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#open straight rp
Plot: Danny stumbled into some sex pollen flowers and could use some help getting it out of his system...through fucking.  Established relationship, teetering on becoming a couple, established friends with benefits. 
Open to M or F 
He’s never sure when his team is messing with him when it comes to ‘superstitious’ things that tie to the island’s mythology that he’s not familiar with. A lot of the time he knows he deserves the flack for his impatience while on cases that are slowed down or halted by things he doesn’t believe in. 
Tonight he went after a suspect that ran into a part of the woods that people were warned against. Danny asked if there were any sacred grounds and when told no, he didn’t care to listen to the rest. He got a bit lost and ended up tripping into some flowers that coated him with almost glowing spores. 
Danny paid them no mind as he continued to chase after their suspect. Catching him some feet later. Dragging the suspect back to where everyone else was, he handed him to another officer before going into a sneezing fit. 
His team made comments about some plant and stories that they heard. Their tone light and teasing, and Danny dismissed and claimed he expected someone to buy him a drink for his victory. 
Rather than head out with everyone to celebrate however, he went home. He felt...odd. Not in pain or even itchy, which was what he resulted in telling the others when they asked why he wasn’t joining them. Danny assumed it was just the uncomfortableness of the plant...with his luck, he probably landed in poison ivy or something.  
He made it home but when he did, he just felt weird. No other true way to describe it since he’s never felt like this before. 
He felt hot. He began to claw at his clothes and with difficulty that only happens when you’re drunk, he began to shed his clothes. His vision blurred slightly and he found himself stumbling until he fell on his ass. Running his hand down his face and the other down his chest, he felt a heat like no other while his mind fogged up and became fuzzy. 
“Fuck...”
It feels like an eternity before he can make it to a phone. Luckily, he’s got (your muse’s) number on speed dial, which made it easier. His focus was leaving him as his mind filled with dozens of sexual thoughts. “Something’s...wrong...fuck, I need you! I need you now!” 
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“I let my guard down...I made a mistake. I thought I knew what love was...after all, I’d gotten engaged! He was older, so maybe my daddy issues finally caught up with me. My now ex fiance is nowhere to be seen nor heard of. Maybe I was just a midlife crisis. Maybe I was too much to handle without a little blue pill being needed. Maybe a lot of things that aren’t relevant anymore. 
“I’m a bit of a mess...but I’m a hot mess. With nearly no limits. In need of a distraction. Are you brave enough to take me home?”  
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Open Thread
Open to Males and females, mutuals and non mutuals
Character relationships- boyfriend/ girlfriend/ friends and colleagues, love interest
Plot- Luca (previously a SWAT officer) was sentenced to prison for committing a homicide which he was framed for, but since coming out of prison he's changed and not for the better, even his friends on the squad have noticed how much he's changed. He's got no where to stay and his money from earning money in the prison is running out and he refuses to accept charity, even from friends.
Trigger warnings- violence, talk of se.xual as.ssault, drug use/alcohol use, depression, se.lf haarm etc
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He should be excited about getting released from prison and being proved that he was innocent all along, but the last six years of being incarcerated bad taken it's toll on him mentally and physically. It had been a horrendous ordeal, being beaten black and blue for weeks and months at a time by the other inmates until he fought back. They had broken his temper and there was no way to fix it.
At first he had accepted face to face visits with the squad, accepting their phone calls and they had grown worried when he had become more and more withdrawn, changing and acting like an inmate.
Luca sighed to himself when the cuffs were removed from his ankles, wrists and waist, the protocol of every inmate on the move to be in four point restraints when outwith certain areas. He was told to get dressed, then to sign back his property and any belongings he wanted to take with him from the prison, everything in a big paper bag as he was directed to the exit. The door opened, the sun warm on his skin as he breathed free air and absorbed it like a sponge from living in the concrete prison. He was directed to the gates where he spotted a familiar car parked there and a very familiar face.
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Sometimes I think back to that one time I was in a discord rp where I was planning out a scene and everything with a big reveal and everything but right as I was about to do it the person who rped with me just dipped and was barely even sorry about it (edit: now that I've read the chatlogs I don't even think they were sorry...)
(The reveal scene happened eventually, but it was so underwhelming that it's stuck with me by virtue of being bland lmao)
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mythvoiced · 5 months
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-. The Liar
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"Claude Bonvent" | Old™ | He/she
Claude Bonvent, a fake high class vampire with unknown origins. The 'fake' pertains to the fact that he's poor as all hell and only pretends to have familiarized himself with the finest of the fine of centuries past. He had never been a complete stranger to them, but only ever as arm candy, as thief, as someone who'd walked in and stuck around for as long as it took someone to realize 'hold on, who is this guy the son of again?'. Thievery, lying, conniving, but most of all, always ready to pop off, short-tempered and only submissive when it helps him play his cards right. He's not particularly sweet, doesn't even like people all that much, has a low tolerance for bullshit, and is not secretly soft and kind-hearted. He's an evil uncle waiting to happen. Probably aroace but I haven't really dived into that yet.
No one knows where he came from. He's just... there, most likely running from whomever he's recently pissed off.
TW: death, vampires, blood, violence, debauchery, weaponization of sex appeal, dishonesty, some sort of mental health issues Tags below ♥
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xsoryu · 1 year
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Eisuke ichinomyia RP acc!
