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Thread: The Farmers Daughter.

As they made it to the lumber yard Dea got out and got the things he need and had them take the rest to the farm he asked them to do as he went back to the truck and had Aislyn take off the the next stop that she need Okay thats it for me now what do you need to get he asked her. as he watch her take off to the next stop and then wonder where they were going. as he had gotten a lot for things and liked what he got and then yawn a bit. it was only 1130 by the time they came to the next stop on there little date as some will call it. as he watch her for a bit of time before looking out the window of her truck and smiled a bit. as he looked at everyone that was out and about.
Thread: The Farmers Daughter.

Just the grocery store. She said and reached it, parking the truck and hopping out of it before entering it and grabbing a cart. Slowly walking up and down the aisles with him as she began to pick up things that they had needed. They mostly had all the meat and vegetables at home where her father had Dea picking them. She smiled softly as they reached the cashier and the woman smield at her. Well hey there, Aislyn. She said and smiled, seeing the Wolf and she about eyed him up. Handsome boyfriend you got there. The cat grinned and Aislyn breathed in lightly and she blushed lightly. Oh well.. he's.. he's not my boyfriend.S he smiled and the feline smiled. Oh.. well not yet. The feline spoke and laughed only making Aislyn blush and look towards Dea.
Thread: Farmland Invaded (Cerberus and jamilover)

The sun was shining and it seemed to be a wonderful day. The country of Emmeria had seen no problems even after the Ulysses 1994XF04 Asteroid. To the people on the Emmerian side all they had seen was shooting stars as it passed over them and landed in the neighboring country of Estovokia. They had gotten it much worse with a high death toll, their government collapsing and falling to a military government. Had the Emmerian government aided the creation of the Stonehenge project then perhaps things might of turned out differently. Back In Gracemeria the day seemed like any other day, good weather forecasted for the day and nothing seemed to be of any trouble to a small little farm outside the city limits of Gracemeria. Suddenly rockets flew over head before dissapearing over the horizon where the city would be after a few minutes someone had come out side shouting. The Bridge, They took out King's Bridge! It wasn't long until tanks and troop carriers started to roll down the road. Toscha got out of the jeep and looked around as he checked his rifle. Spread out, get those people back inside. The other soldiers nodded and started to crowd the people back into their houses. Toscha nodded and laughed abit. Soon Gracemeria will be ours. -- Saturday, now there was a day that could never be ignored. A day where you didn't have people bickering at you and no work to do. Just laze about and enjoy the day as it slowly went by. Plus the fact that it had now become summer only made this Saturday even better. In the Leto's darkened room the soft sounds of dog's feet were softly heard plotting on the floor before jumping into his master's bed and licking Leto on the face. All right all right im up, gah! He sighed and yawned and stretched before sitting up and throwing the blankets off of him and onto the bed. All right Shadow lets get you some food. He smiled and ran his hands over the husky's muzzle and pulled on his p.j pants and a white tee-shirt. Leto knew he had to get up and at least start the days chores, feed the animals and then he could relax.
Thread: Farmland Invaded (Cerberus and jamilover)

Jessica was roaming the farm. She was doing her normal chores as the mother, and watching her children as well. The day so far had started out no different than any other day. She was basically used to all of this.
Thread: Farmland Invaded (Cerberus and jamilover)

Toscha looked at the road map then to his driver. Up there along the hill, a small house, Lets go and see just who is living up there. The soldiers nodded and some got back into their jeep. Toscha got back in and they drove up the road. He checked his watch for a second before sitting back and enjoying the ride noticing the people mostly obeying orders from the Estovokian soldiers. The Jeep pulled up and the soldiers got out. He made a motion with his hand for his soldiers to wait outside. Some of them looked at Toscha while others walked around the house. Toscha waited outside and watched his soldiers. He turned down his radio for a second as it was starting to bother him. He walked up to the door and knocked on it. It was true that the enemy was on their front doorstep. Leto then thought about it for a second and looked at Shadow. Oh sorry boy come on lets let you go out back for morning bathroom. Sorry boy. He laughed and grabbed his shoes and slipped them on and headed to the back yard and let Shadow go and head out Once shadow was done with his morning bathroom break he trotted back over to Leto and barked. Leto laughed and just patted him on the head. Well time for breakfast so go lay down. He walked back through the sliding glass door and to the living room and sat down watching the news as he always did. He stopped when he heard the knocking on the door. Wonder who that could be.
Thread: Farmland Invaded (Cerberus and jamilover)

