So how long till you turn 18 haha.
[ooc] It's not about when I'm turning 18, it's mostly about being comfortable with rp'ing smut. I won't do smut with someone I don't know ooc.
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So how long till you turn 18 haha.
[ooc] It's not about when I'm turning 18, it's mostly about being comfortable with rp'ing smut. I won't do smut with someone I don't know ooc.
Hello everyone.
New Anna blog from the movie “Frozen” wishing to RP with some homies. So if you’ll like/reblog this so I may check you out, that would be super!
I feel really ashamed having to do this but I’m hella desperate. So here it goes. As y’all have probably noticed, my activity has decreased significantly due to an immense amount of personal drama. All of which involves money. As of right now— I am currently 1,982 dollars in debt due to a suicide attempt from last year. I have debt collectors on my case, threatening to take away my car, and it’s just very stressful. Well, the other day, whilst driving home, I was pulled over due to my taillight being out. While I wasn’t charged for the taillight, the officer decided to give me a ticket for not using my blinker while in a McDonald’s parking lot. I wasn’t even on the road.
The real kicker is that the ticket is for 200 dollars. Not only that, but if I do not pay it by July 29, I could face up to 3 weeks in jail. Might I also add that this is my first offense. I have never been pulled over any other time in my five years on the road. My godfather knows the sheriff who pulled me over and he never loses a case. So I have been told by multiple officers my chances of making this vanish are literally impossible. I have no money at the moment. My bank account as of right now is at $38.22. And that has to last me until my next paycheck two weeks from now. I’m only making about $300 every two weeks. And that’s easily gone due to my car, gas, rent. I really don’t want to go to jail. I’m honestly very scared and my parents aren’t willing to help me out. They said I need to learn from my experience- yadda, yadda. I’m so poor I’m living on their couch. So they know my economic standing.
I would honestly appreciate it if anyone would be willing to help me out. Even a dollar is amazing. If all of my followers were to give me a dollar, I would have more than enough to pay off the ticket and my ambulance bill alone. I’ve never been the kind to reach out for help but I don’t know what to do. I have paypal. My email is [email protected]. I feel like such a sleazeball asking for help. But I honestly have no other choice.
Thank you so much for even taking the time to read this. Hopefully I can find a way out of the situation. Please forgive me. I’m just really not in the mood to live out Orange is the New Black: Texas.
Open
✽— "I'm such a fool."
Jealous messages
[MSG]: Did you have fun with you-know-who last night?
[MSG]: I guess my company doesn't interest you any more.
[MSG]: What do you see in that guy/girl?
[MSG]: (S)he's kind of hot... you think?
[MSG]: Is he bigger than me?
[MSG]: When's the wedding?
[MSG]: I heard you and ___ are an item.
[MSG]: Is there... someone else?
[MSG]: I never agreed to an open relationship!
[MSG]: Does she do that thing that I do for you?
[MSG]: I see you'll flirt with just about anyone.
[MSG]: I'm a fool for thinking I was special to you.
[MSG]: How serious is it between you two?
[MSG]: You've been spending a lot of time with ___ recently.
[MSG]: So you tell all girls/guys that, I see.
[MSG]: So that's your type, huh?
[MSG]: Who's better in bed, me or him/her?
[MSG]: I can't bear to see you with someone else.
[MSG]: You're just a slut.
[MSG]: Just curious... not like I'm jealous or anything...
“It’s usually because they don’t understand love at all.”
✽— "Some people are just so blind and hateful. What do they get from telling me that my love for my girlfriend is not the same as the one they feel for their partner?"
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✽— "Why don't they understand, Love is not a choice."
Leaning forward, he carefully took the sandwich into his then toothless mouth before bitting down on it the moment those pearly whites appeared again. The sandwich was gone within seconds though it still left him a bit hungry- though he would not ask her for anymore.
Instead, to show his thanks, he moved around her with a slight purr whilst rubbing his head against her hand. It wasn’t hard to sense the fear that she felt and he wanted to show that there was nothing to be scared of.
✽— Elsa was amazed, the dragon was so gentle when he took the food from her. Like he felt her fear and genuinely wanted to reassure her. It made a smile appear on her face, her eyes only widening in curiosity and excitement.
The black dragon purred like a large, scaled cat as it nuzzled her hand. It was a sweet gesture and Elsa knew it was meant to calm her. And it really helped, because the student felt like this dragon actually meant no harm. So not all stories about the bad, bad dragons are true, huh?
The scales felt funny against her skin, rough but at the same time smooth. She moved her hand over the dragon's head, the same way she would pet a cat or a dog.
Elsa put her bag down and sat into the soft grass next to it. It was such a nice day, warm and cloudless, with soft breezes rustling through the trees. The perfect day to make a new friend.
Would you like to do a NSFW role-play?
[ooc] I'm happy you've come to ask me personally, but there are a few things stopping me from roleplaying nsfw [I guess you mean smut, looking at your blog] with you.
First off, you don't have a real roleplay blog. You don't have an about page, you don't state what muse you're playing as and you don't have a rules page. I don't roleplay with personals/non-roleplay blogs, sorry.
Secondly, I ship chemistry and I can't just do smut without having our muses even build up a relationship before.
Thirdly and most importantly: I am not off age to roleplay smut yet. I don't want to cause trouble for anyone until I've turned 18, the legal age in my country.Yes I state on my page that nsfw may happen, but that means general not safe for work themes, such as gore, blood, violence - you know the drill.
[posting this for my other followers, I do hope this doesn't bother you]
Send me "¤" For my muses reaction to yours kissing them out of no where
His smile got wider with obvious joy and excitement. She could actually see him. Which meant only one thing; he was no longer invisible. But how? Kicking his feet off the ground, Jack floated around her, his curiosity getting the best of him. “Yep, that’s me. And you’re Elsa. ❄️ but how can you see me?”
