Pina Colada
Planetoid
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This is a T H R E A D for Miss.C O L A.
Though you're welcome to R E A D and post,
W H E T H E R we are in an rp together, friends, or strangers.
I won't bite...much.
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Cola's Candy Den: Journal | Samples
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This is a T H R E A D for Miss.C O L A.
Though you're welcome to R E A D and post,
W H E T H E R we are in an rp together, friends, or strangers.
I won't bite...much.
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Pina Colada
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jun 11, 2011
RE: Cola's Candy Den Journal | Samples
“What the hell am I doing?” Sweat slid down the nape of her neck and her lips suffered far too much abuse from the gnawing as she sat in the parking lot of Cloud 9. The feeling of being followed still hadn’t left but she knew it was her own paranoia. If she had her way she would’ve done this online but her parent’s weren't opposed to opening her mail. Following the laws of man never trumped following the laws of God and for her mother that included protecting her from possible dangers. Hell, she didn’t even have a credit card that they didn’t look at. She was nineteen and it felt like she was nine…but she didn’t want to think about them right now. It didn’t sit well with her already raging heart. Taking a deep breath she looked in her rearview mirror to make sure no one was in the lot before getting out and closing the door.
The walk felt incredibly slow to the door, which would make sense since she was walking like a granny with a broken hip. You see Danielle was visiting what they call a sex shop. Why? Because her teenage hormones finally won out. Despite her parents eventually running him away, Nellie managed to lose her virginity to a guy that was actually pretty good. While she didn’t really go through the 'I love men' phase she was curious as to what sex felt like. She couldn’t say she didn’t enjoy the experience and after not seeing him for five months…well she was a little frustrated and her hands just weren’t doing the trick. She also figured she wouldn’t have to worry her parents if they didn’t see her with guys. Despite her being at the front door of the shop, she really did want her parents to think the best her. She wanted to be a good kid, she just wished they’d be a little more understanding.
Growing up in this generation and trying to follow the path of God wasn’t easy. Coming to school in prairie dresses didn’t get you friends. It was only her father’s slight understanding and a family meeting with the local priest that made it possible to switch into jeans her freshman year of high school. Now she was in college and while it gave her a little distance they still came to visit her twice a week and all of it just made her want a little satisfaction even if she felt guilty about it later.
She wiped her hands on her blue jeans and ran a hand through her short black hair before opening the door, wincing a bit at the jingle it caused. Sorry God but look on the bright side, it helps me keep my goods to myself no? And why give me these hormones if I you didn't want me to act on them?
Whoever was working the shop must’ve been in the back because no one was there to assist her which was probably from the best. There were a few customers there though, one of which thought sizing her up with bloodshot eyes and a slight smile. The store was situated with rows which was nice, there were less people to see what you where doing. Picking the middle isle with the purple lighting she felt her face shifting from various states of surprise, confusion and disgust as she looked at all the toys and devices.
She didn’t know what she was supposed to choose from and if her vagina would even accommodate half the things there, not to mention everything was neon. She couldn’t take a neon penis with pinballs inside them seriously. How was this supposed to make a girl orgasm? If she felt inexperienced before, she was definitely a noobie now. Maybe this was God’s way of scaring her away because she truly was freaked out. It was color overload. When her eyes found the pornos she was just about sure that the trip had been a waste and her mind was forever tainted with images of silicone breasts and logs for penises. Who in their right mind would want that shoved, pushed, or rammed anywhere in their body? Even so she couldn’t stop her body from responding to the image, even if the sizes turned her off the actual act made her want to feel something similar, anything at all really.
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Pina Colada
Planetoid
- Joined
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RE: Cola's Candy Den Journal | Samples
This was a crazy long rp and is by no means expected.
However, if you'd like to give this a shot I'm all for it (During summer break only lol).
It takes a lot of trust that your partner won't fuck up your
character since there's a bit of godmodding to progress the story
but it's fun c:
However, if you'd like to give this a shot I'm all for it (During summer break only lol).
