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TW: Self harm Under the dim, orange light of the old basement bulbs the chisel drove into the wood surface of the workbench with a satisfying, rhythmic thwup, thwup, thwup then a quieter, softer sound. The manufactured toy felt the sudden sharp pain and accompanying ache as the chisel's square edge dug into the back of their hand. Dylan looked down, curious about how they'd missed that badly. It seemed to them that the should have hit a finger, or a knuckle, maybe between two knuckles. Instead, the flat steel was outlined in seeping, dark blood about an inch behind the web between their thumb and forefinger. Dylan flexed their hand,

The carrier thrusters roaring overhead, Emily called back, "On it, Ya," while her body rolled and the dizzying stimulation between her legs mad her gasp into the comms. With the drone hacked, Emily routed the connection directly to her cyber, bypassing Scylla. When she jumped the Hive frame, she would have to trust her partner to follow the simple command and get to the carrier, she wouldn't be plugged in to give any more complex commands. The ferocious eight-meter tall BioFrame wasn't really large enough to stand toe-to-toe with more brutally constructed war-frames, but she had a chihuahua-like tenacity that made Emily terrified she'd

Guilty. I am always the person that says "Can I work alone?" Next person is usually the only person that did work in groups.

Not guilty. I am not an athletic person in the slightest. I hated (still hate) playing sports. Mostly because I’m not very competitive and I am uncoordinated as fuck. I was more of the geeky and artsy anime-obsessed girl growing up in middle to high school. The next poster hated group projects in school.

"I'm working on it!" A young woman with long curly dark hair screamed out as she was working in a tight space. She was focused on the job at hand and didn't appreciate someone yelling at here. "How did I even end up here..stupid bitch! Piece of shit...WORK!" Rebecca would be talking to herself and the engine as she tinkerer away until it started working. Humming to life as if taking its first breath. The young woman would start crawling back yelling out that it's ready.

Guilty. Though hiding behind everyone else may have contributed... The next person has been the leader or captain of a sports team.

gathering wildflowers

As Velvet's pink Jeep came to a stop, Robin looked across her friend and guide to the windows of the house. Glimpses of the party beyond showed the mingling crowd of college-kids, and she sees a few around the side of the house in the glow of the lights by the backyard pool. The thrumming bass makes her heart pound even harder than it already was, and she bit her lip as anxious doubt began to creep up her spine in a slow chilling crawl like a spider. "Oh. Oh, gosh. That's a lot of people. Are there usually this many people?" she asked, swallowing. "Maybe I should have worn something with a skirt or-or some shorts, or something. I-I-I'm.

Not guilty, but I have unknowingly consumed spiked punch. Wowza. When you can't taste it and don't know it's there, it can really creep up on you. The next person was among the last picked when they picked people for sports teams in school.

Guilty. A bar top, covered with spilled drinks and cigarette ash. Never tell me I won't do something... Next poster has spiked a drink or a punchbowl on unsuspecting people.

fuck, because I'm sure we'd both enjoy it

blossoming wildflowers

Guilty. The next person has licked something most people might not lick.

Define "been with", though kind of guilty. My friend has a Prince Albert and I have held, examined and explored it with my fingers but we have never had sex. Next poster has slept with a boss or subordinate.

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Not Guilty. They look good on some people, but I don't think they'd work for me. The next person has been with someone with a genital piercing.

fragrant wildflowers

Guilty? If a bridge piercing counts as unusual. Next poster has or wants stretched ears.

Hey all! I wanted to put up a fresh one since I don't know how active everything is, but I want to try my hand at playing the monster. My character is linked below <3 (I have no idea what the picture is, I assume it's the club image?)

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Hi, I'm new to this place and looking for erotic roleplay. Reply if you're interested!

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Toshiro easily caught up, given his still-enhanced state he had to be careful of how fast he was going. Once the girl spoke, he nodded and recollected his mind, still staying sharp enough to multitask between her and any other threats. So far Toshiro couldn't sense anymore monsters in the area, but that didn't mean they weren't around. Damn vermin were most likely hiding or waiting to trespass into the mortal plain at some point. "Knight in training. I've had the powers my whole life, starting when I gained the ability to talk to the dead and see other's life force. I didn't really begin to develop my other powers like you saw until I w

At-a-girl. Austin felt a genuine smile grow on his face beneath that thing he called a beard. He knew Brigita was as loyal as they came, stray or no, she would make ease with the trials ahead. Her statement of embarrassing him made no difference in his feelings for her nor did it dampen the confidence in the woman. Fierce is what the Alpha always thought of her, honest and loyal. "Good. Then let us finish here. We can discuss business later." Gently did Austin take his hand from his love, and gently did he speak. Then there was no mistake, by his wordings and how he spoke, Austin was obviously on a positive note with his and

It cuts to Derek. He's wearing long and loose shorts and an unbuttoned white shirt. He's holding a whisky glass which he waves around as he articulates. He's telling a story to small group of girls in a bathing suits. He's by the edge of pool, it zooms out to show the entirety of the rounded pool. A guy leaps into the pool while popping a bottle of champagne. The camera pans to show the a massive beach house crowded with intoxicated youth. Down at the beach there was a beginning of a massive pyre. A huge boombox is blasting music from atop a towel on the sand. It cuts to the house. The top floor has an open bar. One of Derek