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bigbutterdaddy

*boop* want some cookies? ~chae

Yes!!! I always want cookies!

naughtyornicecl

You should come bake some with me. *winks*

sonvoeux

[ ! ] Please reblog this if you are an active, literate krp blog that is open to plotting and looking for roleplay partners, oc, au or gen.

kitterahsdollhouse

Reblog if you're willing to change your format(s) for those with disabilities.

I havent seen one of these for this yet so I just wanna let everyone know:

if you need me to change my formatting to make it easier to rp with you, all you have to do is tell me.

This includes putting extra spaces, taking out fancy/special characters, bolding things, changing font sizes, etc…

bishop-agent-provocateur

This Blog Does NOT RP SMUT with MINORS.

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I don’t care how mature you think you are, or how well your write or portray your character. In fact, that’s completely beyond the point. Any adult that is caught exposing or engaging a minor in sexual content can be ARRESTED and PROSECUTED. Simply being charged, even if the case is later dropped or you’re found innocent, can having a horrible and lifelong impact on a persons existence. It can prevent a person from getting and keeping a job and housing, ruin friendships and relationships and generally fuck up a persons life. So don’t lie or trick or guilt or pressure someone into smut if you are under 18. It’s just not worth it.

And it should be generally unsaid that seeking or pressuring minors to smut is whole world of creepy and disgusting. Just don’t do it.

I have been gone for too long. I'm still struggling with what put me on hiatus, but I miss everyone here. So I think I am going to try coming back... that being said, I am now on Pst so my time will be different from before. If you still are around and are ok with rping with me I would love to.

naughtyornicecl

“Welcome back to earth… Grimm.”

A tall hooded man commented to a laid bare man on an altar, nearly sprawled out, but no limbs hanging off the sides. Surrounding where he lay, there were candles, skulls, some written symbols- a few inwhich he was familiar with, and some heavy burning incense. Sitting up nice and slow, Grimm looked around the stone built walls, was he underground? What was with the old fashioned surroundings, not to mention what year was he even, in? Lifting his own hands, he stared at them, almost bewildered by his own existence.

As the hooded stranger who likely was the one who brought life back into age old bones, stood idly by, they eventually commented;”You can’t go back to your crypt.” Pausing, Grimm turned toward the other, their voice deep and almost distant despite their close quarters. Long blonde hair fell passed his shoulders and down his back, as well as hang over his chest as he stared at the faceless figure. With head lifted slightly, and lips pursed, they smacked softly with a remark;"…Why not?”

“…You’ve been gone a long while Grimm, anything there is of no use to you now.. Plus, you don’t still want to live in a crypt do you? Come now, it’s the twenty-first century, not eight-teen fifty. Even you weren’t born then, so why live like it? I’ve got a good spot for you.. I’ll show you that later.. in the mean time, put this on.” A similar robe like the faceless figure was wearing, was thrown on top of Grimm’s nude body;“Don’t need you wandering around naked now do we? Got to have you up and running before you draw attention on yourself.”

With a wicked, though fatigued grin, he lifted a left hand and displayed a hand gesture that implied a waiting to be given something;”You did.. didn’t you?” the figure gave a brief nod before exiting the room, returning momentarily with a gagged and bound foreign brunette female. Even though muffled, the female exhibited wild hysteria, and struggled a great deal. Glaring the woman down with hungry eyes, he gestured with two fingers;“Bring her to me..” that same wicked grin still pasted on his face while the frightened to-be victim was forcefully dragged against her will to the altar. With assistance by Grimm, she was placed not only on the altar sitting up, but in his lap;“Let her go, I got her.” He gestured the hooded figure away, while he proceeded to tenderly grasp the brunette’s shoulders;“Hush now..pretty thing. What are you so scared of?” A soft chuckle rang out in the near empty, stone made room aside from the altar, and items decorating around it. With a right hand he let go of her shoulder and caressed her face, where tear stains were evident.

He continued to coddle and caress the bound woman while the hooded figure stood by with crossed arms;”We don’t have time for you to sit here and toy with your food, bleed her already.” Grimm shot a stern glare in their direction;”I like’em a certain!” With the female shaken out of the false reality, and comfort Grimm had began to weave in her mind, she easily pulled out of his weak grip and toppled to the floor where the figure hurried to retrieve her, and pull up to stand once again- shoving her into Grimm forcefully;”Look what you did, you scared her! Don’t open your mouth-“ The hooded figure interrupted;”Bleed her, or do you want your resurrection to be for nothing?!” with a snarl, Grimm shifted to form and gave the woman a final picture, a wicked, vampiric distortion of some kind grinning down at her with not two, but four fangs;”..Sorry.” The sarcasm was evident in his tone as he bit into their neck and fed on the nutritional blood he hadn’t tasted in what felt like centuries. There were muffled screams of agony and struggling, but it just made the feeding that much more enjoyable, .. with the help of the stranger to keep the soon lifeless corpse in place until Grimm’s strength returned to him. Releasing the corpse as it slumped to the floor, he stuck out a tongue and hungrily licked around his bloodied lips with a intense side gaze toward what he assumed was his mentor, or savior.. one or the other;“Got anymore?” He had nerve to ask, making grotesque noises with his mouth as he enjoyed what was left of his blood letting.