✽— Elsa was happy to see Jack smile. His big smile was infectious and she found her own widening at the sight of his. He seemed like a nice guy, not a douche like Hans from the football team or his buddies. Something made Elsa curious though, his stark white hair. Her own was light, platinum-blonde, but far from the snowy colour of his.
"You know me? Why wouldn't I be able to see you?"
"You’re bleeding!" - estivxte
Astrid looked down at her thigh where she had seen the girl gesturing to, Blood seeping through her clothes. She knew she had tripped a few minutes before, But hadn’t even realized she was bleeding until she saw the wound.
"Elsa, Do you.. Have anything I could wrap this up with? It’s bleeding pretty hard."
"It’s weird, I rarely ever fall". Astrid sighed.
She put her hand out, Offering to help Elsa back to her feet. She looked down at her perfectly wrapped up thigh, Impressed that Elsa knew exactly what to do in the situation.
"Thanks for letting me use your scarf, And i’m sorry that I wrecked it because of this.”
✽— "It happens."
She shrugged, trying to lighten the mood with a small smile. Gratefully, she took Astrid's hand and let herself be helped up so she stood eye-to-eye with her friend again.
"It's okay, don't worry. I'm glad I could help you. Can you walk?"
Send in a ❝❞ ...
…and my muse will tell you one of the following after a random number generation.
MIX OF FLUFF, ANGST, NSFW, LYRICS AS PHRASES, ETC.
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Anna fiddled with the fabric of the dress that she held clenched in one hand, waiting for her sisters reaction which she knew wasn’t going to be good. Elsa didn’t have a particular liking for Hans, or any of his brothers for that matter. She was about to turn once again to escape her sisters wrath when she was called back again.
Chin up, she turned to face her older sister. “Yes, Hans from the party.” She said casually. Facing her sister, she swallowed. “Yes Elsa, I know exactly what you think of him. I’ve heard it a thousand times.” The number was obviously exaggerated but it got her point across. “But," She said, fixing her sister with almost a mirrored stare, “He was a proper gentleman to me at the party. I don’t see why I shouldn’t give him a chance.”
Glancing over to the clock, she noticed that her time was slowly running out and if she didn’t hurry up she was going to be late. “Look, Elsa,” She said, her eyes darting between the clock and her sister. “Can we discuss this when I get home? Please? I need to get ready.” She said, leaving out the ‘—or I’m going to be late’ bit which was obviously implied.
✽— Elsa was very sure that Hans was just one of those guys. Just because he wasn't very obvious about his intentions didn't mean he had none. And it was Elsa's duty as an older sister to protect her from guys like that.
With other guys, she would trust that they knew Anna wasn't legal yet, but she wouldn't be surprised to hear that Hans already had young girlfriends before. He seemed like the type of guy who didn't care about minor details like age.
"I'm just worried about you."
Why couldn't Anna see Hans like she did and go out with Kristoff? He was far better for her anyway.
"Please Anna, don't do anything you don't want to just so he likes you. Don't do anything stupid."
Elsa let her young sister pass into the bathroom to change and get ready for her date.
"You’re bleeding!" - estivxte
Astrid looked down at her thigh where she had seen the girl gesturing to, Blood seeping through her clothes. She knew she had tripped a few minutes before, But hadn’t even realized she was bleeding until she saw the wound.
"Elsa, Do you.. Have anything I could wrap this up with? It’s bleeding pretty hard."
✽— How did Astrid even manage to injure herself this badly? Without hesitation, Elsa took off her thick blue scarf and kneeled down so she could wrap the scarf around the blonde's thigh. She was careful and tried not to hurt her friend but it probably still stung like hell - the wound was bleeding quite strongly, after all.
"How can anyone be so clumsy?"
Elsa spoke more with herself than with Astrid, her breath clouding in front of her face. It was early winter and although it wasn't that cold yet, Elsa had taken her scarf with her that morning. Now she was glad she did.
"We need to get you to a doctor, Astrid."
Did some painting experiments, and it was fun!
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Anna fiddled with the clothes in her closet, brushing past shirt after shirt. She was aware that she hadn’t told Elsa of her plans for the rest of the day, and if she was honest she was sort of hoping to avoid this whole awkward conversation with her sister. Hearing her sisters suggestion, she analyzed the dress in her head, trying to think of an other accessories to go with the dress.
Decided that the dress was a good option she darted back out of her closet and through the pile of clothes on the floor. She was positive that she’d thrown it out here somewhere. “Ah-ha!” She exclaimed, pulling the wrinkled piece of fabric from the bottom of the pile she shook it out. She could braid her hair and wrap in a ‘milkmaid braid' which wouldn't be overly fancy. “Thanks for the idea, Elsa.” She said to her sister, relief evident in her voice.
The auburn haired girl was about to dart into the bathroom to change and get ready for her date when her sister’s voice stopped her. “No.” She paused before turning around to face her sister, “I’m seeing Hans.” She said a half smile pulling at her lips.
✽— Elsa smiled at her sister as she found the dress and accepted her suggestion. In moments like these, they could be who they were - sisters. They could forget about the hardships of their life and their past, even if only for a small amount of time.
Hans? Hans of all people? Anna was apparently trying to say it casually as she pushed past Elsa to enter the bathroom, but she stopped her younger sister.
"Hans from the party?"
That guy had 12 brothers who were just as false and douche-y as he was. Elsa really didn't want her sister to hang around that guy. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and fixed Anna with a serious stare.
"You know exactly what I think about him, Anna."