She heard him speaking, and turned towards the door. She saw that there was a jeep in the driveway, and furrowed her eyebrows. Who is that? She asked softly looking back down at the sink full of dishes. She didn't really know what to think about it as her son answered the door without a thought.
Thread: Farmland Invaded (Cerberus and jamilover)

im sorry but those short post just really won't cut it. it was a nice try
Thread: Farmland Invaded (Cerberus and jamilover)

I can do up to Novella if you want haha it sometimes takes me a while to get into character
Thread: Emoetry

Well Here we go. The ups and downs of my life as written through my eyes. I have some old works that will not appear on this forum because I don't want to take the time to copy and paste them all from Gaia. So here we are. Enjoy, you will find out that I am both a hopeless romantic and a pessimistic emo. How is it that when you need people the most, they can sit there and turn their back on you. When you're down and broken. Badly beaten no one is there to sit and comfort you. In the dizzying shadows, I meet my fate. My hopes and dreams stripped away at the mere vulnerabilities. My heart and soul died shortly before Valentines Day. Another cruel reminder of the fate that I am to lead. I open my eyes and I can see nothing but the pain and torment of others and I try to close my eyes, but to no avail. The images keep flooding into my head. Worthless, cheap, lazy, Scum, You were an accident and you know it.... Go fuck yourself, I never want to deal with you ever again wretch. Each word, each phrase, engraved itself on my heart. I sit in a corner to await my fate that will never come. An everlasting maelstrom of hate and negativity, blow me every which way, regardless or not my rudder. For I am like a boat with no sails. Unable to make it from one side of the great lake of dismay. Suddenly my boat capsizes, leaving me to try and swim. Swim in the dizzying shadows. I feel myself pulled down deeper into the inky abyss, my mind flooded with the darkest views of the world. I find myself in another world. A much darker world, where the light and good are never seen. The barren wasteland is hellish and strangely cold. Fear grips at my heart as I realize, that the wasteland that I traveled was nothing more than my torn and tattered heart. I sit and try to cry but only tears of blood fall from my eyes, I curl up my legs rendered useless by the feeling of dread. Though in the distance I see a light. May this be the redemption I was hoping for. I knew not at that time that my troubles were only beginning. With what petty strength I had left I dragged myself to that beacon, only to find that it wasn't a beacon of hope. It was the harbinger of chaos. The great beast. Frightened I laid there as I saw the enormous row of pointed, jagged, razor like teeth. Eyes as red as a dying ember. I felt the air move as I closed my eyes, I felt the teeth clench around me as it swallowed me whole. I felt myself falling, for how long I didn't know. I saw the ground, I knew what was coming.... 3....2....1..... My body shattered at the force of impact splitting my soul in two. I looked over and saw him coming my way. I couldn't move. My own dizzying shadow. I closed my eyes and flinched feeling his obsidian fingers press to my throat. Everything looks dark, fuzzy. I cant focus. He's holding too tightly. I feel something soak into my shirt. His claws dug into my skin. I look again, My dizzying shadow, was none other than the beast. I gurgled in horror as my eyes grew dim, all life leaving my body. Alone and dead I lay here my heart stilled by the great beast within, In the distance, echoing silently were my last words. Gomenasai... I'm sorry....
Thread: Emoetry

Shouldn't almost make me cry on my birthday...
Thread: Emoetry

Tired, weary, and worn You stand before me Your outlook desperately forlorn That's not how it's to be OH ITS SO WONDERFULLY WRITTEN! Oh you are so talented! Please write more!!
Thread: Emoetry