“Put the robe on, you’ve got some catching up to do.” With a scoff and a snort, Grimm swung his legs off the side of the altar, stood up, threw the robe back at the figure and disappeared in a blur. With a deep sigh, the hooded stranger glanced momentarily at the robe, and then the exit in which they strongly believed to be where he fled out and slowly but surely began to clean up the dead woman slumped down by the altar. No point chasing Grimm down, he’d been gone a long while.

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3 hours later.

YTN reports live tonight; “Tattooed nude man running through the streets.. biting people from the looks of it.” The news anchor and their coworker discussed their opinions on the long haired wild man running rampid in South Korea, where did he come from and where was he going? “Folks if this is in your area, please refrain from opening your doors to this man and keep windows locked until police have caught the suspect. Until we know more, this man is considered very hostile, and unpredictable. We’ll be back with more news, stay tuned.”

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There was so much less stress today knowing Viktor was dead, she was finally free of him. Now all she had left to do was take care of Nerdy. She still felt extremely frazzled. In the last two weeks she had a dead cat stapled to her wall and blood all over her house, then she came home to find the one thing she truly loved nearly dead. Cancelling all of her appointments for the last week was probably the best and worst thing she could have done for herself.

She needed the mental break and the time to find someone to rid her of that lousy piece of shit. Though in reality she hadn’t taken care of herself all week. Right now she was sitting in the same place she had been most of the week, her couch. The only time she had even gotten up was to give Nerdy her medication and to keep herself from smelling like a trash can.

Zoning out to the TV she heard her stomach roar at her again. It had to have been at least a day since she had eaten that bowl of popcorn maybe she should make something. As she stood up her sweats slipped lower on her hips, pulling them up she walked into the kitchen. It wasn’t even a question at this point she went straight for the kimchi ramyun. Going through the motions as she listened to the TV in the back ground.

All of the sudden her ears perked up. What was that? Something about a naked man biting people? Did they really say that? What in the hell is the world coming to?

naughtyornicecl

@xxgrimm found it. This is the one you wanted.

naughtyornicecl

A Wicked ‘Neighbor’.

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Grimm shifted weight to his other leg as he waited for the door to open.. yet it didn’t. to his distaste, the long haired male paused at the question presented too him. What could he say? He had no reason to be at this strangers house but.. that body heat, he sensed it like infrared vision. Able see the make up of her aura, even gave away the physique of the person on the other side of the wall, hinting at gender and physical strength. Easy prey, but to just get in the door.. Grimm cooed lovingly like a dove;”Madam, my neighbors have caused a ruckus and now the police are also searching MY apartment. I would like to watch the news but they refuse to let me in my own home.. might I come in and see what is going on?” Effortless right? Surely a cup of sugar was much passed its prime, nobody came over for sugar anymore so why else?

As the police came up the railing (ie, mun is presuming Chae lives on the second floor, and also in duplex of sorts, which makes sense for owning a ‘lower level’. Correct me if im wrong luv.) Grimm impatiently tapped his fingers against his outer right leg, they’d seen him before- even if it was only from behind. Reaching up to pull his long blonde hair off to the side, he waited for the victim to open their door- but the challenge didn’t stop there. He stood a bout 6 ft tall with a black leather jacket on with a biker logo on the back, a skull with a snake tongue sticking out, and cross bones. The material looked worn around the hems of the sleeves, and the zipper looked about ready to fall off, underneath was a bare chest, a few tattoos sticking out here and there but nothing too distinct could be pointed out in the dark- even from a porch light. On his legs were some typical blue jeans, and .. boots.. cowboy boots.

naughtyornicecl

Her brows knitted together, it wasn’t like her to be completely untrusting of others but something sounded fishy about this. The strangers words seemed off. He sounded close to her age but his words sounded like those of someone at least double. “I was just in the shower. I’m indecent at the moment. Can you find somewhere else to go?” She walked closer to the door, laying her ear on it. She listened for clues as to what was going on, but there was nothing.

What was going on with her life right now? She had just gotten rid of one psychopath and now some stranger was just wandering up to her door. She held her breath clinging to the towel around her upper body. Why wasn’t he leaving? She slowly opened the door a crack. “Look, I don’t think I can help you. Maybe you should find someplace else.” She had never been so thankful for the extra precautions she put in place for Viktor, the chain lock held the door so it wouldn’t open any further than a few inches.

naughtyornicecl

@xxgrimm more?

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Estranged Meet’n Greets

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As Grimm calmly listened to the repetitive music, the grunt of the gate along with a disgruntled shout jogged him from his comfortable peace. Yanking the strange accent piece into the palm of his hand, he closed it and craned a neck to his right, peering over his shoulder with curiosity. Couldn’t kids go find another graveyard to play in? Why, oh why was it always this one? He waited, still unsure of who the female was, only that it was a woman by the tone of the voice. He never moved though, just lower his right hand that once held up the object from earlier. Who dared enter Grimm’s home?

