LetsFly

Lovely, Terrible Things [Arista & LetsFly]

Arriving at a ritzy, glamorous hotel in his sleek town car, Cal couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as he gazed up at the towering edifice before him. It was his. Though he hadn't constructed it himself, of course, he had molded it into the epitome of elegance and luxury it had become. An old chateau, reborn under his meticulous guidance, it stood as a testament to his vision and ambition.

Stepping out of the car with the grace of a man accustomed to luxury, Cal beamed at the building, acknowledging the doormen and valets with charm-dripped greetings. They knew him by name, of course, and their deferential smiles only served to bolster his ego. As he made his way through the opulent lobby, he greeted bellhops and receptionists with practiced ease, his charisma radiating from every word and gesture. A flirtatious wink here, a playful quip there -- Cal Crawford effortlessly commanded the attention of all who crossed his path.

Stopping to exchange pleasantries with a cocktail waitress, Cal's smile widened as he basked in the adoration of those around him. His effortless charm was a weapon in his arsenal, honed to perfection through years of practice and refinement. But beneath the facade of affability lay a mind as sharp as a dagger, always calculating, always plotting his next move.

Arriving at his private suite, Cal wasted no time in shedding his day-clothes, exchanging them for the elegant lines of a tailored tuxedo. The gala would be starting soon, and he needed to be ready to greet his guests with the grace and poise befitting a man of his stature. As he dressed, his thoughts drifted to the event at hand -- a fundraiser hosted by his company, Circus Corporation, in support of some charitable cause or another. The specifics eluded him for the moment, but Marcus would fill him in later. For now, his focus was on ensuring that everything went off without a hitch.

Pulling out his phone, Cal found a text from Marcus, confirming that John had been disposed of without a trace. A pang of regret tugged at his chest, but he quickly pushed it aside. John had made this choice, not him, and Cal had no room for sentimentality. One misstep could unravel everything he had built, and he was not about to let that happen.

With a final glance in the mirror, Cal straightened his bow-tie and adjusted his cufflinks, his reflection a portrait of confidence and refinement. Below the ballroom, his best tech specialists were hard at work, laying the groundwork for their next move. Tonight's guest of honor, a billionaire -- and arms dealer, though only Cal knew -- with a dubious moral compass, was about the become the unwitting pawn in Cal's game of deception. Cal had gathered that this man -- Charles Vanderbuilt, that was his name -- would be participating in a transaction tomorrow, in which he would be handing off hundreds of illicit firearms to a rather feisty terrorist organization in Saudi Arabia. He'd already been paid. If all went according to plan tonight, Charles's phone would be pilfered and promptly brought to Cal's tech people, where they would use it to redirect the funds to the charity of the evening, in Charles's name of course. By the time Charles ever realized what had happened, it would be too late. He would demand to see the funds from the terrorists tomorrow, and they would not take too kindly to his insolence. Cal's carefully orchestrated plan would ensure that the consequences would be swift, and severe.

Satisfied that everything was proceeding according to plan, Cal made his way to the ballroom, ready to play the role of the gracious host. As the guests began to arrive, he would be waiting with a smile and a handshake, and no-one would be any wiser of what went on below their feet.

Lovely, Terrible Things [Arista & LetsFly]

In the sleek boardroom of a towering skyscraper, among the polished mahogany table and the ambient hum of discussion, Cal Crawford exuded an air of effortless authority. His tailored suit, a perfect fit to his chiseled frame, spoke volumes of his status as a man of wealth and influence. With a calculated smile, he leaned back in his chair, listening intently to the financial forecasts being presented by his colleagues as they delved into all the intricacies of shareholders and bonds.

But as the figures danced before him, the rhythm of the meeting was abruptly shattered by the arrival of Marcus, Cal's trusted right-hand man and assistant. Marcus approached Cal, purpose in his stride, and Cal's smile fell. Marcus knew meetings were never to be interrupted, except in the most urgent of circumstances. This must be one of those circumstances. His sudden appearance drew a collective hush from the room. Marcus leaned in close, whispering in Cal's ear: "We've got him, boss. In the basement."

Cal's smile returned, and he gave Marcus an astute nod. "Excuse me gentleman," he smoothly interjected, addressing the room, "Urgent matters call. We will regroup next Thursday." As he stood, he took a few moments to exchange handshakes and pleasantry. He told one of the men, Larry, to visit the reception desk, as Cal had picked up a gift for his granddaughter's birthday. Larry was delighted, clasping a hand on Cal's back, and Cal made his smooth exit from the room with a glittering white smile, leaving them to dismiss themselves.

