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I dont feel like posting this in 1x1 though it is a 1x1 concept. I crave a rp where MC is the sub to YC. I want it dark and mature themed. It can be any pairing though mxm and fxf are more desired.
A second idea is shy vulnerable MC is bullied YC in any setting or pairing. Maybe this could be a Stockholm situation, or taboo. I would prefer this to turn into a slow burn, love/hate relationship where YC like MC for some reason but due to social norms or maybe public opinion you cant out right admit to the attraction.
I am experienced and over 18+. I prefer original pairings and concepts. If you have an RP idea please PM me. We all have lives outside this site I am no exception, any other questions please PM me.
Thanks for stopping by.
A second idea is shy vulnerable MC is bullied YC in any setting or pairing. Maybe this could be a Stockholm situation, or taboo. I would prefer this to turn into a slow burn, love/hate relationship where YC like MC for some reason but due to social norms or maybe public opinion you cant out right admit to the attraction.
I am experienced and over 18+. I prefer original pairings and concepts. If you have an RP idea please PM me. We all have lives outside this site I am no exception, any other questions please PM me.
Thanks for stopping by.
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@PrinceAlexus
If that was a question at me then no, I dont have discord.
If that was a statement then... 0.o wow! Thats a lot of people!
If that was a question at me then no, I dont have discord.
If that was a statement then... 0.o wow! Thats a lot of people!
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@Shadrack Nor
You are the graphic representation of what my mouth feels when i get the the center of a chocolate covered cherry. <3
You are the graphic representation of what my mouth feels when i get the the center of a chocolate covered cherry. <3
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...It got worse. As a woman stumbled out of the fog she shouted out, "Harold? ...Harold?! There was no time as a tendril from the sewer drain whipped up around one of her legs and dragged her slowly down. She screamed and clawed at the pavement as she was draged to the small opening. More tentacles surged up as the leg was torn off ans she fainted thankfully to the sight of the others grabbing and pulling her into the storm drain whether the pieces fit or not the creatures didnt care. The wet crunching and snapping of bone could be heard until the last piece was gone and the blood streaks remained.
Michael would have to run and hide during the trek. Some of the road signs hand been taken and probably turned into weapons. The fog made it nearly impossible to see the end of a street or even to the next intersection. Buildings were boarded up or broken into there was no in between. Though the streets had blood on them and some dried some streets seemed to be oddly blood free. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur or rotting meat. and yet some streets were scent free. It was a truly unnerving experience. It could easily be just the thing to drive lesser minds mad. Most of the map was accurate. Nothing really changed to the buildings or land marks where street signs were gone. The buildings that were marked as safe didnt stand out from the non safe ones.
As Michael looked at the map he could hear another womans voice. Looking up on the third floor of the building a window was open and a older woman was waving and softly speaking. It was hard to make out from the distance. She was a dark haired woman who was in desperate need of a brush. Her long black unkept hair blew about her as she waved a semi white piece of cloth at Michael. Beckoning him to come closer. On the map she was in one of the safe buildings and it had a trader mark telling him it had the good people.
Michael would have to run and hide during the trek. Some of the road signs hand been taken and probably turned into weapons. The fog made it nearly impossible to see the end of a street or even to the next intersection. Buildings were boarded up or broken into there was no in between. Though the streets had blood on them and some dried some streets seemed to be oddly blood free. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur or rotting meat. and yet some streets were scent free. It was a truly unnerving experience. It could easily be just the thing to drive lesser minds mad. Most of the map was accurate. Nothing really changed to the buildings or land marks where street signs were gone. The buildings that were marked as safe didnt stand out from the non safe ones.
As Michael looked at the map he could hear another womans voice. Looking up on the third floor of the building a window was open and a older woman was waving and softly speaking. It was hard to make out from the distance. She was a dark haired woman who was in desperate need of a brush. Her long black unkept hair blew about her as she waved a semi white piece of cloth at Michael. Beckoning him to come closer. On the map she was in one of the safe buildings and it had a trader mark telling him it had the good people.
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