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Thread: Island for Two (Mel x Midnight Lass)

Thomas said nothing, only nodding in agreement. He was far too thirsty to speak. Far too hot as well, come to think of it. If he were less self-conscious, he might have removed the dripping shirt and jacket draped over his shoulders. As it was, the innocent lad was far too nervous of what Hannah might say were he to do so. He guessed he'd have to deal with it for now. He hurried over to the bag, fitting his arm around the loop as he noticed a chance to impress Hannah. Grabbing onto the bag, he started pulling it through the sand--pushed on as much by enthusiasm as anything else. Between the two of them, it was doubtless only a couple of moments before the bag was across the soft sand of the beach and beneath the trees nearby. Thomas sat atop the bag, looking up at the sun. Wondering what time it was. The sun seemed to be decently high up in the sky, even if he wasn't sure it was the morning or afternoon. So they probably had some time to set up a camp. Maybe we should go inland, just a little bit. I bet if we look nearby we might find some berries or maybe a river. It would be nice to have a place we can get more food or water.
Thread: Island for Two (Mel x Midnight Lass)

Hannah studied the sun, then face west. She extended her arms then flexed her hands so that her palms were facing herself. She began alternately placing her hands one on top of the other until her hands had reached the sun. Assuming sunset is about seven-thirty, it's one o'clock right now, Hannah said, unintentionally answering Thomas' question about what time it was. We're both dehydrated, and it's roughly the hottest time of the day. Let's stay in the shade and get rehydrated. We'll get a couple of hours rest, then go scouting.
Thread: Island for Two (Mel x Midnight Lass)

Thomas's eyes rested on Hannah as she gazed out at the horizon. It might have been the brief respite or maybe his body adjusting to its own weariness. But Hannah was...cute. No, not cute. The band girl with the taped glasses in his homeroom was cute. Hannah was...beautiful. With her body highlighted by the sun overhead, she almost looked like a heavenly creature. The rays of the sun glowed down on her dark skin, what of it peered outside the tears on her dress or along the soft flesh or her arms and neck. I wonder what it would feel like to kiss it... The sound of her voice cut into his sweet daydream, reminding him of where they were and why. The young man shook his head, as if trying to dispel his natural desires before Hannah had a chance to look. What did she say though? Something about the time--it was one, right. And they were dehydrated. He looked away from her quickly as she began to turn. He was nervous enough about being stranded on this island without Hannah noticing him staring. He could feel the sand in his thick black hair and the salt on his pale skin, but as much as he wanted to wash Hannah was right. They were too thirsty to go on now. Best wait until they recooped. He pulled two bottles from the backpack he had found, planting one in the soft sand beside him and passing the other to Hannah. As her eyes came in view, his eyes met hers for a moment. Before the embarrassment came back, and the shy man had to look away. H-here.
Thread: Island for Two (Mel x Midnight Lass)

Hannah took the bottle of water with an absent minded nod, then sat down with her back against a tree, drinking the water while lost in her own thoughts. If Thomas had been embarrassed when he locked eyes with Hannah, he needn't have worried. He might have locked eyes with Hannah, but her eyes never stopped moving. There wasn't a split second when she had been gazing into his eyes. There had been grabbing the waer and then looking past Thomas. Through him, Even around him. Part of Hannah was worried, sad, terrified, a ton of negative emotions. Bur all those emotions were getting pushed down. Something else, a clinical stoic part of her mind, a part she didn't even know existed, had taken over, and was determined to get her out of here alive. With that thought or non-thought in mind, Hannah looked out over the ocean and to the horizon as she drank her water.
Thread: Mx Female Violent, brutal, femdom rp!

Bumparoo
Thread: Mx Female Violent, brutal, femdom rp!

Still looking!
Thread: Mx Female Violent, brutal, femdom rp!

Bumpin
Thread: Mx Female Violent, brutal, femdom rp!

Always looking for someone to step on my throat
Thread: Mx Female Violent, brutal, femdom rp!