He and Marcus entered the elevator, and the doors slid closed silently. With a practiced grace, he slipped off his suit jacket, revealing the crisp lines of his dress shirt and vest beneath. The fabric clung to his form like a second skin, accentuating the powerful contours of his physique. As he rolled up his sleeves with deliberate elegance, a subtle shift in atmosphere heralded the unfolding of a darker agenda.

"Where did you find him?" Cal inquired calmly, cracking his knuckles. It was perhaps his only unattractive habit, other than the occasional cigarette over a shared drink, when social needs demanded it.

"A seedy bar on the south side. Drunk in the middle of the day. Made getting him here a hell of a lot easier, I'll say that." Marcus seems at ease, perfectly delighted to share the details with his boss. Cal's lips curled into a smirk, his thoughts already turning to the confrontation that awaited them below.

Arriving at the basement level, Cal stepped out into a realm removed from the polished facade above. The cold embrace of concrete greeted him has he strode purposefully down the dimly lit hallway, his every step a testament to the power he wielded in the shadows. Behind him, Marcus trailed silently, his loyal shadow.

He entered a room at the end of a long hall, and Cal's gaze fell upon the bound figure before him. The man sat in a chair, blindfolded, with his hands tied behind his back. The room was a simple concrete square, with only one harsh light above them to offer any illumination. With a casual flick of his wrist, he removed the blindfold, revealing the fear-stricken eyes of John, a formerly trusted member of his organization. John was disheveled, his skin slick with sweat, and his eyes moved around the room wildly, squinting against the harsh light. Cal thought he might even cry. How pathetic.

"Hello, John," Cal greeted him, his voice laced with deceptive warmth that belied the gravity of the situation. As he circled the room with predatory grace, he probed. "So, explain it to me. Really, from your perspective. How did we come to be here?" The irony that John was gagged with cloth and wouldn't be telling Cal anything was not lost on him.

The situation was unfortunate, but necessary. John was a drug-runner, and had been skimming some off the top. That much, Cal had known for years, and had never paid any mind to. Everyone did it. He wasn't ignorant to that reality, and he could tolerate it within certain bounds. But John had crossed a boundary. Cal had undeniable proof that his drugs, marked with his signature, had gotten into a local public school, sold amongst students. It was a miracle that none of them had overdosed, yet. This little detail could not be tolerated. It had taken him a while to investigate the situation, to figure out the chain of events that had led to premium cocaine ending up in the hands of ninth-graders. And it all led back to John, who thought children -- children! -- could make a nice little addition to his income.

Cal pulled up a chair, straddling it backwards in front of John. "I don't have any kids, you know," he mused, reaching out and pushing sweat-dripping hair back from John's face -- a tender gesture, filled with poison kindness. "But I want them. Someday. You do have kids, right John? A son? What is he, twelve?"

John began to scream against his gag, his face twisting from agony to rage. Cal could almost swear he heard the words, "You leave my son alone!"

Cal dropped the act, his face quickly shifting from vague interest to one of utter disdain. "That's the difference between you and me," he said seriously, looking the man right in the eye. "I don't fuck around when it comes to kids."

He stood abruptly, turning his back on his captive. "In the head," he said simply to Marcus, a bit apologetically. "I'd do it myself, but don't have time to clean up. Big gala tonight." With that, he left the room, and as he made his way back toward the elevator, his footsteps were suddenly drowned out by the echo of a single gunshot, reverberating through the confines of the basement. Cal didn't look back.

Lovely, Terrible Things [Arista & LetsFly]

Calvin "Cal" Crawford | 35

Lovely, Terrible Things [Arista & LetsFly]

Oathbreakers [Skyrim RP] [LoadedGuns & LetsFly]

As she listened, Lyra found herself surprised by his words. The idea of finding solace in the wilderness was foreign to her; for so long, survival had been her sole focus, and the wild had been her adversary rather than her sanctuary.

"No, I'll be find," she replied softly, her voice betraying a hint of exhaustion. Despite her reluctance to admit it, she knew her body craved rest, even if her mind resisted it.

As Finrod abruptly halted his words, Lyra felt a pang of sympathy, recognizing the struggle he seemed to be facing. She wanted to reach out, to offer comfort or reassurance, but she hesitated, unsure if it was her place to do so.

When he expressed concern about being too open, Lyra scoffed lightly, forming a wry smile. "Too open?" she echoed, shaking her head incredulously. "Believe me, you've been anything but."

Despite the levity of her words, there was a warmth in her gaze as she met Finrod's eyes, a silent acknowledgement. She may not fully understand his struggles, but she was determined to offer whatever respite she could, even if only her presence.

Oathbreakers [Skyrim RP] [LoadedGuns & LetsFly]

As the night deepened, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape, Lyra knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. The moon bathed everything in a serene luminescence, creating an atmosphere that was both haunting and beautiful. She glanced at Finrod, noting the way the firelight danced across his features, casting shadows that seemed to flicker with secrets of their own.

