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I might not be on all the time but not to worry I will get back to you and if anything bothers either of us mid roleplay feel free to talk to me ^^.1 point
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Though the delusions were gradually subsiding, it felt as if Jezebel's brain was being stretched, hyperextended, pulled into two different directions. She was weary. Angered, even. Not nearly on the edge of blind rage, but close enough for it to be considered comparable. Tolerating Hannibal's continual dishonesty without speaking against it was humiliating, but what was there to do about it? Physically, he'd overpower her, especially in her feeble state. Mentally, however, his corruption transcended beyond that. This wasn't the first time he'd governed herโsculpting her into a precious marionette. And despite any conflicting emotions, she o1 point
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Due to the stress of the situation, Hannibal's complex countenance began to peel. Seeing Adalina Lacrosse standing at the door was an annoyance, but far from the mayhem in which he foresaw. A flickering flash of white lightning tore the sky, sinking the same sensation of bright SWAT lights preparing for an ambush that never came. His dark eyes dared not stray from the challenge of their stare-down, staying solely fixed to study the concern in the woman. Je suis ici, madame Lacrosseโฆ As a man born of prominent Lithuanian lineage, the choir of Italian and French clattering the air around him was a welcomed gift. It was a far cry f1 point
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The sight of death saddens me, though I cannot quite articulate why. When I look at you, looking at me, with your deep, burrowing gazeโin fleeting moments, death is all that I can see. The thought came to her, amplified by delirium. It was Hannibal's eyes, how he stared: hungry and intrigued. She could have sworn she saw something writhe behind his retina, glowing black in the firelight, its many limbs twitching like fine, stringy vessels. And when he withdrew, abandoning her like a broken doll on the dining room floor, it was gone, reminding her again of the all-but-intolerable pain shooting across her damaged extremity. "Don't," s1 point
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The anticipation was a pillow suffocating him. It was moments like these that were magicโ unpredictable. The second before being devoured into the belly of the beast. His eyes searched her once more, eyeing any imperfections of a perfect pause. She smelled sweet. Her blood was as beautiful as the bouquet of French fragrance fuming from her vitals. Most stunk of scorched steel, however, the crimson coursing out of her veins was diluted of iron, enriched with casual chianti. Hannibal had a keen, almost superhuman sense of smell. He had already detected an autoimmune disease in a patient, matching with the same sweating sweetness1 point
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Nervous would've been an acceptable term for her demeanor, yet even that came up short-handed. More accurately, Jezebel looked like a trapped mouse, too panicked to keep still but too terrified to run as she watched Hannibal's profile take on an ominous form. His lips peeled from his teeth in a slow, frightening grin. And though his gaze remained mostly indecipherable, Jezebel sensed his awareness burrowing behind her eyes. Like a voice, it whispered: "Ah, my little Bella. There's nowhere for you to hide." As Hannibal came within breathing distance, the ministerโs daughter reacted in a way she hadn't expected. She didn't turn aw1 point
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Hannibal was taken aback by her words. Jezebel was far from a terrible guest. Shattered porcelain could always be replaced, a table reset. She wasn't the first nor the last to lay half-dead on the floor, either, not if he had a say in the matter. Quite the contrary, she was a spring rain on a simmering summer day. "You are my favorite guest. Far more priceless than a forty-year-old Dalmore, and all the more savoring." He assured while analyzing his utmost, beloved patient. A curious brow rose, half-cocking his stoic smile while remembering the words of Mark Twain: "Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination to achieve, Jezebel1 point
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Roasted pig? A surge of guilt overcame her, and with it, a soft sob, knowing what she'd done and the discomfort she had caused him. But somehow, the look of disappointment and shame in his eyes was all the focus Jezebel needed. It served as an anchor to quieten the chaos, telling her to let go of the knife she desperately clutched within her right hand. After all, it would've proven useless anyway, more likely to be used as a scare tactic to keep him from approaching. Yet that didn't work eitherโฆ Closing her eyes, the lass expelled a shuddered sigh as if something so simple would make the disaster disappear. In her mind, it did. At1 point
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Teeth gnashed, ears tuning to the clattering of finely picked china. Anger attacked at his alluring aplomb, reticence ready to correct his pleasantly polite poise. He canted his head, turning an ear away as the room rang. "Jezebelโฆ" Everyone had triggers, pet peeves that attempt to strip off the layers of skin to any reserve. For him, abrupt noises, the cracking of glass, brought back terrorizing thoughts, flashing in front of his face as swiftly as its sound shrieked. Even someone with his evil evaluation can develop post-traumatic stress disorder from the hidden demons of memory. It was hard to tell when Hannibal w1 point