He wasn’t near his crypt however, which had it’s own little four walls and iron wrought gate surrounding it. (refer to biography for link to photo.) He was out in the open. How could such an odd bulk of a hunched over man on a tombstone with his bare bottom crack shown to the world due to the way his position pulled at the denim material- not be seen?

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She dug into her bag pulling out her sketchbook and pencils just as she entered, never really looking up. She had gotten lost in her head already picturing the piece she wanted to paint. Blankly looking around she glanced past the figure to her left as she found what she was looking for off to her right. She quickly closed ground on a sculpted figure placing herself at its feet.

“This is perfect, look at the wings.” She slowly pulled out the first pencil focusing on the paper, there was just enough light by the moon that she didn’t need the lamp. As she began to draw, sitting on the ground, the whole world faded away. The music in her ears became a hum of noise to which she could hear the rhythm of her heart. Time even slowed for her, each stoke of the pencil taking an eternity her breaths bated. This was her life, her secret space.

naughtyornicecl

@xxgrimm this is another long one we had

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Grimm didn’t eve knock, just throw the front door open wherein it slammed against the wall as it was flung inward at a great velocity. Reaching up a right hand to scratch the side of his neck, he left the door ajar while roaming the house for Chaerin. Upon finding her, he shoved the crumpled short letter (from the ask.) he’d made for her, in the direction of their face. He never said anything, just stare with annoyance as he waited for her to respond, more so to the letter than his barging in.

He was dressed sloppily for once, his blond hair was messy, frizzy and held way too many dead ends. The heavy humidity likely added to his poor hairstyle. He held the jacket part of a suit on with no shirt underneath with all kinds of wrinkles and was even more a little lopsided.

No buttons were done, it allowed his bare chest to be exposed while the slacks he wore were in similar condition to the jacket worn, only less wrinkly. At the door was a worn, rugged hiking backpack, something that probably belonged to Grimm, yet why it was left at the door- one could only guess.

Chae is bent over her oven pulling out the final batch of brown butter brown sugar cookies, when the door slams open. Jumping at the sudden noise she burned the top of her hand as she dropped the cookie tin, “Son of a cock fucker. What the,” she whipped around watching Grimm close in on her. A knot hit the pit of her stomach abruptly. She scanned him quickly as she found a piece of paper being shoved in her face.

“Well hello handsome. You’re letting the flies in,” she drolled turning away from him to cover her hand. She hoped the tears that had slowly begun welling in her eyes hadn’t been noticeable. Burns were always bad for her they reminded her too much of him, her past. She walked slowly to sink running cold water over the back of her hand, washing the pain away. Returning to Grimm, Chaerin grabbed the note reading it. She stifled a laugh as she glanced up at him from under her lashes. ‘Is he serious?’

“You look a bit disheveled, have you eaten? I would offer you a bite but I am not sure you appreciate my life enough. Also, to be clear: NOT a whore. I don’t sleep with clients.” She taps his nose grinning, “I only sleep with people I like. That my dear makes me a slut. Know your insults Grimm.”

She walked around him with a smirk. Crossing the living room to the front door, she moved his backpack out of the way to shut the door.

naughtyornicecl

@xxgrimm is this the thread you were looking for?

I'm not dead...

My child was sexually assaulted and I'm too fucking stressed to deal with this. If you need me my personal blog is @kassandria13 I'm there most days. I'm sorry to abandon this. I hope to return but I am so lost right now.

#personal #psa #mun speaks

So...

In September of last year I nearly died of Acute Renal Failure. I was in the hospital for roughly half a month and when I got out I was nowhere near healthy. But I was told by multiple doctors I would continue to get healthier over the next several months. So I waited and tried my best to keep healthy in all the ways I could, because I couldn't actually move around much. By the time February had come, some things had gotten better but not much. I was not able to eat meat getting daily hives and felt like I was slowly dying. I was admitted to the hospital for sepsis again this time stemming from a UTI. Generally the only people who get hospitalized for this are either very young or very old. But there is was again over a week in the hospital because I was trying to die. When I got out this time I felt more able to eat, and I was given meds for nausea which had been so severe. Slowly things started to not feel like the end, I was not where near healthy but I was not contemplating my end. I got diagnosed with another chronic illness after starting to feel sick and intense pain again but there was a light, I could have surgery to alleviate some of this pain. So we scheduled it, I got tested to go in... the night before, my doctor called to tell me the surgery was off. She stated that I was highly likely to die on the table and if I didn't have a nepherologist I needed to find one immediately. That my kidney functionality test came back extremely bad. With out giving me a diagnosis she all but told me I have chronic kidney disease. I have been sick, sicker than I have ever been in my whole life for months and no one looked to see why. And now I am not sure what to do. So I left here, I crawled into my cave for months. I left this place and even my personal friends because I couldn't deal with my daily life, let alone come on here and give the people I adore fore their ability to write my half assed attempt at writing. Hell I didn't even live for a while I just ate slept expelled and bathed when I became so gross it was worth the hives pain and itching bathing brought on. But here I am. I can't guarantee I will be super regular, but I will try. I am ashamed some of the people I truly love thought I died. That is on me.

#personal #update #important #i appologize