At his mention of the mead's supposed magic, Lyra chuckled softly to herself. Magic and wonder were concepts she had long since dismissed. The only magic she believed in now was the kind that could be learned from the pages of a book.

Taking the bottle from Finrod, Lyra took a long sip, the sweet taste dancing on her tongue. The warmth of the alcohol chased away the chill of the night air. When he spoke of the night whispering secrets, she looked around, as if expecting the darkness to reveal its hidden truths.

At his question about her preferred mead, Lyra laughed, a sound that echoed around them. "I think we're beyond discussing mead preferences," she teased, playfully nudging him with her elbow, "But if you must know, I'm not much of a drinker. Too many memories tied to it." She'd seen what alcohol made people do. She wasn't a fan.

She trailed off, her expression momentarily clouded with the memories she'd rather forget. Shaking her head, she focused on the present, handing the bottle back and standing to unroll her bedroll near the fire. She settled herself back on the log, glancing at Finrod, her gaze lingering for a moment before she spoke again.

"Do you think it's safe here?" she asked, her voice quiet in the stillness of the night. "Or should we take turns keeping watch? I couldn't sleep if I tried, I can take the first shift."

Oathbreakers [Skyrim RP] [LoadedGuns & LetsFly]

Lyra watched as Finrod returned to the camp with firewood, a small smile playing on her lips at his chuckle. Despite the uncertainty of their situation, there was a strange comfort in their shared laughter.

As Finrod mentioned the temple again, Lyra noticed the pained expression that flickered across his face, and she felt a pang of sympathy. She wanted to reach out, to comfort him somehow, but she hesitated, unsure if it was her place.

The warmth of the fire and the cool night air created a soothing atmosphere, and Lyra found herself drawn to the flames, lost in her own thoughts. She glanced up as Finrod spoke her name, her curiosity piqued by the hint of hesitation in his voice.

But before she could respond, he suggested they rest, and she nodded in agreement. "Oh. Yeah, you're right," she said softly, a note of weariness in her voice. "We'll need all the energy we can get for tomorrow."

At the mention of mead, Lyra's eyes brightened, and she nodded eagerly. "That sounds perfect," she said, a grateful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I can't think of anything better right now."

Lettie's Feeling Romantic [1x1, plots, pairings, fandoms, etc!]

Hello fellow roleplayers!

I'm Lettie, 27F, from the US, with about 15 years of roleplaying experience, albeit on-and-off. Whether you're a seasoned veteran or just dipping your toes into the realm of roleplay, if you're over 18 (preferably 21+), let's craft some unforgettable stories together!

Platforms: I primarily roleplay on Roleplayerguild or Discord, so whichever suits your fancy works for me!

Dos and Donts:

- I'm comfortable exploring mature themes, but any sexual content will need to fade to black (suggestive & implied stuff is fine). As a happily married individual, explicitly sexual scenes are a boundary I won't cross. Violence, gore, substance use, and other mature themes are all fine by me though!

- I value open communication and collaboration. OOC chatter is not only welcome but encouraged. Let's brainstorm, develop characters, and weave intricate plots together!

- My writing style falls somewhere between high-casual and advanced. While I don't expect a word-for-word match, I do appreciate quality and compatibility in writing styles. I prefer to see an example from potential partners before starting, just to make sure we're somewhere in the same realm :)

- I'm open to MxF or FxF dynamics. I'm happy to play either role.

- Romance is a must, whether it's love at first sight or a slow burn enemies-to-lovers trope!

- Minimum age for characters involved is 18, and while I enjoy big age gaps, no teenage characters, please.

Pairing Ideas (Biggest cravings are in bold):

- Cult Leader x Investigative Journalist/Detective - I would prefer FxF for this!

- Supernatural Themes: From vampires to witches, werewolves, demons, demigods, doppelgangers, and sirens, let's dive into the realms of the supernatural, drawing inspiration from L.J. Smith or Anne Rice universes. This one is always open, and I usually have multiple going at once.

- Reluctant Heir x Arranged Bride

- Therapist x Patient

- Anything Civil War or WWII era

- Innocent Princess Type x Hardened Angry Man (think Phanton of the Opera)

- Lonely Nerdy Type x AI / Something not real (imaginary friend, hallucination, ghost, DID system, whatever)

- Butler / Bodyguard x Princess / Queen

- Princess x Samurai

- Captive Princess x Monster Captor (Beauty & The Beast spin-offs)

- Hades x Persephone

- Alien x Human

- Single Parent x Single Parent

- Best Friend's Brother, or Brother's Best Friend x F

Plots:

Vampire x Human

A young girl just starting to get the hang of adult life is rattled when she receives a call from her mother, informing her that her twin sister has died. The coroner says suicide, but she knows her sister better than that. And the mysterious appearance of a man at the funeral she's never seen before confirms her suspicion that something isn't right. She knows someone did this to her sister, and she vows to find who-- or what-- it was.

