Hey there!
I have a plot that I've been dying to find a match for. I've put a lot of thought and detail into it and it's a bit complicated to explain, but I promise it will be interesting. Please mail me if you are still on the hunt for a partner! I feel we will mesh well. c:
Hope to hear from...
Ooh! Pick me, please.
Your thread is an echo of the longing in my heart. Like a "hello Holiday Inn I'll have a room for two" kind of thing. Is that's weird? Probably, but oh well.
My writing can get insanely long too, and I like dark themes. Check out my old Blackbournes thread for a sample...
"Don't be a basic hoe." Lmao
I'd be interested in a fantasy roleplay. I have an idea for a plot, just PM if you're interested! Oh, and I'm a detailed writer... sometimes too detailed... but whatevs.
Hey kitten in a left shoe! I'm blue rose covered with condensation, nice to meet you.
Lol, I'm Natalie and I'd love to roleplay with you. Something high fantasy would be lovely, and I have a fun idea for a plot. Let me know if you're interested.
Yep, Olivia was right. Muscles was going to offer her more than protection.
Hot, delicious breath on her ear.
A deep rich grumble rattling into her head, sending a pleasurable shiver to every corner of her being.
She was still shielding her eyes from her earlier ramblings but pulled her...
Alex has had the pleasure of two experiences with mermaids, his first when he was nine:
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The sun fell heavy on his soft, staticky cobnut mop of hair, enveloping his naked torso like a wool blanket. His cerulean eyes and wide toothy grin were bright with glee as he scanned the sandy white...
There were two kinds of vampires.
First, the born; the Pure Ones. They age slowly until full maturity, until physically around thirty years old, though it is different for each one. It is normal for a vampire of this group to be faster, to be sustained longer from their bloodlust, to have...
Yes, she certainly was an exemplary specimen, if Aaron was an accurate judge. And he was. His Masters Degree on the subject was proof of that.
He remembered the diagrams in his textbooks and the tiny thin lines indicating to each part of the mermaid’s musculature, presenting each term in bold...
"My name's Richard. Yours?"
“Olivia,” A smile weaseled onto her face, despite the myriad of anxious thoughts battering her brain.
This was a bad, bad idea. The worst of all her ideas, actually. Her parents had trusted her and here she was, betraying them for what? A street race. A walk on...
The reverberating clatter of Aaron’s footfalls resounded in the shadowed corridor, the succinct sound striking his ears with fervor. It was loud. Too loud; it took away from his marveling mood. His “walk through holy ground,” as he had imagined it. With a grimace, he chalked it up to something...
"Well, darlin', that depends on you."
Olivia gave him a sidelong glance as he spoke, meeting his dauntless stare. Her heart flipped. His voice was gruff and crawled under her skin in an unexpectedly delicious manner.
"I ain't into rape so you decide: either everythin' can happen, or nothin'...
Sirenia.
Anybody who knows anything about marine biology would recognize the term. A group of aquatic mammals, characterized by their arms which were capable of steering, a tailfin for propulsion, and a hint of hind legs, taking the form of two bones buried deep in muscle.
Some animals in...
Did it work? It was difficult to read this guy.
Difficult but not impossible.
Muscles was either interested or there was something else drawing his attention. Olivia was positive there wasn't anything stuck to her face (to be safe, she swept a hand across her cheek), so that left only...