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𝓞𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓡𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓷

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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~ by @withlove.october

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Yo~ What is up, my friends~ It’s your girl, Panda, sliding in with Rules & Regulations because, why not?
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1. I prefer the literate, 3rd person POV. So, if you could do the same. Spanks~

2. This account is considered multi-ship. I respect those single ships, so no worries on that, my guys.

3. Though it is multi-ship, if there’s a really good connection with a character I may consider switching to single.

4. October is a very complex and pain in the ass character, but she’s fun and honest. Make sure you’re up for a migraine before interaction.

5. I totally prefer IC talk, but I’m cool with OOC and developing friendships on here. It can make the stories flow more easily. Just indicate, like //, (), ooc: if you are talking out of character.

6. Okay! I totally prefer like 2 bubbles, 50+ lines when roleplaying, but don’t feel like you have to meet it. At least give me 10 lines, yeah?

7. Please do not rush me for replies. Anyone that roleplays with me knows, I do not rush on my side. It’s like the first thing I always tell people. So, show the same respect~

8. That being said! If i haven’t responded in like 3+ weeks, totally remind a bitch. Cause, my mind is that anxious and depressive shit and it just kinda goes everywhere and anywhere at times.

9. I’ll be honest, I am so awful with plotting and discussing. If I really want to roleplay with someone, I’ll just send them a random starter, it’s usually short, but still. I’m reaching out and trying here, but if that’s not your thing just totally let me know. No harm, no foul.

10. Lastly, I have no triggers. I’m all about the dark romance, thriller, psychological, crime, mafia genres. Anything that gets the heart pumping, really. You wanna stalk me? Bruh, let’s go!

11. We’re here to have fun! So, let’s fucking have fun!
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[tags] #igrp #literaterp #darkrp #crimerp by @withlove.october

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5 months ago

Full Name: October Felicity Reign
Nickname(s): Octy, Rabbit, Oc, Oct
Alias: n/a
Age: 30 years old
Date of Birth: February 22
Astrological Sign (Sun): Pisces
Astrological Sign (Moon): Ares
Astrological Sign (Rising): Aquarius
Height: 5’4
Eyes: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Birthplace: Memphis, TN
Residence: New York, NY
Languages: English, Italian, German, Russian, and Japanese

🐈‍⬛ RELATIONSHIPS 🐈‍⬛
Parents: Rory and Vanessa Reign; Vanessa died giving birth to October
Siblings: n/a
Uncle(s): Victor Reign, Sheldon Stone
Aunt(s): Trinity Stone
Cousin(s): A lot
Future Baby Daddy/TwinFlame/Favorite Pain In Her Ass: @thxkillingmoon
Love Of Her Life/Obsession: @lect.er66

🐈‍⬛ EDUCATION/PROFESSION 🐈‍⬛
Education: University of Illinois Chicago
Profession: Registered Nurse

🐈‍⬛ FAVORITES 🐈‍⬛
Food: Sushi, pumpkin pie, and those peanut butter sandwiches
Musical Artist: Too many, but mainly whatever fits her mood
Song: Sex and Candy
Film: Rocky Horror Picture Show
Books: Superstitious by R.L. Stine
Color(s): Purple
Drink: Screwdriver, wine
Hobbies: Writing poetry, tik tok dances, sudoku

🐈‍⬛ Habits 🐈‍⬛
-Observes and categorizes things quickly in her photographic memory
-Nibbles her bottom lip when she’s unsure
-Tongue sticks out and wraps around upper lip when thinking or concentrating
-Cracks her neck and knuckles
-smokes weed at least three times a day if not more
-Vapes when she’s stressed

🐈‍⬛ EXTRAS 🐈‍⬛
-Has a black cat named Salem
-Works for the mafia on the side
-Beats up mentally ill men. (Ask Colt)