A cynical vampire finally finds love in a young, spontaneous girl who lights up the room everywhere she goes. However, there's a complication with the relationship: She's a human. Deciding that she can be trusted, he tells her his secret, and she accepts him immediately, as she's always known that he was "something else." However, it's not long before higher powers find out that he has exposed himself to a human, and he is forced to kill the only girl he has ever loved. Unable to bear being away from her, and a glutton for punishment, he watches her funeral from afar, and immediately sees the girl that mirrors his beloved in every way-- at least when it comes to appearances. When he keeps running into this girl everywhere he goes, he decides it has to mean something. But will chasing after his dead girlfriend's twin just lead to burying another corpse? And this time, will it be his?

High School Sweethearts (Military x Civilian)

Two high school sweethearts have their lives set up in front of them: Attend college together, get married, have beautiful babies and a big house with a white picket fence. But things don't go according to plan. He is drafted into the Army, and she promises she will wait for him. However, when he returns from active duty, determined to follow through on the plans they had before, he comes home only to find that she is married to someone else, and has children! It seems all is lost, until the nature of his ex-sweetheart's relationship with her husband is revealed, along with bruises and scars. She insists on staying with her abusive husband for the sake of her children, and her life, but her first love has other plans. (Can be modern day or historical)

Fandoms:

- The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

- The Blacklist

- Greek Pantheon

- Celtic Pantheon

- Norse Pantheon

- Game of Thrones (up to Season 4)

- Criminal Minds

If any of these ideas pique your interest or if you have suggestions of your own, don't hesitate to reach out! I love creating stories with a lot of depth and detail. If you're intrigued, drop me a message or comment here, and let's see if we can get something going!

Oathbreakers [Skyrim RP] [LoadedGuns & LetsFly]

Lyra listened carefully as Finrod weighed their options, and she tilted her head slightly in confusion. Why wouldn't we just go to the Skyhaven Temple? It seemed like the most straightforward choice to her. When he mentioned the dangers of the road, she felt a spark of indignation. Did he doubt her abilities just because she was a girl?

As Finrod expressed he wanted to pinpoint the dungeon she had seen in her vision, Lyra's insecurities flared. There were countless ruins scattered throughout Skyrim, how were they supposed to pinpoint the one she had seen? She was worried that her memory of the details might fail her, leading them astray.

But despite her doubts, she was relieved that he wanted them to stick together. The thought of facing whatever lay ahead alone was too daunting to bear.

When Finrod mentioned gathering firewood, Lyra nodded in agreement. "Sure, go ahead," she said, mustering a small smile. "But why bother with all of that? Can't you just conjure a campfire out of thin air, since you're such an expert mage?" she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

He headed off to gather wood, and Lyra took a deep breath, closing her eyes. She wanted to attempt to communicate with the voice from her vision. "Goddess... or whatever you are," she murmured, her voice a whisper, "Show me the ruins again." But her efforts were met with silence, and she was jolted out of her concentration by the sound of branches snapping nearby.

Instinctively, Lyra drew her mace and whirled around, ready to defend herself. But her tension eased when she realized it was just a fox, scampering away into the underbrush. She let out a shaky breath, feeling foolish for her paranoia. Get a grip, she scolded herself silently, shaking her head.

Oathbreakers [Skyrim RP] [LoadedGuns & LetsFly]

Lyra rose from her spot on the log, her mind swirling with thoughts and possibilities. She paced back and forth, trying to make sense of everything Finrod had just told her. The Blades, protectors of the emperor... temples...ruins... ancient languages. It was all so much to take in.

She stopped pacing and turned to face Finrod, her expression serious. "So, we have a choice to make," she began, her voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling within her. "We can either take the time to do some research, try and piece together what we saw and figure out our next move ... or we could just dive right in and head straight to the Skyhaven Temple, since that's pretty much all we have to go off of right now." She paused, her gaze searching Finrod's face for any hint of what he might be thinking.

"Of course, there's also a third option," she continued, her voice dropping slightly. "We could walk away from all of this, pretend like none of it ever happened, and go our separate ways." She hesitated, a pang of sadness tugging at her chest. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to choose that option, even though she wasn't entirely sure she trusted him yet.

As she glanced around at the darkening sky, she realized they would need to make a decision soon. "It's getting late," she said, a note of concern creeping into her voice, "I'm not sure if we'll be able to make it back to the city safely before nightfall. We might need to camp out here." She bit her lip, unsure of everything. 24 hours ago, she would never have imagined she would be standing here, with him, and what they might be about to embark on. But she knew whatever lay ahead of her, she would face it.