It takes a lot of trust that your partner won't fuck up your
character since there's a bit of godmodding to progress the story
but it's fun c:
♕ Vincent Conrad Harper♕
{ the ecstatic carnival master }
{ the ecstatic carnival master }
Conrad shifted in his sleep, groaning as the sliver of smoke moved from under the bed and slithered up his spine, past his neck and stealthily through his nose. His eyes opened involuntary as silver outlined their irises before they closed once more.
Conrad shuffled through the papers on his desk. All of them contained theories, models, and outlines of ways in which he could open the door to the Other Side, the ways in which he could see his Rosemary again. It was no use though for he’s been at this for over four years and nothing worked. That door had been his only link to seeing her and having it close was like a slap in the face for even that door was Rose’s own creation so if it was closed what did that mean? Did it mean she no longer loved him…wanted him even? Did it mean he was nothing but a plaything? He knew most children eventually grew out of their Wonderland, their best friend but he thought Rosemary was different. She was his and no one else. These thoughts were eating away at Conrad, causing him to think of things he would find shameful and horrific otherwise. If Rosemary didn’t want him, what use did he have for Wonderland? In a quick motion Conrad swept the contents on the floor before setting his elbows on the table and running his hands through his hair, his shoulders tense. “She left me…she left me here.”
Conrad sat there silently in the dark room, the only light being the three candles that hung on the walls. It was in this silence that he felt the first tendrils on wind brush over his skin, the arms and exposed neck. It carried the smell of roses with it…stale roses. Conrad went as still as possible, even his breathing slowed as he dared not look up. “Rosemary?” He felt the brush of fingers against his neck before the sensation of soft kisses at his nape that caused him to sigh as he pushed back into the feeling. “Rose….” However as the hands continued to brush against his skin he began to notice things that made him stiffen at the person behind him. Where Rose’s hands had been warm, these fingers where cold, the lips different, the size. Lifting his head slowly he felt his chair disappear as the hands behind him wrapped him in the cool strong embrace of a man and lips whispered against his ear. “I’ve missed you Mr.Harper…Conrad.” Conrad closed his eyes as he recognized the voice.
“Castiel…” For some reason Conrad couldn’t stop his body from responding, from leaning into the other’s touch. It had been so long since he allowed anyone to touch him, so long since he's seen Castiel. But he could let his mind wander. He couldn’t do this. He tried breaking free from the other’s grasp but found that even the little power he had in the absence of Rose was gone. However Castiel allowed him to turn and face him, his arms wrapping around Conrad’s waist forming soothing circles on his lower back. “Come with me Conrad…” His voice was low and echoed in the space that they now occupied. Gone were the walls, windows, desk and floor. The two stood in open space with dark tendrils of smoke circling around them. In this dreamstate there was no time. Now Conrad stood in the past, the present, and the future.
“I can’t.” He rested his head against Castiel’s. No. No this isn’t right. Shaking his head he pushed against Castiel who finally let him go. “I must wait for my Rosemary.” Castiel sneered in disgust as he stepped away, raised his arms, and let the fall helplessly.
“Why wait for a little girl who doesn’t even want you?! Why kill me just to have her affections when I gave them so freely?” Conrad shook his head in denial the signature smile he had replaced by trembling lips. He was wrong. “It is because of her that I’m like this, that you feel so much pain, that Wonderland is suffering.” No, it was not her fault. There had to be another reason. Running shaking fingers through his hair and let them rest on his neck he took a further step back and Castiel mirrored his movements not letting him get too far away. Reaching out, he cupped Conrad’s hands and massaged them and his neck, resting his forehead against Conrad’s. “You killed me for loving you. All I wanted was for us to be together.” Conrad took in shaky breaths as he tried to fight back tears.
“My intent was never to kill you. I never wanted to harm you but you gave me no choice. I loved you Castiel…you know that more than anyone.” The silence was deafening, wherever they were did things to him, filled his head with doubt, with senseless things. Castiel kissed his chin and he felt himself sink even further.