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The depth of her gaze was enough to disarm and leave most squandering. Like submerging a hand into brackish water, uncertain of what lurked beneath, it proved a foolโs errand for the imprudent and the key to transcendence for those who sought immortality. But to Hannibal, those silver-blue irises were significant in a different way, often serving as the fertile soil in which he sowed seeds of doubt. A place where he governed the effects of her madness in a peculiar stroke of luck: Immunity. The realization that he had a gift of his ownโthat he could face her demons without risk of mental catastropheโcame early on when Dr. Lecter eased her1 point
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There was so much to behold in the wake of her silence. He searched the beautifully blue-tinted windows, peering into her soul. The traces of her tranquility turned terror were evident the moment those dark, dilated pupils shifted from drug-induced pins to stretched saucers. โI know, Jezebel. You feel betrayed, don't you? It truly pains me to see that disapproving look on your face.โ Lips tightened into a thin frown. He lifted his hand to hover beside his belt. โEven when you were a small child I found that glare gutting.โ Words are a weapon. As Hannibal would say, they were alive. They not only have souls but character and1 point
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"...Will it hurtโฆ?" "No, my dear. Now close your eyes and imagine something pleasant. Perhaps the contentment of biting into ripened fruit? You know that feeling, don't you? The tasteful delicacy? Revisit that. And before you know what's happeningโฆ it'll all be over." Stationed at one end of an oblong table was a peculiar sight. A damsel in distress, imprisoned and propped up for presentation. Head loose on the shoulders and wrists fastened to the armrests by twine and barbed wire, she appeared frozen in time. Her gown was formalโchampagne, slim-skirted and half-sleeved in sheer, floral fabric with an illusion neckline to accentuate vi1 point
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A collection of background, mood boards, etc.1 point
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Black was bold. A color befit for a king. It was always one's duty to dress their best for company. Hannibal Lecter could only hope that his guest for the evening would find it favorable, with scarlet-stitched pinstriping accentuating the charcoal checkered print he picked for his undershirt. Buttons made of mother-of-pearl lined down the center and at each carefully placed cuff. Topping off his three-piece of perfection was the tie, tucked flamboyantly with an array of coal, ivory, and ruby red jacquard weaves and vest to match. The mirror reflected the stern stare of self-reflection. One hand came up, capturing the hint of cologne1 point
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Was hoping to roleplay a scene where I play the Bimbo Stripper daughter of your employee whom youโre trying to get back at, in doing so you find out I work at a strip club and turn me into your fake titted coke whore and cum in me. If this interests you DM in character and we can get started (refs โ>1 point
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likes: specific cnc scenes, manipulation scenes, forced orgasm, forced bondage and teacher/student. also corruptions a big one! i cannot be a dom in scenarios.1 point
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The huge mutated lizard sit still and in place, appearing to be less threatening the longer they exchange words."Ohhh, I know how difficult it can be to survive out there, as hard as it might sound like - you know, given I am a big and efficient killing machine when I need to be. The issue is more in trying to find anyone to converse with or befriend. I do like to develop other skills too and learn more about myself in my relation to others and such. But as for the more pressing question: I came here due to the rumours of this vile place. I came to get revenge on these sick bastards - nothing more to it", she tells her.1 point
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just throwingg the concept out there but: messing with a gang ruffins, and later gets kidnapped gang raped and sold into modern day slavery/ human traffician repeating a cycle of rape, beingg bought and sold and occasionally other foced sexual activity in order to pay off a "debt" for there "jokes and pranks"1 point
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Looking to RP as any sort of Bimbo, would like to do something with A bimbo Lois Lane, but don't have to. Here's some refs, message me if interested at all.1 point
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Text Format: I will try my best to reciprocate what i have been given, if you send me a long message, iโll send a long message back, and the same with short messages. I will use quotation marks when I am speaking out loud, and italicized font when i am thinking/having an inner dialogue. Characters: I donโt really have a specific character look, so that can be worked out with my partner in private messaging.1 point
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ใปโโฆสโกษโฆ โใปI play characters of all genders, but most are feminine and submissive regardless! i'm okay with playing girls, but i prefer to play feminine and/or submissive boys! i'm also good with writing characters of any sex traits- independent of gender! ใปโโฆสโกษโฆ โใปWarning! Many of the kinks featured here are very taboo and triggering! i do not condone nor tolerate real life abuse. any talk about committing abuse in real life will be reported! do not hesitate to ask if a kink can be excluded! i am happy to oblige and prioritize your comfort. ใปโโฆสโกษโฆ โใปI am mostly looking to be claimed completely~1 point
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