[Tags] #igrp #crimerp #literaterp #darkrp by @withlove.october

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6 months ago

Octy Core 🧡🐈‍⬛🎃
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#standalonerp #reviveliteraterp by @withlove.october

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3 months ago

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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.
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[tags] #standalonerp #darkrp #openrp #reviveliteraterp #crimerp by @withlove.october

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3 months ago

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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
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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) by @withlove.october

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4 months ago

Dear Hannibal Lecter,

Once upon a time, there was a woman who had given up on the very idea of human decency. She was broken and damaged and she was tired of living the same life day end and day out. So, she decided to actually do something about it and went to see a psychiatrist. As soon as she stepped through the threshold of that office her life completely changed.

Lines between professionalism and personal blurred and I fell hard and way too fast. You didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, you seemed rather smitten yourself or maybe I’m just imaging things. Maybe I’m just hoping that we share the same feelings. Is it normal for you to give me butterflies? Is it normal for me to want to do everything for you.

I’ve told you, I’d kill for you. I’d do anything for you and I hope you know I mean it. I talk a lot, but I back up my actions. You’re my daddy, my protector and in return, I protect you and give you the salvation you didn’t even know you wanted or needed. You might think that’s rather bold of me to say, but I can’t help but think and hope I make you blush when you think about me in ways you shouldn’t~

You’re my drug. I’m an addict for you.

I hope I continue to make you proud, my precious daddy. Without you, I don’t think I could function. I don’t think I could get through my day without the slightest attention from you. I completely adore you. You’re my everything.

With love,

October

ps: even though you’re a daddy, you’re a good boy~ by @withlove.october

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4 months ago

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. by @withlove.october

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4 months ago

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Location: Baltimore, MD
Sub-Location: Hannibal Lector’s Home
Date: January 15, 20XX
Time: 10:13am
Weather: Snow on the ground, low twenties and possible chance of more snow
Main Characters: October and Hannibal Lector ( @lect.er66 )
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October shouldn’t have been doing it, she shouldn’t have been breaking into her psychiatrist’s house. She especially shouldn’t have been doing it when she found his back door unlocked, that should have been her first warning sign that this was a very bad idea. In her defense though, it was Hannibal’s fault. He was too charming, too intelligent, too…perfect. There was just something off about the good doctor and though he may have had everyone else fooled, she was not.

Her fingers trailed over an expensive picture that hung in his living room, her head tilting as she examined the art. Her earthy eyes squinting as if she could see something in the painting that didn’t belong. Of course, nothing was wrong with the painting she was just trying to make something out of nothing. She leaned down and poked at the fireplace with the fancy metal poker before she carelessly dropped it and went to the next room.

“What secrets do you hide, Doc?” The brunette muttered to herself as she continued her adventure. She was in no hurry. She had been seeing Hannibal Lector for a few months now, she knew he was at his place of work and probably listening to someone drone on about their worthless problems. She couldn’t help but wonder if Hannibal had a psychiatrist. She figured it would make sense if he did. He’d be completely insane if he didn’t talk to anyone after listening to god knows how many peoples problems.

She was honestly disappointed, she had been everywhere in the home. She checked the second floor, only to find more expensive things she could only image of owning and back on the first floor she found nothing but clean rooms and boring decor. “The rich get richer and the poor get poorer.” She muttered to herself as she adjusted her black hoodie. She was getting ready to leave, call it day. Unfortunately for her, Hannibal Lector was just a regular person. Smart as hell, but still, regular.

