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alt fc: young macaulay culkin.

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revamping me boy, like for a starter

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@frightsight liked for a starter.

legs are propped up quite comfortably on the edge of dark brown coffee table, toes underneath the soles of black boots click together in a neurotic manner. fidgeting. finds it difficult to remain still. “ seiji, you’re really pretty. i mean it, super pretty. probably the prettiest girl i’ve ever met. ” matter of fact in tone, though an empty compliment coming from the stone boy. liked to hand them out quite blindly. of course she was pretty, though he could say the same about most people he met.

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“ RUDI RUDI RUDI. ” soft pale skin does little to muffle the banging of stone knuckles against the bathroom door. he can hear the ghoul crying ( has been crying for quite some time ) though he didn’t know why, had just come over to see if rudi wanted to go to the woods with him. “ ah c’mon rudi open up and come play. it’s nice outside! “

struggling. hurting. he’s been crying all evening, locked himself in the bathroom. clumps of skin– flesh– lay on the floor, blood staining tile. parts of his arms, thighs, shoulders, are missing. cuts, cuts all over his body. claw marks. incisions. self - inflicted, wounds that mean so much. why’d he have to be saved ?

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An Alien… ? by Elsie Van Der Walt

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THE ENERGY was incredible, the most alive he’d ever felt. it was as if his body had been shocked to life, felt like he could run and run and run !! head nods at rudi, eyes are REALLY DARK now, wide and BLACK. he wants to stand up, wants to move so he does. hand reaches out for rudi too, devilish grin in place. “ c’mon lets go DO something. you gotta bring the coke though, don’t forget that. “ not sure what he wants to do exactly, just knows he doesnt want to SIT. 

he watches him, wonders how he could fuck this up. quite honestly the boy does well, rudi’s impressed. he’s not exactly a professional himself, he just knows how it’s done. michael’s initial reaction to the drug is funny to him; he laughs, entertained. probably a bad idea to give this hyper - active child something that will only double that.  then again it’s not a good idea for rudi to have it, either. gets reckless. “ yous did it good ! we’ll do more in a sec, just— tell me how yous feelin’. good, ain’t it ? like it ? feel that energy ? “

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ill be over HERE if you want to write when i get off work! there should be a starter call on that blog or if you’d rather plot just im me :)

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when u remember your character has complete amnesia and doesn’t know his own birthday :/

michael’s birthday is in four days :0

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michael’s birthday is in four days :0

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i like girls that look like they could beat me up

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ok but being a victim of molestation and not being comfortable with writing non con does not make me ‘nice and shiny’ and reluctant to cross borders. the way this post is phrased is disgusting. you dont need to be comfortable writing rape or abuse in order for your rp to remain interesting and not boring.

can u please give this post a like if you’re comfortable playing darker/sensitive themes such as non/dub-con, (mental) abuse, violence, gore, literally anything that can potentially trigger people? Because. I want to explore beyond the “everything nice and shiny”-border this community seems reluctant to cross, because standard-threads get boring with the time. Remember that /playing/ such topics does not make one a supporter of any of these listed above.

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💋 !

kiss kiss fall in love meme / /  not accepting

  for her, the kiss was unexpected …  she looks up at him,  eyes all wonder. it’s all MAGIC to her, the disney princess formula.   a lonely girl  plus a pretty boy  can create nothing but the purest of puerile affections.   she is KIND. he is LOVELY .

                                     THE CINDERELLA STORY.

             when he pulls away her heart stops.    there will a disparity in their reactions, but she will be unable to see it.  for her it will be love. for him, it will be ? ?  ? ( the beautiful UNKNOWN ).  seiji takes a breath ; she must breathe. she must breathe. 

                  “ y-you kissed me.”

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pale boy leads her through the untrimmed forest, jumps over branches and pushes past leaves. there is no trail to where he’s taking her, no ways to public access unless you shove your way through the crowds of shrubbery. michael knows it like the back of his hand, could recite the entire area. every brook, every fallen tree, he remembered it all.

PETS. the word for him is unfamiliar, though he makes the assumption she’s using it to describe his bunnies. “ i take all the ones i find and keep ‘em. some still have soft bits, ill let you touch em if you want! “ sounds excited, features lift into a grin. they’re getting close.

‘ oh .. o-okay. ’  frigid fingers intertwine easily with his own, clinging on for dear life as they meander their way through all sorts of shrubbery.  it’s COMFORTING, even the smallest of contact warms her up.  makes her feel safe,  &&  wanted.  even feels special she’s the only he’s ever shown his bunnies to.

she follows closely behind him, using michael’s lanky build as a shield against the plant life surrounding them, the one’s she couldn’t avoid were prickly against her milky skin.  ‘ mn  .. .  y-you got lots of p-pets ? ’  she’s not sure how else to ask         naively CONFUSED  &&  a little bewildered she’ll just mumly comply, not quite sure what to make of his tales, just glad she gets to see the furry creatures.

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ECSTATIC, a sudden energy received from the offer given. he’s never been to a club owned by an ANGEL ( must be the best one in the entire world, he thinks. ) looking down at his hands he realizes they’re covered in dirt, lines of it racing up his arms and when fingertips meet locks of hair he can feel clumps clinging to black. he wouldnt be caught DEAD attending a club looking like THIS.

“ im all DIRTY, you got a shower i can use ?? “

              could attempt to explain that it wasn’t that type of club . there were no dancers , no pretty boys . but the angel decides to humor him , instead .         ‘  sure , darling . i’ll write down the address for you and tell my bouncer to let you in . any time from ten on - wards is usually pretty good .  ’

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alt fc: young macaulay culkin

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alt fc: young macaulay culkin.