Wastelander Why is it that when you least expect it, your past rises up from the river of time to torment you. The continuity of those times, you try so hard to run from do nothing but impede your progress forward. I try to keep my eyes set on the horizon before me, though it's never a surprise when something comes around to make me turn about and start heading the way I came. He found me that day before it all seemed hopeless and yet when I run to him he pushes me away. I sigh as I watch him from a distance, like viewing his actions through the frosted window of my heart. He's only around when he needs me, when he wants me. Though it's not acceptable for me to run to him. So I left him, as I focused on gathering whatever shards of my heart I could that were left there lying shattered on the blacktop. I'm guessing he found and held on to the pieces I'd missed. I move on as the currents of the great river carried me forward. I drifted as I normally do, then I found her. Much to my despair the same thing happened, and once again I took the slivers I could and left. My heart broken and battered I fled once more this time enveloped in my own darkness. I lay there broodingly, wishing the pain would just fade away, though it just seemed to grow until the pieces of my heart became callused and cold. I walked for a time unable to feel, my body and mind numbed by the icy blood coursing through my body. I cared little for the things in this world or the next, I just continued on a mere shell of a man. That was until I found what I thought was my salvation. Everything was well and I could feel my heart thaw. He seemed to bring out what was once good in me. I was wrong... Attention whore, crybaby, bitch.... He act's as if I never shared the good times along with the bad. Then I'm faced with my past, not only is he treating me as the first did, but who decides to come bring their heads out of the river and grab hold of my leg in an attempt to pull me back into the darkness of my past. I beg for his help but all I receive in return is a cold dark stare. My heart stops as it shatters one final time. I break away and grab a single thin splinter, as I dash away cold and alone. Am I never to feel happy? Am I doomed to feel desolate as the wasteland I wander? I pray not though if that's the case then I fear I am not long for this world. I would rather lie here and waste away than to give up my tiny glimmer of the innocence I once had.
Thread: Emoetry

I like these a lot AD...I think most people have moments in their life where they could relate to them as well. Thank you for posting. smiles If my nephew wasn't fast asleep, I would definitely be blaring BfmV... I notice a good portion of it was written during Suffocating under the words of sorrow a favorite of mine
Thread: Emoetry

It's one of my favorites as well. It's something I listen to when I fill with rage, and it allows me to let it out peacefully. I'm glad to hear that there is another BfmV fan out there. Glad to hear I'm not alone. bows I will attempt to continue with the good works.
Thread: Emoetry

Musings of a Fading Man The darkness holds me close, as a mother her infant. I fight for breath, and yet I cannot draw the sweet nectar. I stare at the empty hospital bed as they lead me forward, all clad in white, they lay me down and put me under. No dreams just the bleak nothingness within the recesses of my mind. Shall I be locked within for all eternity, or shall I rise up victoriously.The answer itself eludes me. I'm fearful that things might not go the way I planned. That they might not work out the way everyone assures me they will. Once again I find myself that scared little boy. Alone in the world, once again faced with two choices. Take what I have of my remaining time, or hand myself over to strangers, that with a single slip would end everything I could have hoped to achieve in my brief lifetime. I know that I have a lot to think about, considering everything that has happened. Not to mention everything I have to atone for. I just hope things will end up okay. I look down the path and see no light at either fork, just the abyss staring into my soul. It's up to me to rebuild, and it's up to me to prove everyone wrong. Though it's hard to have faith in yourself when no one else does. I feel like I'm fading, and yet it seems I'm the only one to notice. It is what it is I guess. Whatever happens happens, because like the French say. C'est la vie.
Thread: Emoetry

Be Mine Forever This poem is for someone special in my life..If it weren't for them Id probably be dead...Thank you ... There's a song that seems to speak to me It was soothing like the sea As the waves caress the shore just like my facade you tore I was bare, my heart exposed my love for you brilliantly shone You are the woman of my dreams... You make my troubles rip at the seams serene, calming, moved Your eyes change my mood Death cannot Separate Worries seem to dissipate My love for you is limitless You company is eternal bliss Your Beauty is unsurpassed I know this life is not our last Our lives will be intertwined forever surpassed the end of time...
Thread: Right VS Wrong (desertpaladin)

