, for she does not love quietly or apologetically. She loves fiercely and proudly, like a lioness watching over her pride. She loves with the deathly grip of October before November comes and takes the spirits away. She loves like a child fighting to share her favorite toy. She loves like a knight loves his queen. Dangerous and scandalous. Her love is unforgettable and exhausting, but once you have it, once you’re blessed with a taste of it, you’ll never find anything else like it. - - [tags] #standalonerp #darkrp #openrp #reviveliteraterp #crimerp
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- Location: Chicago, IL Sub-Location: Cemetery on the outskirts of the city Date: June 21, 2026 Time: 5:32pm Weather: Sunny, humid, 87 degrees. Main Character: October Reign - - What does a person say to someone that’s dead? Everything, she supposed. Still, for some reason, October just couldn’t seem to say what she wanted to. What she needed to. Chocolate orbs stared for a long time at the headstone. Eyes constantly drifting, her inward thoughts repeating the words over and over as if the mantra could calm everything down. Could calm the raging anxiety of a fucking crisis forming deep within the pit of her gut. 𝓡𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓡𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓷 𝓞𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 23, 1967 - 𝓕𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 22, 2017 Why did she put herself through this every year? Why did she allow herself to go through this stupid anxiety attack. That fucking man died when she was twenty-one. On her twenty-first birthday, like…ugh. Why did she entertain the dead bastard? Because he was her father. Because even though he beat her. Even though he dropped her from a six foot tall tree. Even though he tried to kill her and hurt her…he had his good side too. He enrolled her in archery at five, he bought her a year’s worth of Rosetta Stone and she learned different languages. He enrolled her in gymnastics and she was head cheerleader in high school. Of course, they were gifts of guilt. Rory Reign only gave them to October out of guilt of hurting her. Out of guilt of hating her, but not able to get rid of her. She saw it as love. As some twisted form of affection, because she couldn’t accept the one man that was supposed to love her unconditionally never did. She couldn’t accept that she was never good enough. No matter how hard she tried. “You’re worthless.” “You’re a burden.” “Stop fucking crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.” Those were words that were constantly on repeat in her mind, words she constantly heard growing up. They were words she desperately needed to prove wrong, words that were etched in some of the deepest abyss of her very soul. Because to her, they were true. She heard them so much, they had to be true. (cic)
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Dear Colt Flint, How do I love you? Let me count the ways~ bahaha! Get out of here with that weak ass shit! For real though, I fuckin’ love you. You wild, bipolar, manic ass mother fucker. You’re just amazing. You do the craziest shit, you sing with a voice like a God. You make my knees shake and my heart race. Who needs meth when I’ve got a Colt? Every day is a fucking new adventure with you, baby. You’re always making me laugh and smile, you’re always thinking about me and what I need. You have the best kisses, the kindest hands, and the biggest schlong~ Your eyes are fucking beautiful, if I could stare into them for hours I would. If I could jump and swim in them I would. Your hair is soft~ You always smell like gasoline and motor oil, but that’s okay. It’s sexy and rugged, you wild beast~ You make my heart skip and I get these stupid butterflies. Ugh, I fucking love you baby! I love how you love your bike. I love how determined and stubborn you are. I love how you talk, I love how you cry. Okay, that one is kind of a lie. You can be a pretty big ass cry baby and it’s annoying, but I love you still~ you’re just an emotional Sagittarius, it’s okay. I know we’ve had our ups and the devil knows we definitely had our downs, but love is supposed to be a wild ride and there’s nobody else I wanna ride this crazy rollercoaster with. With love, October ps: you’re the bestest, sweetest softest boy. My precious, adorable good boy.
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“I’m a freak, baby. I’m obsessive and possessive. I’m not for the weak of heart. If you fuck around with me that means we’re more alike than you could ever imagine.” //message if you want to connect~
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- Location: Somewhere in Ohio Sub-Location: Run down carnival Date: June 16, 198X Time: 2:34pm Weather: High 80s, humid and cloudy with 75% chance of rain Main Characters: October and Colt ( @thxkiilingmoon ) Ship-name: Ocolt (pronounced: a cult. Ha.) - - It was a beautiful masterpiece frozen in time, rugged and vintage all in one. The grass yellowed and dead beneath their feet; matching black high top converse echoing in the unnatural silence that surrounded them. Red and white paint peeling like a candy cane, curling into itself and splintering apart like wicked finger nails. Horses on the merry-go-round frozen in what looked like perpetual horror. Cobwebs drifting lazily in the air from broken wooden pillars that once held nostalgic games. “Wowza, babes. This place is wild.” October’s words were airy, breathless. It was hauntingly beautiful, enchanting in a way. Her right hand held Colt’s tight, their fingers intertwined. She could feel his pulse against hers, their wrists touching and grounding each other in this unknown moment. Her slender fingers on her left hand nervously pulled on the neck strap of her polaroid camera, a surprised gift from Colt that warmed her heart more than words could ever express. Something felt off though, she didn’t know how to explain it. The atmosphere was off, something tense in it. Causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand, she felt like eyes were on them. Watching every step they took deeper into the carnival. Her adrenaline began to kick in as the wind suddenly picked up. Gray storm clouds rolling in and the roll of thunder booming in the distance. “You hear that?” Colt’s words a low gravely whisper, his fingers tightening around October’s as if he was afraid she would disappear. October’s brow furrowed in slight confusion as she looked up at him, what did he mean? Then she heard it. “Is that..music?” As the two walked farther in, things began to change. Subtly, like if you blinked you’d miss it. The cracked beams and the cow webs had disappeared, replaced by new wood and polished atmosphere. Laughter filled the air, the smell of popcorn and cotton candy drifting around them like a wool blanket. (cic)
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“I was never one to feel whole. I was always just broke, tiny pieces of me shattered around the cracked edges. Yet, you stood there with your glue, ready to put me back together and I thanked you for it.” [ tags: #igrp #literaterp #darkrp #crimerp ]
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