Bump me off please
Thread: Fx Male Cat's Rp Request List: (nekos, furs, humans, demons, monster girls, aliens some incest pairings, lots of cheating) (NSFW Links)

Bump Last edited Jul 10, 2020
Thread: Fx Male Cat's Rp Request List: (nekos, furs, humans, demons, monster girls, aliens some incest pairings, lots of cheating) (NSFW Links)

just a little bump.
Thread: Fx Male Cat's Rp Request List: (nekos, furs, humans, demons, monster girls, aliens some incest pairings, lots of cheating) (NSFW Links)

alright another bump.
Thread: Fx Male Cat's Rp Request List: (nekos, furs, humans, demons, monster girls, aliens some incest pairings, lots of cheating) (NSFW Links)

Time for another bump.
Thread: Fx Male Cat's Rp Request List: (nekos, furs, humans, demons, monster girls, aliens some incest pairings, lots of cheating) (NSFW Links)

Wow, I haven't bumped this up sense 2020, I guess its time to give me a new one.
Thread: My Compendium

Soots.
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Boople.
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Strong Johnson.
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Foobie
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Is there any point in bumping a thread that's looking for something other than 'dad fucks his daughter'?
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Buuumple
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Drongo
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Groknel
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They take the dinglebob and they push it through the grumbo.
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Whickle.
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Shhhhrub.
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All New, All Different
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Schlimple.
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Booop.
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Zimbabwe
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Bumple
Thread: Fx M or F Anime, TV, Movie Fandom RP

Well I've seen Dragonball, Digimon, Sailor Moon, and Yu-Gi-Oh!. Did you have any particular shippings or plots in mind?
Thread: Fx M or F Anime, TV, Movie Fandom RP

BrightChaos said Well I've seen Dragonball, Digimon, Sailor Moon, and Yu-Gi-Oh!. Did you have any particular shippings or plots in mind? Click to expand... I'm pretty open regards to plot line.... here are my pairings for the animes. Dragonball - my oc and either Trunks, Goten, or Vegeta Digimon - my oc and Matt Sailor Moon - my oc ame either Seiya, Saphir, or Hawkeye Yugioh - my oc and Seto Kaiba
Thread: Fx M or F Anime, TV, Movie Fandom RP

I'm going to bump this! Happy 4th of July!
Thread: Stuff that's on my mind (comments and input welcome!)

I just feel like I have to say this, otherwise it will just keep being on my mind. I feel like something is definitely not right and I wonder, am I the only one experiencing this? I get lots of ideas for RPs, for stories that I would love to start but most of the time when I put them in a nice thread, I just get no answers. It's gotten to the point where I am almost certain there's an issue on my side. I have some standards, it's true, but are they really that difficult to meet? I'm just genuinely wondering. On the other hand, I apply the very same standards when looking for a partner. And I find these very nice threads that catch my eye, with ideas that appeal to me and people who seem to be what I'm looking for because they, too, have standards. Nothing wrong with that! So I make an introduction message where I carefully say who I am, what I like, what I'm interested in from what they've given me to choose and what not. And then the waiting game begins. And now comes the worst part. Some people just don't even bother. They read the message, they acknowledge, and they don't even do as much as say No. in return. God, at this point I'd even be happy to be told to fuck off outright. Others? They reply, though they hardly seem as excited as they did in their threads. And after a few exchanged messages, they just vanish. They are there but they just avoid answering even to tell me they aren't interested any longer or I'm not what they're looking for. And I'm just left waiting and waiting until I eventually either lose my interest or forget about it. The worst part of it? I'd poke them, but I don't wanna seem pushy. I just want to be able to ride that wave of excitement when I see or get an idea that I absolutely love. Yes, I know how it is to just not feel like answering. Yes, I've sadly done a few of these things myself in the past and I am horribly sorry for it. It's why now I try to be as transparent as I can about things. Honestly it almost feels like my past mistakes are coming back to bite me in the ass really hard. I'm sorry for this getting rant-y, I hope it's the right place to post it and if not, then I don't mind it getting deleted. I just wanna know if I'm the only one who feels this way. And, I don't know, maybe some constructive advice or anything of the sorts. How do other people deal with these situations? How do I make myself more... accessible, if anything?
Thread: Stuff that's on my mind (comments and input welcome!)