Literate rp only
Any ships
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mimistjames · 4 months
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( @indiestarter )
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    ❝    i think you should only say pretty things to pretty girls.    ❞     a pause as mimi rests her wine glass down on the table.    ❝    and for the record- being drunk isn't an excuse. i've heard that one far too many times.    ❞     
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aquamanandfriends · 7 months
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Best Attempts
| muse: Darcy Weston | open to: anyone | sexuality: pansexual | suggested connections: ex, lover, crush, someone who has a crush on him, co-worker, good friend, fellow detective, his captain, maybe family member of a murder victim, a friend he has outside of work he plays cards or games with
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“Ay, ay!” he turned quickly, his brow tugged tightly together. “Don’t come at me like that. This isn’t my fault,” Darcy let the tremor of his voice echo through the room, “What’d I do to piss you off huh?” the Brit wondered. “I thought we were in this together. So maybe… maybe don’t attack me like this because I’m doing the best I fucking can.”
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multistoty · 1 year
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- test muse so selective- open to any female muse
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Harwin had been cleaning his blade when the kiss of a warm shadow ran across his back. A smile tugging at the sides of his mouth as he had an idea of just who was walking behind him by the sureness of her feet as they attempted to sneak upon them. Moon light dancing across the ground alighting a small shadow. The wind catching on fabric as it did the curls that momentarily executed the life of his vision. Yet, he would let her keep her masterminded mission by taking care of the steel that was already an acceptable state. A visitor he was quite happy to enjoy the company of. “We might have to work on your plans of attack. Someone as fierce and beautiful as you should certainly have the capabilites to defend herself- or at least cut her strings. What made you seek me out at midnight?”
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sorbetkisses · 9 months
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"don't make it a habit being out here so late .. or a habit of sneaking up on people ."
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The next person that tries to invalidate my entire existence will cease to exist themselves. This is a warning.
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Open Thread - Show Him Whose Boss
Open to - Females/ Males
Relationship- Friend, boyfriend/girlfriend, casual hook up, fedmdom rental, anything you like.
Plot- Luca has always been cool, calm and collected and for once he needs to be shown whose boss in the bedroom and he will accept anything your muse throws at him. He is totally at your mercy.
Approved Kinks- Roleplay, objectication, breath play, knife play, BDSM, exhibitionism, scene play, dom and sub, sadism and machoism, edge play, CBT, impact play, rope bandage, fisting, pegging, orgasm control, dirty talk, nipple play, gags, praise kink, electrostimulation, whipping, wax play.
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Luca stepped into the kitchen and he wasn't sure what was happening as he set down his work hold all. "Hey, I wasn't thinking you would be here."
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soldiersscream · 1 year
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“Do not let anyone else ruin your day. It’s your day. Ruin it yourself”
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Type of dynamic: Established Friends with benefits
"I am avoiding family and ex fiances. So I took on some of the richer clients. They're always more fun to tail. Love isn't in the air this holiday season, and there's a ski lodge with a firm no refund policy. My client added to my payment package as a holiday bonus. Want to join me? Slopes, rich people taste stocked not so mini-minibar, and all the crazy sex I can imagine for us."
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viciousbite · 2 years
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Open Starter, Akaza AU, The Pain of Remembering.
Like a natural disaster, trees torn to pieces, wild life scared, a path of pure destruction. A line of trees fallen over, pieces missing from trees and rocks, a whole mess that would gain anyone’s attention who dared to get near. In the end of that all, was the echo of an ear piercing scream, mixed with anger and anguish alike. The natural disaster, was all made by one man, with his bare hands. One of those hands currently sank into the ground with a loud bang as the dust and dirt flew and gathered around his tattooed form.
It was all wrong, why had he forgotten!? Why-- Why did he feel this pain again!? He had denied it at the beginning, because he knew it was the truth, he didn’t want to remember the pain again, the truth was agonizing. To live that all again in his head, it felt like his heart was ripped apart within him. He can’t stop the first tears from pouring out of his eyes as he screams, screams his pain away, choking on his own miserable voice. His hand pulled out, fingers clutched into his chest, clawing until his fingers turned bloody. Flesh torn until the sight of his rapidly beating heart came visible. He wanted to squeeze it, make it stop, and he did. The flesh gave away within his fingers, blood splattering all over himself and the ground... Only for his heart to regenerate right back within a few seconds to leave Akaza to curl against his legs with one his hands loosely being trapped into his chest by his healed flesh. 
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“I’m sorry... I’m sorry...” Raspy voice, spoken to no one but himself, as the tears continued to pour out of his eyes. Pink lashes tainted with tears, cheeks wet and salty as he wept. His whole body trembled, the cold of the night air brushed along his skin. He felt the most vulnerable he had ever felt, but he cannot stop the wave of emotions that crashed through him in waves. The grief, the anguish, it was all too much. “K-koyuki... I’m sorry...”
He can’t run away from it, no more, the memories clawed his mind. If he were to rip his head off, it would all stay there, so he did not do that. Curled up into the tiniest of balls, to hide the tears away from any curious watchers. Watchers, who might dare to come close, might not get the best of welcomes from the unstable Demon. That is, if he had the ‘energy’ to move, or the mental capacity to want to move on. 
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punkrockchic · 2 years
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ROLEPLAY PROMOTION
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New Role-player here ready to rock out.
Looking for anyone to roleplay with... I m not really sure what I like to roleplay about but I can see what I can do.
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