As Kita walked paroling the grounds of her great lords castle she thought about how she could be a better knight for the lord of her land. She wanted to prove her worth and be none to him. Later that day she met with her superior. Kita i have a new assignment for you. You will be disguising yourself as a thief. This may include you stealing some to prove to them your a thief so be careful not to blow your cover. you will need to get yourself into this gang of rogues. They have been looting the people of our land. Get to know them them and keep me in the loop so we can take them down. Dismissed Kita nodded then left the room and got ready. After changing to look like a thief she got ready to leave as she created a back story and a new name just in case they new the names of the knights. She then headed out to find the gang of rogues she new she just had to find an area they would be in then steal something. She hoped this would be enough to get her in.
Thread: SEEKING MALE ROLE PLAYERS (Each Reply is Another Open RP)

Role Plays Idea 2 Raising the Moral High School Cheerleader x High School Football Coach Character Name Kristy Rios Age 17 Looks Personality Very Slutty. Loves to have sex, play rough, get cummed on and having cocks jammed down her throat. PLOT The teams Coach had seemed to loose his touch when his wife left him at the beginning of the new school year. He's not been showing up to help the team with their practices and they have lost their first 2 games of the season because of it. The team has even given up hope. So the Head Cheerleader, Kristy decides to stay after one of the practices that he actually shows up to have a word with him. When a innocent talk becomes a sex-rehab for the coach, Kristy decides to help him get his confidence back so he goes back to being the coach that got them to state every year.
Thread: SEEKING MALE ROLE PLAYERS (Each Reply is Another Open RP)

Role Play Idea 3 Don't Tell Daddy Young Teenager x Daddy's Friends 2 guys Name Rebeka Becky Williams Age 15 years old Looks Personality Idolizes Porn Stars. Wants to be touched by men. Plot Becky had always liked it when her father's 2 best friends YCYC2 came over to play poker every Saturday night. They had came over for as long as she could remember and they always told her she was growing up nicely. As the years passed, they only grew more attached to the young girl and finally a weekend after her 15th b-day, Becky would have a chance to act on something she had discretely lied to watch on the computer. Her father and his friends were fire fighters, and he had gotten moved to night shift and didn't have time to tell his buddies. So that Saturday they come over for the planned Poker night and find out that young Becky is all alone in the house...and actually is very willing to obey them.
Thread: SEEKING MALE ROLE PLAYERS (Each Reply is Another Open RP)

Being A Millionaire Makes you HOT! 21 year old x Older 40 Master Male Character Bio Name Kayla Lively Age 21 Looks Small Bio Fun. Flirty. Horny and Loves Older men with Loads of Money Plot While most 21 year olds are out getting high, drunk or fucked she's surfing the net for a G.L.O.R.D Good Looking Older Rich Daddy. Kayla isn't the typical 21 year old girl, she's determined not to have to work a day in her life, so she's on a mission to find herself a rich man. After about a month of looking she finally stumbles over a man who is a millionaire and has proof. Once he shows her and gets her approval, the man sends for Kayla. Deciding that it would be fun, she locks up her apartment and catches the flight to him. The first night everything is perfect, she' loving him and his money so she agrees to have her things sent to his place. The second night, things get a bit romantic and he asks her to marry him and changes his will so she gets everything thing. Once they are married on the third night, they have a blast until the morning of the four day she wakes up fully nude with a collar around her neck and finds herself chained to the bed. Little did she know that the rich old man she married was a sadistic male who planned to keep his word but tarnish her from now until his death. CAUTION PLEASE READ RABBIT HOLE and F-LIST. Everything will be applied except what's in my NO List...Needs a very Sadistic and Twisted Male
Thread: SEEKING MALE ROLE PLAYERS (Each Reply is Another Open RP)