You're not the only one that feels this way. I actually left BMR for several months because I hated being ignored. My only guess is that no one was interested in my fandoms, rp ideas, or any of that. I made one good partner from here who I rp with on another forum, but basically, it's a clic here. If you don't like what they like, you won't get any partners. It's why I've moved on. I came back this week in the hopes of trying again, but once again, have no takers.
Thread: Stuff that's on my mind (comments and input welcome!)

Send me an entire novel about yourself in your message to me so I can ignore it all the same because I'm too important to just outright tell you I don't wanna play with you.
Thread: Stuff that's on my mind (comments and input welcome!)

I had that for years, much like others have too, and it's a terrible feeling the more it goes on and it reached the point I've given up looking for any more RPs. The rare times I would get an interest it would only be from people that are unable to read the thread to which I would state my standards, basically just going I'm interested. As if I can somehow read their minds over the internet which of the many, many, many plots I had up. Or the ones that are promising partners that I could make a decent story with, they end up just dropping it at around 10 posts. Not a word or anything. And then if I have my concerns that the RP with continue, typically when something bad happens to them on their end, I'm not allowed to voice my concerns without being accused of being 'angry and lashing out'. But the I keep quiet and the RP still drops with the partners still RPing with others.
Thread: Stuff that's on my mind (comments and input welcome!)

Damned if you do, damned if you don't. As I said, I'm not a saint, I've done some no notice dropping in the past but I grew out of that kind of behavior and I absolutely loathe it. I try to keep people knowing what is up and it saddens me whenever this kind of behavior has me on the receiving end. Heck, I also let people who contact me regarding my ideas know if I don't think we are compatible. I do keep up some standards because I know what I want, but I try not to be ridiculous.
Thread: Fx Any Sex, Love and Submission?

Bump of the day
Thread: Fx Any Sex, Love and Submission?

bump of the day automerge1529693329automerge Update Post As of 622 I have added a F x F section. Have a look! Last edited Jun 22, 2018
Thread: Fx Any Sex, Love and Submission?

New Plots, Pics and ideas for each section!
Thread: Fx Any Sex, Love and Submission?

New Plot and Picture for plots added
Thread: Fx Any Sex, Love and Submission?

Ooof, been away for a while but uhhh. Bump lol.
Thread: Fx Any Sex, Love and Submission?

Looking to change a few things, but bump for now
Thread: Fx Any Sex, Love and Submission?

Bump. Going to attempt to erase some ideas and make new ones.
Thread: Claiming The Wolf (Hatchet & ScarlettRose)

His blinds were open, and considering he couldn't lock the door during hours, she had every move to walk right in. Donder however was about to answer her to wait a moment outside as he finished grading for other classes. Once she found him, the massive man sitting in his desk chair, typing away on his laptop while going back and forth between that and his triple monitor screen that sat on his desk to the right of him. Hearing the click of his door once it closed, his icy eyes flicked up to the girl standing in front of him as he let out a low grunt and shut his computer, leaning back and crossed his arms over his broad chest. However perhaps she couldn't see it from his beard, but he had a ghost of a smirk across his face, he knew what she was here for. It wasn't uncommon for students to make themselves known after such an experience, but Professor Locke was not easily shaken. If you would have paid attention on the first day instead of sitting in the back turned away from me you would have heard me clearly state that 'the door closes the second the clock reads two o' clock.' That second had passed and you were not in the door, you were still on the other side of it. Which means...You were late. Brushing off the words she snapped at him, he wasn't worried much about it, though a shame he couldn't shoot words right back at her to risk getting called in by the President again. As far as the rest of my students having lives... He purred in his heavily thick, German accent as he leaned over his desk, his fingers clasped. This is Yale, sweetheart. This is your life up until you graduate. I don't care what sob story background you have, I don't care how well you did on your entrance exams...And I especially don't give a flying fuck Oops, that one got out... How terrible your morning was. Do you think I want to sit here right now in some backwater country because I was the only professor that 'volunteered' from LMU Munich to spend a few semesters here? No. Do you see me bitching about it? Damn it, Donder Just then yes, but no. No you don't. After that they stared at each other for a long moment, Donder not budging an inch before he spoke lowly, making his words as clear as possible. I hope this math coarse isn't a prerequisite to another math or science coarse, because you will be forced to take it again next semester. And that was it, he was going to fail her, just for all of that no one so stupid or at least so entitled as she seemed could just walk in there, call him an asshole, or any other professor for that matter...And expect to be let off with a warning and maybe a few points taken off for a late exam. Not a chance. Waving her off he opened his laptop again to pull up her file and take her out of his class.
Thread: Claiming The Wolf (Hatchet & ScarlettRose)

