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“Honey, you’re the one who started this, and now you won’t talk? Suit yourself, I guess.”

"Watch what you say to me. I won't hesitate to cut you in half, and, don't call me honey. Bitch."

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“Because, why the fuck not?”

"I'm not telling you so drop it."

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“Really? Please, explain. I’d love to hear this.”

"Why would I tell me secrets to a complete stranger?"

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is there any certain relationships you want

There is actually one. It’s a girlfriend role if you will. I won’t say much about it since I don’t want people stealing my idea. The only things you need to know about this relationship are: • The faceclaim is Selena Gomez. You can’t change this. • Yes they are dating but it’s pretty much a open relationship.Since they are both big whores. Haha.

If anyone is interested in taking this role, message me. Even though I’m sure nobody is interested.

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“Hmm, you’re creepy and twisted. That kind of stuff doesn’t really scare me though if that was your intent. It sounds interesting enough to me.”

"I was not trying to scare you. I was just stating the obvious. Plus, I love it when my victims are not scared of me."

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“My girlfriend is no longer my girlfriend, and my sister is kinda long dead so maybe showering yourself in entrails would be the better choice, hm?”

"Oh, I have ways making the other two a reality."

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Sylar Jackal face appreciation.

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“Well I don’t have a sister or a girlfriend so you should probably shower in the entrails, that seems like the most fun option anyways.”

"Or I can do all three to you in more. I can fuck you, and let my knife glide over your soft flesh, until you're swimming in a pool of your own blood than choke you with pig intestines."

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Do you have a Kathrin?

“Who the fuck is Kathrin?”

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"So, what is there to do tonight? I could either fuck your girlfriend, kill your sister, or shower myself in entrails. Either way -- I end up happy."

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Fuck buddy application.

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Fill this out and send it to my submit box.

Name :

Availability (How busy/not busy are you.) : 

Soft or Rough? :

Dirty talk? : Yes [] No []

Dominant or Submissive? (Or both.) :

Some (Or all) of my turn on’s :

Other thing’s you should know :

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Captivity// Harley and Sylar

They say your life flashes before your eyes right before you die. Harley never really believed that sort of silly folklore. That was until she realized just how fragile her life really was. The night started off like any other night. She went to the club in hopes of seducing some rich business man enough for him to take her home. She got disgusted with the pool of men inside the bar and started to make her way home. That was when her life changed. That was when her nightmare began.  She had strolled across two city blocks when she felt like someone was watching her. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed her worse fear. Not only was she not alone, her ex foster father was carrying a gun. She started to run. She didn’t even know where she was running, she just knew that she had to get away from him.  Seeing a dark house to her left, Harley told herself that if she could just make it to the house everything would be okay. She dashed across the front yard, slipping into the house not even caring if someone owned it, completely unaware of the dangers that awaited her behind the closed doors. There was something about the place that sent a chill up her spine. She cleared her throat, looking around the blackness of the front room, calling out to the thin air. “Hello? Excuse me? Does this house belong to anyone?”   She took a few steps inside and ended up tripping over something  a dead boy. She covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming  praying she was really alone in the house.

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Tonight could not be anymore perfect. Sylar finally managed to drag a helpless life into his home and have his way with it. Today was not the young boy's night. Was he asking for this? No. Did he do anything to Sylar in the past to tick him off? Absolutely not. In fact they were complete strangers. That was always the best part. He rarely killed people he knew. Only because they normally had something to hold over him. Sylar stared down at the limb and unresponsive body. He was not dead, at least, not yet. Sylar liked to toy with his victims before ending all their unnecessary torture. Many people didn't know of Sylar's true tendencies. Mainly because they never stuck around long enough to find out. Which for their benefit was a good thing. Finally after twenty minutes of inducing the young teenaged boy with the drug he began to awaken. With blurry vision he still knew he was in a unknown location. "Shit. My head. Where am I?" He questioned himself silently, still having no idea Sylar was in the room. As his vision began to clear up he soon was able to make it out. He was in a kitchen and a older gentlemen was standing right above him. He tried to stand but Sylar pushed him right back down on his ass. The boy didn't seemed scared, only because he was not sure what the stranger was capable of. "Who the hell are you and why am I here?" He demanded. He wanted answers. Now. Sylar refused to answer. Instead he turned around and headed toward a drawer on the far end of the kitchen. All the while the teen kept trying to get up, but he was unable. It was like his legs were made of jelly. "You might just wanna give up." Sylar finally blurted out as he ran his finger tip against his largest butcher knife. With eyes staring dead on Sylar fear started to flow through the vains of the teenager. He just wanted to go home and as far from Sylar as he possibly could. He knew something was seriously wrong with this guy. Sylar than turned to face the teenager and easily kicked him to his back. Sylar wasted no time in stabbing him directly in the stomach. A scream of sheer pain rung through out the small apartment. "W-What the fuck?! Why are you d-doing this? Is it money you want? I can give you as much as you!" The teenager began to trimber under the steel toed boot. Sylar shoot his head as a light but demonic smirk soon found it's way to his lips. "No, I'm just out of food." That was it. Those words. The poor young boy knew his fate. Due to all this occupying Sylar's mind he didn't even notice someone enter his apartment through the back door. The next couple minutes were a blurr. All Sylar remembered was the blade of the knife going in and out of the boy's flesh, his kitchen floor being painted with the beautiful color of red. Finally after about six stabs he pulls away knowing full well the kid was gonner. The blue stained lips the teenager turned over on his stomach, trying his best to ignore the unbeliveable pain and crawled to the nearest door. Sadly for him he died upon reaching the living room that was when Sylar heard the voice of a female. Quickly he followed the now dead body with his knife in hand and meet eye to eye with the intruder. Sylar's body froze. The only type of movement his body showed was anger toward the girl. She saw what he did. Now he had to stop her from blabbering it anyone else, no matter how he was going to do that he was more than willing.

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you & elena gilbert

[thesanityofren-deactivated20140]

Ship me with someone and I'll react with a GIF

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Steven Yeun

//Oh. Okay. I’ll discuss it with him.

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Go with Steven!

//Steven?

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Opinions?

I'm going to help my good friend set up a roleplay blog but we both are at a cross roads. We don't know what face claim to give his character. He wants to use someone from The Walking Dead (not Norman) he also wants someone underused but still has a lot of GIFs. Any and all opinions would be terrific. Help a future fellow roleplayer out. Please?