“Then why? Why Conrad” He felt the first sob rip from his throat.
“What do you mean why?! What would you have me do Castiel? I love Rosemary and anyone who tries to harm her is an enemy! Including you. I did my duty as her king. Even if I did love you the way you’d wanted, you could have waited. You knew she would eventually grow old of this place. You knew I couldn’t give you what you needed while with her. Why couldn’t you wait?” Castiel laughed, his breath fanning across Conrad’s flushed face. If Conrad was truthful he would admit that he loved the other more than ever let himself feel. If he was honest he would’ve asked the other to wait for him. He would’ve told them he felt the same but it was wrong of him to love both at the same time, it was unthinkable that he betray Rose so he buried those feelings long ago.
“So she’s just a duty and had I known what I know right now I would’ve never betrayed you.” Conrad started to protest but Castiel pressed a finger to his lips. “But now your duty is over. Our Queen is gone and I’m here, alive and well. I never stopped loving you Conrad and I would never leave you…Join me Conrad and we can have it all.” Conrad looked up at Castiel for the first time, looked into his eyes and saw something that gave him pause, stilled his breath. Those eyes, he saw the way they shifted from yellow to black. This isn’t Castiel, the Castiel he knew cared more about being with him than about the power they'd have. He wrenched himself from the other’s grasp holding himself.
“You are not Castiel.” His voice shook with anger and betrayal. He was stupid to let his guard down.
“No, but I am a close second.” Conrad watched as the other smiled and his skin paled, revealing the veins that lined his face.
“Who are you?” Conrad looked at the other in disgust.
“Conrad don’t tell me you have forgotten. I am all the darkness, all the temptation, all the betrayal you carry with you.” Conrad shook his head in confusion. He’d gotten over his darkness with the help of friends. He was better now. The other laughed as if reading his thoughts.
“Do you really think you can be completely rid of me. You still have doubts with your Queen that not even your love can heal. I’ll always be here Conrad…it is just a matter of time before I am released once again.” Castiel raised his arms and suddenly the space was filled with images of Wonderland only everything was consumed in darkness, in gloom. “All this could be yours if you just say the word.” Bowing ‘Castiel’ started to disappear. “We’ll be waiting…but remember if I cannot have you know one will…” The scene before him disappeared as well and Conrad was encased in darkness once more. Suddenly he felt exhausted as his legs gave way under him, his body cold. He was like that for a while, floating in a space of nothingness before he saw the first flash of color beneath him. It was a pink ray of light, then a green one until the full color spectrum glowed beneath him. He wondered if this was what death looked like although it more closely resembled the aurora borealis. That’s when he heard Rosemary calling out to him.
Conrad’s eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light as he did so, his nose catching the scent of pancakes and the sight of a rosy cheeked Rosemary and breathed a sigh of relief. “You’re here…” As his mind flooded with memories of both his nightmare and the day before, his eyes searching for confirmation before landing on Rosemary who sat at the edge of the bed looking at him with something terribly close to love. He moved his hand towards hers lacing their fingers together and noticed the difference in temperature. He lowered his eyes as he tried to fight the guilt he felt from that dream, remembering clearly the things he’s said to Castiel, the things he long buried and the fact that he did still have doubts. Taking a deep breath he opened his eyes and shook those thoughts from his head. Rosemary wasn’t gone, she was here and that’s all that mattered. He sat up and kissed her fingers gently before picking up the fork and taking the first bite of food that she placed before him. Chewing, he looked at her and his eyes were steady as he swallowed. “We need to talk…after the ball. There are things you should know, things I need to tell you, things I want to know.” He looked down at their linked hands and frowned as he tried to figure out what to say. “When you left there were things I did, considering doing that I’m not proud of but…I just want you to know that I am no longer that man. I hope to never be that man again.” Conrad’s smile was sad but there was a hint of his normal self beginning to shine through.