Alyssa glared at him for a long moment. Unbelievable! He really was a big of an asshole as she always thought he was. Although his large build and his coarse words were beginning to overshadow her built up resolve she wouldn't let it show. She was far too proud. This day was slowly getting worse. At this rate, she'd have to work another job to keep going. Then there was the fact that she'd have to deal with this beast for ANOTHER semester! She wondered why she had done this to herself. She could have easily gone to any medical school in the country but no she wanted to go Ivy League. Tears brimmed the edges of her eyes but she dare not let them spill. Not in front of this man. She would show no sign of weakness but she'd certainly have to consider her options more seriously. Either work herself to death trying to get an Ivy League education or go back home . . . Disgraced and with nothing to show? Not an option, Alyssa decreed to herself immediately. He was heartless. And right now she hated him more than she had ever hated anyone! She practically shook with outrage like a volatile volcano that may explode at any moment. It made sense though, she thought. He was a damned German. He might as well have been Hitler himself at the moment to her. And she would not dignify him with any response. Instead she spun on her heals and headed for the door. In the chaos of her inner workings and the books loaded in her arms, as she reached for the handle her phone rang. Alyssa tried to answer it which only led to her further degradation in front of the villainous Professor. She kept her back to him as her phone hit the floor turning onto speaker mode with her books piling on top of it. Happy Birthday mi amor. Her grandmother's voice could be heard but instead of a felicitous tone it was filled with sorrow. Nina told me Brutus passed away this morning. Tell me it's not true corazn. Que pas? What happened? A tear ran down Alyssa's cheek and she wiped it away instantly as she tried to gather her belongings. The faster she tried to pick everything up the more quicker it toppled back onto the ground igniting her vexations even more so. He got hit by car. Some bastard was driving at over 50 miles per hour, he-he had no chance. She practically growled as the books slipped from her hands again. Nana, I can't do this right now. I'll call you back later. Ending the call she stuffed her phone back in her pocket, this time stuffing the books into her backpack, even though it would not close. She felt she had lost enough dignity for one Goddamn day. She just wanted to get the hell out of this office. Plus, there was the overwhelming guilt of how badly she had just spoke to her grandmother right now but she just could not deal with it all. Slinging her weighty backpack over her shoulder she stood up and sighed and straightened her spine as if this whole scene had not just happened. Ignorance was bliss after all . . .
Thread: Claiming The Wolf (Hatchet & ScarlettRose)

