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- Nov 8, 2017
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Hello everyone who stops by, thanks for reading and I hope you find some interest. Let me first get some stuff out of the way.
Platforms: email, kik, google hangouts and google docs preferred.
These are nsfw prompts that I would say are on the higher end of nsfw material.
Themes will include ap, sci-fi and adventure.
What I’m looking for in a partner: detailed and not just in action but internal thoughts and feelings. Someone who loves to write as much as I do and is active and engaged in the story. Someone who wants to truly build from the start and won’t start throwing out one line responses or disappear after a few days. I would truly like someone committed to rp but still finds it fun and exciting to feed off of their partner. Someone who wants to get to know their partner to enhance the rp for them and chat here and there about it. Basically a rp nerd haha, like me.
If interested please include in your first message, a name to call you, age irl, ideas for the prompts or your own, desires for the rp and platform you prefer. Hope to hear from you!
Jonathan
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“The [gods](https://static01.nyt.com/images/2014/05/11/arts/11GODZILLA1_SPAN/11GODZILLA1_SPAN-blog427.jpg) rose up” - I was 19 when the first one rose from the sea. It destroyed everything in its path. It first arrived in Tokyo and as the world watched it made shambles of the tiny nation and then as quickly as it appeared it was gone.
We had been out on notice but as we do most of the time we ignored the obvious and two years later it came back but this time it was only the first of many.
By the time I had turned 25 the earth had been changed. Turned to dust was so many cities and towns. Fires were everywhere and nothing could stop these things.
The army started taking every one 16 and older. I was drafted when I just turned 26. I watched these beasts up close and personal as we traveled from one defensive position to another and I watched as friends I’d never known before and will never know again vanished before my eyes. So many I had lost track of a number but I can honestly say I have seen enough death in my life...sanity was drifting away.
When I turned 35 I deserted. Fleeing my group into Canada, as far north as I could go. Into the desolation of the cold northern lakes where there was nothing fir hundreds of miles.
Five years later I haven’t seen a monster nor another human since but a week ago the familiar footfalls rumbled through the permafrost under my feet and shook my tiny cabin. It lasted for days and after gaining enough courage to venture out I saw him, the first one, the fire breather. His head sticking up over the horizon twenty miles to the south as I stood on top of the closest mountain to my cabin to the north. A battle raged around him, mortars sending smoke high into the atmosphere.
I would come to find that this battle was the last stand of man. The war was coming to an end. All was lost. The population depleted so much that there was none left to fight but this last company basically committing suicide by monster.
Standing on that mountain top I watched for hours until all went quiet and He left to the south. Then I made my way down to survey the scene and take any supplies I could find. But what I did find were two survivors. A young girl maybe 15 and another older but not by much. Hurt and unconscious I loaded them into a working Jeep that was still running and now, sitting by the fire of my small cabin by a lake I named prudence when I arrived, all I can do is hope they survive.
“The tipping point “ - long ago when I was a child things that happened live deep down in a memory I cannot remember but for bits and pieces. A smile by my mother looking down on me. White walls with balloons painted on them. A car rolling across the floor.
Flashes of a life that is gone. Flashes of a life that I’ll never give to another.
I turned 40 today, I think. It’s a date like so many others I remember but with out much context to go with it. I just know that those flashes in my head are from a different place in time and in this world.
The tipping point cane when I was four. History can fill in the rest of my life, I’m one of the few that is still here to tell it. Nature took her world back and aside from cleaner air, she hasn’t done us any favors since but then again we really don’t deserve them do we?