Conrad was shaken to say the least. Everything in his dream seemed so real. He could still feel Castiel. Still feel the nerves that he once had so long ago. He could still feel the distress and urgency to have Rosemary come back, but she was there now as his eyes kept reminding him.What was worse was that he could still feel the caresses on his arms, neck, and face. Now that it had made itself know Conrad could feel the darkness he thought he’d overcome. He could feel its coldness residing in the pit of his stomach, mixing with the warm food he was currently ingesting. He let go of Rose’s hand only so she could get her own food but they ate together hand in hand. Her proximity made him feel sane again and he looked at her clearly now, noticing the small puff of her lips, something he was sure was a result from their kiss the night before. He lifted his index finger toward her bottom lip brushing whip cream from it as he tasted it and bit his lip in amusement. “May I presume those luscious lips are the result of last night?” He watched as she brought her hands up to her lips. Not long after there was a knock at the door causing both to turn towards the door. Alek walked through a straight line on his lips.
“ Are you both done?” He didn’t give either time to respond. “Good. Maidens, the Queen is ready.” Alek clapped his hands and Fiddle and Della came through with three others. Conrad sighed and leaned forward to place a small kiss on Rose’s forehead. “I’ll see you soon Rosemary.” Rose was dragged out of the room much like she had yesterday and Alek pulled the covers from a sulking Conrad. He didn’t want to get out of bed just yet.
“We have less than an hour Mr. Harper and I pride myself on timeliness.” The look in the other’s eye had him getting of the bed with in the second.
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Pina Colada
Planetoid
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OOC | Cool beans c:
Marcus couldn’t keep the grin from his face as he watched Stephen morph into his own little sex fiend. He never would’ve guessed Stephen could be so eager or seductive for that matter. He let Stephen push him into the couch, his mind still focused on how it felt to have the redhead's legs wrapped around his back. Besides it seemed like Stephen had his own plans. Marcus closed his eyes as he let his hands slide down to cup the other’s ass pressing them both closer together and causing a grasp to leave his own mouth.
He opened his eyes, now dilated with lust as he half listened to what was being said. He took it as the last opportunity to stop before thinking, fuck it. Because really, who turns down sex? He nodded, biting his lip when he felt a nip at his neck and watched as those lips descended down towards his now dripping head. His leaned back at the initial sensation of Stephen’s mouth around his cock, teasing him as if he already knew what to do and maybe he did. Marcus wasn't sure if the other had experience or if it was just the way he looked between his legs. But he knew this would be prominent in his fantasies for a long time to come.
“Mhm fuck…harder, suck harder.” The feeling of Stephen’s cheeks hollowed around him as he sucked caused his back to arch off the couch and his hips to buck, wanting to go even deeper into that hot mouth. His fingers skimmed through soft locks of hair, massaging his scalp and tightening his hold when he felt Stephen playing with his balls. He let out what could only be described as a whimper as he opened his eyes too watch the pleasure his cock was currently getting. It was hard to keep his eyes open, and even harder not to fuck Stephen's face as he felt wave after wave of pleasure spreading through his body. “Why are you so fucking,” He let out another moan as he felt a shock go through his cock and spine, “Good at this?” Watching his cock disappear in Stephen’s mouth while he fucked his own hand had Marcus feeling closer to cumming than he wanted. The fact that Stephen was so turn on was it’s own perfect aphrodisiac and while he wanted to draw this out longer, wanted both of them naked and moaning, he knew now wasn’t the time.
So he let go. Marcus let his head fall back into the couch as he concentrated on the feeling, his hip moving up to meet Stephen’s mouth in short thrusts as he felt his jewels tighten in just the right way causing a groan to rip from his throat as he tightened his hold on Stephen’s head. “Swallow it.” The words came out on an exhale as the sound of a car pulling into the driveway had his mind freezing as he finally came, unable to stop the hot liquid from coating Stephen’s mouth. He felt like he would never finish as his body shuddered with each spurt until he finally felt himself come down, his hands slipping from Stephen’s hair as he shook his head in a daze, finding it hard to move even as he heard the sound of keys in the lock. “Get off and go back to your room.” The words sounded more harsh than he intended but he knew he couldn’t explain why they both looked like they had a good fucking without telling the truth.