Donder was almost immune to the hatred, he knew students talked, he knew how they felt about him. Hell...His own daughter took his classes, excelled of coarse but that had nothing to do with him. She even hated his classes, though she had personal reasons to go along with it. Waiting for his classes to come up, he selected the coarse she was in and scrolled down to her name, having trouble remembering but once her student ID popped up he found her easily. Right as he was going to click and remove her, he rolled his eyes and slowly glanced over at her when her phone tumbled to the ground and accidentally hit speaker. Girl can't walk and chew gum at the same time, can she? He thought to himself seeing her still taking up space and oxygen in his office as he glanced back at his computer. His finger hovering over the key before he listened to her words, honestly he didn't need to hear it on speaker, his werewolf senses easily understanding every word...Minus the Spanish...And paused, glancing at a picture of his beloved canine companion on his desk who was eagerly waiting for his master to come home, he'd assume...That or be sleeping on the couch. Gritting his teeth together, he closed the page he was on and shut his laptop, getting his things together. You can take it in the morning before eight. Whatever isn't completed by the time I'm supposed to start my morning classes will be counted wrong, and you will have fifteen percent deducted from your grade because its late, and for thinking you could scare me into letting you retake it by acting like a spoiled, entitled brat. He snapped at her his back to her as he closed his briefcase. Now get out of my office. I'll see you back here in the morning.
Thread: Claiming The Wolf (Hatchet & ScarlettRose)

Stopping in her tracks as he spoke, Alyssa did not turn to face him. Still stubborn and proud, she could have easily retorted how he was a bully and should act his age and that if anyone was spoiled here it was his snobby entitled ass but this time her sense of survival took the forefront and she realised that was as much as she could expect and it sure was a hell of a lot better than another semester of this pig's classes. Opening the door she left without turning or without saying a word. On her way back to her apartment she supposed she should thank her pigheaded Professor but to be perfectly honest she did not trust him and decided to hold off all gratitude until after she completed the test. When she got in her roommate was nowhere to be seen and although tonight they had planned to go out and celebrate her birthday, well suffice to say she did not feel like celebrating and found herself fast asleep. She wasn't a big crier. She loved Brutus, he had loved and protected her when she had no one else. He didn't deserve to die the way he did and the apartment was mournfully quiet, devoid of a larger than life personality. Sleep was her escape from the horrible day she had just endured but tomorrow was another day and Alyssa was up and showered by 6am and on campus for 7. She was taking no chances as she waited for Professor Snotty. As she waited she realised how lucky she was. She couldn't believe she had called him an asshole . . . and a douche! A small smirk played across her lips as she shook her head at herself. What an idiot. She thought to herself, deciding she'd be her polite usual self today. He may even be lucky and receive a smile from her today. At the very least she promised herself that she would apologies after she completed the test, though she doubted he'd appreciate the sentiment or accept it. But to be completely honest she did not want to face him again, even though she knew she had no choice. How did one speak to someone you'd called an asshole the day before? She couldn't exactly say Good morning Professor Douche could she? No matter how appealing the notion was. No, instead she waited quietly, the place was practically empty this early which didn't help her nerves in the least. Alyssa thought over how she'd greet him when he arrived, possible small talk or just to get straight down to business. Playing the scenarios over and over in her head.
Thread: Claiming The Wolf (Hatchet & ScarlettRose)

The professor was already in the school, his office unlocked for her, allowing her to take her exam at the table in the middle of the large room. Walking in as she spaced out counting scenarios in her head, he said nothing and set his computer bag next to his desk and unlocked his briefcase to hand her the exam before starting the stopwatch and allowed her to start. From then on he sat quietly at his desk, the only two things heard were his powerful fingers typing away on his computers and the clock on the wall ticking by. It had been years since he allowed a student to retake a test under these circumstances, and if anyone asked he would have simply called it a bereavement excuse and leave it at that. The moment she began with her test, there was a large - 15 on the front page at the top as a reminder to her that he was doing her a massive favor. It wasn't exactly him being mean, but he made sure he was incredibly clear even without saying a word that this sort of thing would not be repeated in the future unless it was a legitimate excuse. When the time beeped, he shut it off and for several moments he didn't say anything, more intent on finishing whatever he was typing than taking the test up. Finally he pushed himself away from his desk, getting up from his seat and took the test out from under her. Normally, when she saw him he was either sitting in his office or down on the bottom floor of the lecture hall where she usually sat up top in the back. Now she could see just how imposing he was face to face, and why many students wouldn't dare bother him in his office hours, the man looked like he crushed skulls just to work up an appetite. That's time, don't be late again. He said and opened the door for her, his icy eyes starting indifferently at her waiting for her to leave so he could get back with his day.