˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired • Original Character • • Multi-fandom • • MDNI/ possible triggers •

Pleasure (n): a feeling of happy satisfaction and enjoyment. H e d o n i s m ∘ Greek mythology RP. ∘ crossovers and OCs welcome. ∘ nsfw. / 18+. / triggers possible. → reposts appreciated.

Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep 'em on a leash ∘ Greek mythology RP. ∘ crossovers and OCs welcome. ∘ nsfw. / 18+. / triggers possible. → retweets appreciated.

//I have no shame

"And so I ask, what about now?"

"It depends on your mood? What kind of answer is that?"

She thinks for a moment. "Oh. Wait. It's because I don't accept your answer."

"Mmm...I don't think you did." She shrugs

//I have a face I want to use, I just need an excuse to use her 😩

She pouts. "And what is your mood?" She asks, completely ignoring the question.

"And what do you think is fun?"

She shrugs. "If properly handled its perfectly safe. But I'm not here to argue."

She wrinkles her nose. "Plenty of people do." She huffs. "People tend to ruin a good steak, over cooking it." She crosses her arms.

"Yeah? What makes you think that?" She raises a brow

"What? This isn't somewhere good girls hang out?" She teases

She needs some breakfast.

time grabs you by the wrist , directs you where to go

Does this make her a Disney princess?

//In my head, its not two sharp canines, its the whole mouth. We literally ripping throats out

She laughs softly. "Don't worry. I didn't think you would." She leans back against the wall. "Trust me," she flashes a shark-like grin.

//*hacker voice* I'm in

She crosses her legs at the ankle. "Does this normally work?"

//Took trash out Left keys inside I guess I'll wait for a neighbor

She moves her face away from his hand. "I think I'm good."

Well, this wasn't the plan. "Oh no. Don't worry. I have a chef that caters to my needs

"Let's just say I prefer my steak....blue." she grins, taking a step back

She hums thoughtfully. "I don't know, I have /very/ particular tastes."

She presses her tongue to the back of her teeth. He is going to be a problem. She watches him walk away before disappearing back back into the crowd

She smirks. "I'm just thinking about where to go for dinner." She sighs softly. "You know how it is."

"I won't kill anyone...." she motions around them, "here." She promises

Her head tilts ever so slightly. "Are you threatening me?" She arches a brow, giving him a once over.

She shrugs. "No....just looking." She winks

She rest her chin on her knuckles, smirking. "But what if I want to? It's fun."

She sticks out her lower lips, pouting. "Now, why would you think that?"

She shifts, turning to look at him; a kind, almost drunk, smile takes over her features. "I'm just trying to have some fun with my girls." She motions to a group of college-aged women.

you look horrible . why are you even alive ?

She desperately wants to cut her hair. But it won't grow back. Tragic.

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~ × Isabella Rossi × ~ 121 years old ναмριяє • OC • Triggers possible • MDNI #HorrorRP #OCRP ⬇️ More info below ⬇️