Marcus couldn’t keep the grin from his face as he watched Stephen morph into his own little sex fiend. He never would’ve guessed Stephen could be so eager or seductive for that matter. He let Stephen push him into the couch, his mind still focused on how it felt to have the redhead's legs wrapped around his back. Besides it seemed like Stephen had his own plans. Marcus closed his eyes as he let his hands slide down to cup the other’s ass pressing them both closer together and causing a grasp to leave his own mouth.
He opened his eyes, now dilated with lust as he half listened to what was being said. He took it as the last opportunity to stop before thinking, fuck it. Because really, who turns down sex? He nodded, biting his lip when he felt a nip at his neck and watched as those lips descended down towards his now dripping head. His leaned back at the initial sensation of Stephen’s mouth around his cock, teasing him as if he already knew what to do and maybe he did. Marcus wasn't sure if the other had experience or if it was just the way he looked between his legs. But he knew this would be prominent in his fantasies for a long time to come.
“Mhm fuck…harder, suck harder.” The feeling of Stephen’s cheeks hollowed around him as he sucked caused his back to arch off the couch and his hips to buck, wanting to go even deeper into that hot mouth. His fingers skimmed through soft locks of hair, massaging his scalp and tightening his hold when he felt Stephen playing with his balls. He let out what could only be described as a whimper as he opened his eyes too watch the pleasure his cock was currently getting. It was hard to keep his eyes open, and even harder not to fuck Stephen's face as he felt wave after wave of pleasure spreading through his body. “Why are you so fucking,” He let out another moan as he felt a shock go through his cock and spine, “Good at this?” Watching his cock disappear in Stephen’s mouth while he fucked his own hand had Marcus feeling closer to cumming than he wanted. The fact that Stephen was so turn on was it’s own perfect aphrodisiac and while he wanted to draw this out longer, wanted both of them naked and moaning, he knew now wasn’t the time.
So he let go. Marcus let his head fall back into the couch as he concentrated on the feeling, his hip moving up to meet Stephen’s mouth in short thrusts as he felt his jewels tighten in just the right way causing a groan to rip from his throat as he tightened his hold on Stephen’s head. “Swallow it.” The words came out on an exhale as the sound of a car pulling into the driveway had his mind freezing as he finally came, unable to stop the hot liquid from coating Stephen’s mouth. He felt like he would never finish as his body shuddered with each spurt until he finally felt himself come down, his hands slipping from Stephen’s hair as he shook his head in a daze, finding it hard to move even as he heard the sound of keys in the lock. “Get off and go back to your room.” The words sounded more harsh than he intended but he knew he couldn’t explain why they both looked like they had a good fucking without telling the truth.
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Pina Colada
Planetoid
- Joined
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Who's off to read an article for anthro about cannibals?
This kid right here....and then I have to write a response.
How fun -_-
This kid right here....and then I have to write a response.
How fun -_-
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Pina Colada
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jun 11, 2011
Just a simple cup of coffee between you and me.
It's been two months since this man has starting coming to our shop. He sits down every morning around eight in the same booth in the far corner where one has the option to see everything inside the shop or watch what goes on outside through the glass windows. He rarely orders anything and judging by his attire, he lacks the currency to do so. Either way we've never forced him out, we don't have those "pay to sit" rules here. He doesn't cause trouble either. I found out from one of the others what his name is. We were all curious about him but too afraid to do anything other than muse about his life...until the day my curiosity got the best of me, until the day I decided to offer up a warm cup of coffee, on the house.