The Slave or Room 69 Inexperienced Young Kidnapped Slave x Sadistic Owner Character Bio Name Krystal Age 21 Looks Small Bio Krystal is a young complete penetration virgin who is extremely tight so even a small cock would rip her apart. Plot Plot Has After being kidnapped, Krystal is taken out of her home state and placed in an abandoned apartment building in room 69. She's collared with a shock collar, anklets, and bracelets so when she gets within five beet of the door it acts like a tazer and makes her drop to the floor for 30 seconds. She's there as a sex servant for any who pay her owner for the key to her place. They are allowed to stay as long as they want and MUST return the key when they leave...This is to be her life...what will become of her? How many men will come for her? What will they do to her? About the Men Intelligent Witty, Cunning and Manipulative Able to have Multi-Orgasms Very Experienced Sadistic Older Men What should be covered in the role play Anal Play Training, Stretching and Sex BrandingMarking Marking her as his slave Cum Inflation Heavy Excessive Seamen Extreme DegradingExtreme Humiliation DisciplinePunishments DoubleTriple Penetration sloppy seconds Face Fucking Pussy to Mouth Anal to Mouth Extreme Bondage Play Objectification Public SexHumiliation Throat Penetration, Swallowing Cum Breeding Only Fucks her Pussy when he wants to plant his seeds Large Sex Toys, Electric Toys Enemas Reg Cum Water Sports ANYTHING ELSE YOU'D LIKE EXCEPT GIRL ON GIRL PS I'm up for anything in my Rabbit Hole and F-list
Thread: So You Probably Don't Know Me~

Bumpity.
Thread: So You Probably Don't Know Me~

good luck to ya, you sound like my type but, mainly rp through forms and e-mail
Thread: So You Probably Don't Know Me~

You seem like a nice type to roleplay with. Bump to you.
Thread: m seeking f/'f's

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Thread: m seeking f/'f's

Hello There Forsaken, I am rather new to Blue Moon but I have taken interest in the Masterslave and the Kingpeasant Ideas. I was thinking maybe a mixture of the two? The King kidnaps a married women who is about 19 years of age from her newly wed young husband and turns her into his breeding slave.... Would this Idea Be alright for you? I mean I'm new to this site but I write at least 2-3 well written paragraphs.
Thread: Wolverine: "1919"

Closed 1919. The war had ended less than a year ago, yet the remains still stunk across the hills of loveless Europe. Lives had been lost -- families decimated , villages erased through blood and fire. Underneath, the soles of boots trampled on bone and bullets, empty shells of both ammo and man. The man that walked through it all was a Canadian soldier that had witnessed the violence first hand. The screams -- the suffering. And he'd suffered more than most men out there. Bullet after bullet, tearing through his flesh and ripping him apart. And every time -- that Canadian soldier would stand back up. It hurt, and because of his special ability he was prone to putting himself in danger more times than a normal man would. He could heal -- faster than anything. And it meant he had to go through the pain of death more than once. His name was Corporal Jim Howlett, a native of Alberta, and one-of-a-kind. They sent him on missions like this because that's what he was best at -- killing bad guys. In this case, it wasn't just murdering. There was a woman involved... a pilot. Seems like she had been shot down whilst flying back from the east and was carrying something important. His commanding officer didn't tell him what, and Jim -- or Logan, as he was nicknamed -- didn't ask questions. She was being kept in a small village, situated in the old landscape of eastern Prussia. The Canadian didn't have a plan, except for one. Get in, grab her, and kill every German soldier that was stupid enough to pull back on the trigger. Sneaking in wearing a German uniform was out of the equation. Castle The prisoner had been kept in a cell, in one of the basements of the town. They were all inter-connected with one another, the sewer system linking each building to the next. The smell inside the cell suggested it was very close to large quantities of sewage. The cramped room gave little space to maneuver, built tall with stone and a small window in the heavy wooden door to give some source of light. The sound of German was a constant background noise to break up the rare moments of silence. The occasional laughter. Taunting. The voices of free men on the other side of the locked door.