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Ok, this blog is dead. I'm going to make a new one, but it'll be for my fantrolls. I hope that most of you still will be interested in rping with me, because I've had so much fun on here. :) I'll post the URL when the blog is done.
HIATUS STILL GOING.
Whenever I just start posting all my drafts at once, I kinda sit here like
are you as dirty as your muse, mr mun? ;D
Send me ⊕ for a pro and con list about our characters sleeping together
minimum: 3 each.
Darker M!A's
For these M!As, if anybody wants to volunteer to be the torturer, they're allowed to. (Some require more than the main muse in order to be done.)
Artificial Heart:The muse no longer feels emotions for (x)- no pain, no anger, no rage. They simply become an apathetic shell. Can be broken early if something strong enough manages to break their "emotional inhibitor".
Chained up: For (x) hours, your muse will find themselves bound by chains. They can either have a savior or a torturer.
Forbidden: The muse is now forbidden from (anon decides), and every time they act on what they are forbidden from doing, their punishments grow (anon decides).
Have a ball: For the next (x) hours, your muse is ballgagged and cannot talk.
Jack the Ripper: Muse has been attacked by something that obviously has no sense of mercy. They are beaten, bloody, and left for dead someplace abandoned. Lasts until someone comes to the rescue... Or finishes the job.
Martyr: For (x) hours, your muse is kidnapped and tortured for information they don't even have.
Shock!: For (x) hours, your muse will be tied to an electric chair. Unless the torturer is provoked to electrocute your muse at a high voltage, it will not be enough to kill them.
A Sudden visit
The sudden light was surprisingly uncomfortable to her eyes. The troll heard him talking, but was all blah blah blah to her. She had expected a more entertaining greeting than him running around looking for some fancy alien translating device. It was cute to begin with, but now she was left alone.
”あなたがそれを必要としない。私はボディーランゲージを使用することができます。それはより多くの楽しみである。” Damara made sure to sigh a bit louder than normal. The petite girl proceeded to move out of the soft bed, and walk out of the room in a search for the host.
The host was in the next room. With even more greenish light turned on, he was looking for a spare xenolinguistic device everywhere, but alas - there were none. He was mumbling curses under his breath, and overall - he looked ridiculous. As if he could feel her presence with his bare back, he immideatly turned around. He didn’t hear or saw her up until she was a meter away from him. "Dust and ashes, Ram Girl! Don’t sneak behind me like that!" - he started rather panicky - "I’m looking for my translation device, lass. You know, the one that has shape of wireless headphones. I have few of them lying around, but I can’t see any of it. Do me a favor and help me find it." He was finally paying her attention, at least.
''あなたのライトは恐ろしいです。'' She wasn't smiling this time, still annoyed that he would just run off like that. Why was that damn device so important anyway? It was much more fun when he didn't understand jack shit. ''I HELP. FIND TALK THING.'' Damara turned around, walking quickly, and obviously unpleased by the situation, out in the hallway, in search for the ''talk thing''. This apartment was a mess, but the girl was just blessed with luck as she glanced inside Rezzak's bedroom, and the first thing that catched her eyes was a very familiar device, almost completely hidden, under a shirt by the bed. She quickly moved over and grabbed it off the floor, before any little robotic spider maids had the time to take it from her. The troll girl didn't even bother to give it a look before she crushed the device in her palm, letting the remains fall back to the floor. It wasn't the biggest of deals anyway, he could get more.
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fun party game: run across the nearest highway. the first to die is out.
The pirate captain honors her request looking her dead in the eyes as he firmly cups her ass.
あなたは、犬のように命令に従う。 1つのように膣を食べていますか?樹皮。