(cic) by @withlove.october

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Universes that you can find October in;

- #theboysrp You’ll find October working for Vought as a registered nurse. She has the ability to shapeshift into any animal and mythical creature. She can also heal people, but she takes on the person’s damage she is healing. She usually keeps her powers on the down low.
- #peakyblindersrp after escaping her ex, Luca, and running to England she quickly snags a job as a nurse at the hospital. She crosses paths with the Peaky Blinders, either at the Garrison or helping to stitch a poor soul in the alley.
- #standalonerp I definitely have October’s own little world built, but I’m always adding and taking.
- #dcrp / #marvelrp In these worlds, October is a nurse, but depending on the comic/hero, it depends on her relationship and the story.
- thewalkingdeadrp October is a badass survivor that is trained in archery. She has a black cat named Salem that she saved from a lab during the apocalypse. Salem is smarter than your average cat, being mixed with human DNA. The cat fights alongside October and helps her survive.
- mafiarp / crimerp after years of working with the mafia and getting her reputation as “The Healing Angel” she has her sights on taking down her ex Luca and over taking his territory in New York
- horrorrp / thrillerrp / psychologicalrp usually based on in a creepy town, October moves thousands of miles away from New York to get a fresh start at life. However, things are never as they seem and that little sleepy town has more sins than anyone could have imagined.
- casualrp as the name says, just a causal roleplay without much plot. Just something to do to kill time. Can always develop into a different kind of roleplay
- romanticrp always up for some loving and some cuddling. What is a roleplay without it? Boring, that’s what. by @withlove.october

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Lost. If looked in the dictionary you’d find it between ‘lose’ and ‘lot’. The definition is simple enough, unable to be found or no longer possessed. Now, doesn’t that sound like a fun time?

Unable to be found… weird. She felt like she was able to be found just fine, it’s not like she was trying to hide. She was out in the open, heart on her sleeve, everything raw and unfiltered and yet, she felt so damn lost.

She felt like she didn’t belong. That she was just existing and floating through this life and hoping to get a chance at a next. To do better than she had this time around. To stand out and be noticed. To feel complete and whole, that’s what she desperately wanted.

To feel complete, to have this gaping black hole that was in her chest to finally be filled. To finally have a fucking rainbow in her chest, to do cartwheels and blow bubbles and laugh just to fucking do it.

To feel whole. That must feel fucking amazing.
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#reviveliteraterp by @withlove.october

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5 months ago

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Location: Birmingham, England
Sub-Location: The Garrison
Date: September 14, 19XX
Time: 5:53pm
Weather: Cool, light wind and promise of rain
Main Characters: October and Duke ( @c_ursedheritage )
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Shattering glass filled the air, raised voices falling suit.

“You’re not a Peaky Blinder, Octy, and you never will be!”

Duke’s thunderous voice that caused men to flinch and back down did nothing to soothe October’s attitude.

Her palm slammed down hard on the wooden bar, her brow furrowed in an intense glare. Icy-blues clashing with earthy brown as the two glared each other down. Both tense, both carrying the same aura that demanded respect and a knee to be bowed.

It was aggravating, really. To care so much for a person and them being the one thing in your way of what you truly wanted. Didn’t he understand? Without the constant violence, the constant chaos, her life was meaningless.

“That’s bullshit and you know it! I’ve been with the Blinders for months now and I want the damn title!”

She was like a child throwing a tantrum, that annoying American way of her. Demanding something she couldn’t even fathom to understand. Though she was around violence and gangs back in New York, Birmingham had proved different.

Duke had closed the distance without a word, his sudden approach causing her to back up. His hand shooting out and wrapping around the back of her neck, forcing her to stay still. His fingers digging slightly into her flesh as he stayed silent, his face stoic but she could see battles happening behind his bright blues.

“You listen to me and you listen good.”

His voice came out cold, a tone of finality. One a man that was not used to being back talked or told no only used.

“I don’t give a damn how long you’ve been working for The Peaky Blinders. You’re a stupid woman and I’m not allowing you to put yourself in a situation that will fuck us all.”

He removed his cap, it dangled from his right hand as his forehead pressed against hers. His eyes closed for a moment, his breathing controlled. She looked up at him, her jaw clenched slightly as she tried to read for any sign, for any tell, but he remained impassive as his eyes slowly opened.

(cic) by @withlove.october

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