It started in the summer of twenty twenty when the heat broke records throughout the world. Drought was common and the weather was strange. It started with a hurricane that barreled off the African coast turning into the strongest ever recorded with in days. When it hit the east coast of Florida the winds registered over two hundred miles and hour a hundred miles from the eye. It laid ruin to the state before coming out into the gulf and becoming a monster again. With a turn to the north it eyed the Texas coast and after everything was over it was leaving the coast of main ten days later having cut a swath of total destruction across the U.S. then the earthquake hit off the coast of Washington. The cascadia
Subduction zone ruptured down the coast and triggered faults along its way like the San Andreas. By the time the last wave of the biggest tsunami ever recorded struck the west coast was gone from the Alaskan bay to Mexico. Nothing survived from coast to 50 miles in. America was in ruin and the rest of the world started to shake and deal with the odd storms in the coming months.
A year later governments had fallen and the population had been cut in half.
Then the sickness started. With no resources to do anything about this virus we all just sat and waited to die from it. It took my mother first. The little I remember about those times one thing that stands out we’re her screams. My father died a month later. I was five by then and I was taken by a neighbor into the the waste land between the Rockies and Mississippi River. The high into the high country of Colorado where a small community of survivors kept me safe.
Now I’m their leader. Now I’m their sheriff, pastor, mayor.
Bright- (just the world not the movie). Imagine living in a world where fairytales were real. Magic exists and orcs roam the streets mixed with humans.
Devils, demons, elves, dwarfs, orcs, fairies and witches/warlocks are all on the menu for what this story can entail.
A story three ways: using the above world which can be built with rules and description together, you choose your character and I’ll play the dm/gm.
Character choices are: Beth, a teenage girl who fights with her father on race relations and thinks the world outside her home is one big fairytale. Naive and innocent she runs away.
Jessica, a single mother trying to find her self in a college town. Her two daughters and herself just want to be loved and she decides that men aren’t her only option.
Mandy has been married for thirty years. She’s bored and wants an open relationship although she loves her husband dearly. But what will she find? Will she leave her husband crying in the corner one day watching her taken by a demon or will the marriage survive? Does she break the rules or do as they agreed on? Your choice and with every choice comes another consequence, unless your just a good girl, but I doubt that....
Limits are scat, body mod, extreme violence and death.
Kinks I would like to include: ap, non con, race play, romance, extreme ap.
Hope to hear from you!
Platforms: email, kik, google hangouts and google docs preferred.
These are nsfw prompts that I would say are on the higher end of nsfw material.
Themes will include ap, sci-fi and adventure.
What I’m looking for in a partner: detailed and not just in action but internal thoughts and feelings. Someone who loves to write as much as I do and is active and engaged in the story. Someone who wants to truly build from the start and won’t start throwing out one line responses or disappear after a few days. I would truly like someone committed to rp but still finds it fun and exciting to feed off of their partner. Someone who wants to get to know their partner to enhance the rp for them and chat here and there about it. Basically a rp nerd haha, like me.
If interested please include in your first message, a name to call you, age irl, ideas for the prompts or your own, desires for the rp and platform you prefer. Hope to hear from you!
Jonathan
_____________________________________
“The [gods](https://static01.nyt.com/images/2014/05/11/arts/11GODZILLA1_SPAN/11GODZILLA1_SPAN-blog427.jpg) rose up” - I was 19 when the first one rose from the sea. It destroyed everything in its path. It first arrived in Tokyo and as the world watched it made shambles of the tiny nation and then as quickly as it appeared it was gone.
We had been out on notice but as we do most of the time we ignored the obvious and two years later it came back but this time it was only the first of many.
By the time I had turned 25 the earth had been changed. Turned to dust was so many cities and towns. Fires were everywhere and nothing could stop these things.
The army started taking every one 16 and older. I was drafted when I just turned 26. I watched these beasts up close and personal as we traveled from one defensive position to another and I watched as friends I’d never known before and will never know again vanished before my eyes. So many I had lost track of a number but I can honestly say I have seen enough death in my life...sanity was drifting away.
When I turned 35 I deserted. Fleeing my group into Canada, as far north as I could go. Into the desolation of the cold northern lakes where there was nothing fir hundreds of miles.