Getting from point A to B
I'd only noticed two weeks ago that this man and I had been taking the same route to get to our perspective destinations. Every morning at eight he'd sit at one end smoking a cigarette while I sat on the other, smoking my cigarette and damning the train to hell for being late once again. I didn't really care to make small talk but I'd left my lighter on the nightstand. I could see it's purple plastic, clear as day, in my mind. That was what brought me to stand in front of this man, who smoked every morning as I did, to ask for a light. As I said before, I don't talk which is why I was so surprised to find myself standing next to him the next day with the need to say something, anything for the man's opinions where far more interesting than cursing a moving piece a metal to hell.
Handwritten letters are hard to come by these days
As a child she would right letters detailing her future hopes and dreams, what she thought about the world, and many times what she thought about herself. After finishing it, she would open the yellow pages and pick a random name, writing their address on the envelope and mailing it to them with the hopes that they might reply. She did this for two months, giving up when not one person replied. At the time she didn't know that a stamp was required or that it was returned to the sender's address. Now an adult, she still continues to write these letters, only they are for her alone. But, on one particularly grievous day she writes, writes and writes. Folding three pages and sliding it into a purple envelope. Opening the yellow pages, she picks a random name, writes their address on the envelope and places a stamp on it before taking a night walk to the mailbox two blocks away and sliding it in after only a moments hesitation. She didn't really think anything would come of it, afterall it didn't when she was a child....right?
something along the lines of a psychological/supernatural/paranormal activity type deal where there's a character who had an imaginary friend that they used to play with. As they grew older the person sort of forgot about the imaginary friend but it was always there looking out for them in way unthinkable to the person (killing people who harmed it's creator, putting things in her favor, etc.). The imaginary friend grows tired of the person not remembering them and shows itself, only the person doesn't want anything to do with the imaginary friend. It doesn't like that and makes the person's life a living hell. It's a super rough idea but one I've been thinking about.
I was thinking there would be a war going on (it would be a futuristic war or one we've already experienced in the world, or a fake one) and character a is living in the enemies territory under the guise of being a normal citizen. They'd escaped from a camp and managed to make a small life for themselves. In the process they meet character B who is very patrotic to their territory and they begin a relationship. Unfortunately for character A, character B finds out about who they really are. The story could start from there or earlier when the relationship first develops.
four letter word
robbers & cowards
It's been two months since this man has starting coming to our shop. He sits down every morning around eight in the same booth in the far corner where one has the option to see everything inside the shop or watch what goes on outside through the glass windows. He rarely orders anything and judging by his attire, he lacks the currency to do so. Either way we've never forced him out, we don't have those "pay to sit" rules here. He doesn't cause trouble either. I found out from one of the others what his name is. We were all curious about him but too afraid to do anything other than muse about his life...until the day my curiosity got the best of me, until the day I decided to offer up a warm cup of coffee, on the house.
Getting from point A to B
I'd only noticed two weeks ago that this man and I had been taking the same route to get to our perspective destinations. Every morning at eight he'd sit at one end smoking a cigarette while I sat on the other, smoking my cigarette and damning the train to hell for being late once again. I didn't really care to make small talk but I'd left my lighter on the nightstand. I could see it's purple plastic, clear as day, in my mind. That was what brought me to stand in front of this man, who smoked every morning as I did, to ask for a light. As I said before, I don't talk which is why I was so surprised to find myself standing next to him the next day with the need to say something, anything for the man's opinions where far more interesting than cursing a moving piece a metal to hell.
Handwritten letters are hard to come by these days
As a child she would right letters detailing her future hopes and dreams, what she thought about the world, and many times what she thought about herself. After finishing it, she would open the yellow pages and pick a random name, writing their address on the envelope and mailing it to them with the hopes that they might reply. She did this for two months, giving up when not one person replied. At the time she didn't know that a stamp was required or that it was returned to the sender's address. Now an adult, she still continues to write these letters, only they are for her alone. But, on one particularly grievous day she writes, writes and writes. Folding three pages and sliding it into a purple envelope. Opening the yellow pages, she picks a random name, writes their address on the envelope and places a stamp on it before taking a night walk to the mailbox two blocks away and sliding it in after only a moments hesitation. She didn't really think anything would come of it, afterall it didn't when she was a child....right?
something along the lines of a psychological/supernatural/paranormal activity type deal where there's a character who had an imaginary friend that they used to play with. As they grew older the person sort of forgot about the imaginary friend but it was always there looking out for them in way unthinkable to the person (killing people who harmed it's creator, putting things in her favor, etc.). The imaginary friend grows tired of the person not remembering them and shows itself, only the person doesn't want anything to do with the imaginary friend. It doesn't like that and makes the person's life a living hell. It's a super rough idea but one I've been thinking about.
I was thinking there would be a war going on (it would be a futuristic war or one we've already experienced in the world, or a fake one) and character a is living in the enemies territory under the guise of being a normal citizen. They'd escaped from a camp and managed to make a small life for themselves. In the process they meet character B who is very patrotic to their territory and they begin a relationship. Unfortunately for character A, character B finds out about who they really are. The story could start from there or earlier when the relationship first develops.
four letter word
robbers & cowards
DrivingMissDaisy
Super-Earth
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Nice portfolio and exceptional writing. Welcome to Blue Moon.
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Pina Colada
Planetoid
- Joined
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Thank you MissDaisy
I figured I'd make a thread/journals for updates c:
I figured I'd make a thread/journals for updates c:
HeavenlyDarkness
Moon
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I was entranced by the way you write.
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Pina Colada
Planetoid
- Joined
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Lol thanks. This is just me on my epically great days
which are far and few in between D:
My mind is a little tease, giving the goods
only when it feels like it.
which are far and few in between D:
My mind is a little tease, giving the goods
only when it feels like it.
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Pina Colada
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jun 11, 2011
Hmm just a heads up for anyone who reads this.
I won't be as active since finals are coming up
and professors like to make sure students have no life
(I know, I know. They're just doing their job).
I'll still post at least once a day. I know rps can go sour
when they're on hold for a while.
I won't be as active since finals are coming up
and professors like to make sure students have no life
(I know, I know. They're just doing their job).
I'll still post at least once a day. I know rps can go sour
when they're on hold for a while.
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Pina Colada
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jun 11, 2011
I finally have everything up
and running c:
and running c:
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Pina Colada
Planetoid
- Joined
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It would make my day if someone could play this character for me.
I'd so play a sub for him. Alas, most people only go for
the muscle-y blond dudes with the clean cut hair, but my God
does he look devious (such a fan-girl crush, I know. I just like my alt boys.). :c
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Pina Colada
Planetoid
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Song Plots [U/C]
Miguel - Quickie: An arranged clean cut affair that quickly gets out of control as both have significant others they don't want to lose but they can't seem to stay away from each other (sex must be too good lol).
Miguel - Girl With the Tattoo: Sees a girl in a bar, cafe, whatever and the only calling card he has for her is the unique tattoo she has somewhere visible on her body.
Maxwell - Pretty Wings: A self destructive relationship but both love each other too much to leave.
Shai - If I Ever Fall in Love: A boy and girl have been friends forever. The girl likes the boy but the boy doesn't realize it, even if he does talk about wanting a girl like her.
Lana Del Ray - Blue Jeans: "A" who is on the wrong side of the tracks, meets "C" who comes from old money. "A" is rough around the edges but knows how to live and shows "C" exactly what that means for better and worse.
The Fray - Say When: A girl is next in line to the throne. She's calm, cool, collected and all adore her including the pantryboy who feels as if he'll never be noticed by her. However, in her time of need, he's the only one there for her.
Lissie - When I'm Alone: Hmmmm
Kimbra - Two Way Street: Hmmmm
Break Reform - Lady Sings: Oh Gawd I need a plot for this song.
Mysterious, otherworldy woman that a man enounters in a bar or speakeasy. A modern day siren maybe?
Bitter:Sweet - Dirty Laundry: Bonnie and Clydish
Cœur de Pirate Cover - Wicked Games: Two addicts in love (what they're addicted to is up to us, it doesn't have to be drugs, or even sex. It could work, pain, death, etc).