Five years later I haven’t seen a monster nor another human since but a week ago the familiar footfalls rumbled through the permafrost under my feet and shook my tiny cabin. It lasted for days and after gaining enough courage to venture out I saw him, the first one, the fire breather. His head sticking up over the horizon twenty miles to the south as I stood on top of the closest mountain to my cabin to the north. A battle raged around him, mortars sending smoke high into the atmosphere.
I would come to find that this battle was the last stand of man. The war was coming to an end. All was lost. The population depleted so much that there was none left to fight but this last company basically committing suicide by monster.
Standing on that mountain top I watched for hours until all went quiet and He left to the south. Then I made my way down to survey the scene and take any supplies I could find. But what I did find were two survivors. A young girl maybe 15 and another older but not by much. Hurt and unconscious I loaded them into a working Jeep that was still running and now, sitting by the fire of my small cabin by a lake I named prudence when I arrived, all I can do is hope they survive.
“The tipping point “ - long ago when I was a child things that happened live deep down in a memory I cannot remember but for bits and pieces. A smile by my mother looking down on me. White walls with balloons painted on them. A car rolling across the floor.
Flashes of a life that is gone. Flashes of a life that I’ll never give to another.
I turned 40 today, I think. It’s a date like so many others I remember but with out much context to go with it. I just know that those flashes in my head are from a different place in time and in this world.
The tipping point cane when I was four. History can fill in the rest of my life, I’m one of the few that is still here to tell it. Nature took her world back and aside from cleaner air, she hasn’t done us any favors since but then again we really don’t deserve them do we?
It started in the summer of twenty twenty when the heat broke records throughout the world. Drought was common and the weather was strange. It started with a hurricane that barreled off the African coast turning into the strongest ever recorded with in days. When it hit the east coast of Florida the winds registered over two hundred miles and hour a hundred miles from the eye. It laid ruin to the state before coming out into the gulf and becoming a monster again. With a turn to the north it eyed the Texas coast and after everything was over it was leaving the coast of main ten days later having cut a swath of total destruction across the U.S. then the earthquake hit off the coast of Washington. The cascadia
Subduction zone ruptured down the coast and triggered faults along its way like the San Andreas. By the time the last wave of the biggest tsunami ever recorded struck the west coast was gone from the Alaskan bay to Mexico. Nothing survived from coast to 50 miles in. America was in ruin and the rest of the world started to shake and deal with the odd storms in the coming months.
A year later governments had fallen and the population had been cut in half.
Then the sickness started. With no resources to do anything about this virus we all just sat and waited to die from it. It took my mother first. The little I remember about those times one thing that stands out we’re her screams. My father died a month later. I was five by then and I was taken by a neighbor into the the waste land between the Rockies and Mississippi River. The high into the high country of Colorado where a small community of survivors kept me safe.
Now I’m their leader. Now I’m their sheriff, pastor, mayor.
Bright- (just the world not the movie). Imagine living in a world where fairytales were real. Magic exists and orcs roam the streets mixed with humans.
Devils, demons, elves, dwarfs, orcs, fairies and witches/warlocks are all on the menu for what this story can entail.
A story three ways: using the above world which can be built with rules and description together, you choose your character and I’ll play the dm/gm.
Character choices are: Beth, a teenage girl who fights with her father on race relations and thinks the world outside her home is one big fairytale. Naive and innocent she runs away.
Jessica, a single mother trying to find her self in a college town. Her two daughters and herself just want to be loved and she decides that men aren’t her only option.
Mandy has been married for thirty years. She’s bored and wants an open relationship although she loves her husband dearly. But what will she find? Will she leave her husband crying in the corner one day watching her taken by a demon or will the marriage survive? Does she break the rules or do as they agreed on? Your choice and with every choice comes another consequence, unless your just a good girl, but I doubt that....
Limits are scat, body mod, extreme violence and death.
Kinks I would like to include: ap, non con, race play, romance, extreme ap.
Hope to hear from you!