this_ishell Won't be on for a little bit, I'll be back soon! Hopefully with some stories 16h

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this_ishell I crave the simplest of things. One of them being the touch of a lover. It relaxes me and sends me to places I've never been before. To feel and be loved.. To realize you actually matter to atleast one person.
All I want is to be loved and be in love.
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this_ishell Snatching this from @vladislavs.dracula ! I need some inspiration to write :) 2d

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this_ishell {Short story}
She sat there on the sandy shore with her black hair blowing through the wind, without a care in the world.
The moonlight had reflected on the crashing waves onto the very spot she was sitting in, the moon itself making her feel more empowered.
It had been a long couple of years of trying to convince herself to get back into society, to make a name for herself once again.
Every time she attempted to reinsert herself, she would get knocked down. With all the struggles of accepting who she was, it came to no surprise that people acted the way they did.
Basking in the moonlight, the young woman laid upon her back, her hair splaying out around her. With her arms across her torso, she closed her emerald eyes and relaxed into the sand beneath her.
Within an instant she flew up to a sitting position, her now golden eyes searching about. "Welcome back May."
Turning her head she saw a glimpse of a hooded figure before passing out.
#story #rp #openrp #darkrp #literaterp #maturerp
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this_ishell ~ People are afraid of what they don't know. ~
(Closed Rp with @caine.dubois )
It was yet another busy morning at the train station. Businessmen and women were rushing about, with the occasional mother and a child. So much chaos could lead to so many disasters in a brief moment.
Sitting on a bench, May held her books close to her chest, waiting for the correct train to arrive in the dock. It had been over a year since she moved to New York City to continue her studies, yet she was still baffled by the madness that was the only underground system.
As the numbers kept turning on the boards all around her, her eyes caught a man not too far away, stare at her. With her eyebrows creasing together, the young woman casually stood up and moved to a new location.
As her train pulled into the station, her fingers curled around the books, on edge of the uncertainty. Stepping aboard she accidentally grazed the shoulder of a stranger, who in return watched her sit by the window. "Sorry.." Murmuring softly to the stranger, her green eyes looked about, the familiar patterns of fabric flashed all around her as the lights sputtered.
Cursing under her breath, May sensed a body drawing near hers, her mind drawing a blank on what to do; a shield of sorts. Closing her eyes, the woman reached into her purse where her pocket knife hid.
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this_ishell {Dreams}
She waited in line anxiously, the doorway getting closer and closer every hour. May was ready for this, for all the waiting to be over. She wanted nothing more than to make her breakthrough on Broadway and get noticed by casting directors.
Heart pounding, she pushed on the door as her number was called. Putting a smile on her lips, May walked in and over to the pianist. After setting her music down and singing the tempo, she walked to the center of the room and smiled. "Hello my name is May Cauldron and I will be performing......"
With the introduction playing behind her, she readied herself for the song. Transforming into her character, May sung her heart out and after close to 1 minute, stopped to perform her monologue.
With a contrasting demeanor, the young woman performed the piece and transitioned back to herself.
"Thank you." Smiling and nodding, she stood in the center of the room for one second, then went to the piano to collect her music binder.
Now this is the hard part. Waiting to see if you'll get a callback. You can be waiting for months or maybe years, so in that time you just have to keep auditioning. People said it would be hard, but she was determined to make something of herself. Hopefully the directors saw the potential in her resume and performance to atleast cast her in the ensemble, maybe even a switch!
Alas, she was casted in her first off-Broadway show as an ensemble member, after waiting for 6 months.
She never returned as she found the task tedious and very exhausting. So many girls looked just like her,and were much more talented. Resulting to the technical side,May finally found something that she was good at and enjoyed.
#maturerp #literaterp #rp
2mon

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this_ishell Mature warning 2mon
  •   this_ishell {Inner Monologue: I'm not afraid of pain anymore.
    From the machines that dared to take my final breath away, to the ones who took pieces of my heart when they left.
    Why is it, that I crave for pain when all I ever received was just that?}
    ~
    It was in that moment, that the young woman realized this wasn't going to be a usual punishment.
    She rarely was ever punished because she somehow was able to keep her act pristine. This is one of those days that it all fell apart.
    Sitting at his feet, a single tear fell from her green eyes. The tear was because she had failed him, and nothing hurt more than not living up to his standards.
    After sitting there for a moment, he had made up his mind in what to do to get the lesson through the girls head. His first demand was that she had to strip out of her clothes: which she willing obliged.
    In a blur, her hands were restrained behind her back, and a thick collar was strapped around her throat.
    She was officially now his slave once more.
    Dragging her to her feet, her petite frame followed his figure to the room. By the way he was holding her arm, the woman knew exactly where he planned to take her.
    Pushing her body back to the ground, his hands grabbed the pile of ropes nearby, keeping her figure on the ground with his foot; like she dared to move.
    Within minutes, the knots and the criss-crossed patterns of the ropes constricted her movement, with her limbs all tied together, causing her chest to stick out prominently.
    She wasn't afraid, because in her heart she knew she deserved this.
    With her eyes trained on the ground, his fingers felt under her neck to roughly grab her chin, their eyes meeting in silence.
    His eyes were filled with ideas, but mostly disappointment. He knew this was the only way the girl would learn. (1/2) 2mon
  •   this_ishell Shoving her face to the side, he left momentarily to gather his choice of discipline.
    Hearing the shock in the air caused her heart to leap up into her throat, followed by his foot steps stopping in front of her. "Do you trust me?" His voice was gravely, and heavy, his toy rolling in his hands. "Yes."
    Breathing her answering quietly, her back jerked forwards as the shock was received in her inner thigh. He decided to use the violet wand, a toy he only used on his masochistic submissive. After a few shocks that had her squirming and gasping, he changed over to a regular cane and shoved her upper body to the ground, so that her ass stood up.
    Securing a bridle gag around her mouth, the male began the second part to her punishment.
    Whipping her until he was satisfied, he stepped away to observe his work, with his hand shakily running through his hair with adrenaline.
    Blood, welts and bruises littered her white skin, with what she deserved. ~
    How else do you teach a masochist a lesson? (2/2) 2mon

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this_ishell Safe.
It's when I have no motivation to do anything, yet feel the anxiety of things I should be doing: and somehow end up in your arms. Your fingers caressing my cheek to tell me everything will be okay, even when I think they won't be.
The feeling of wanting to stay in bed all day, and to find your arms around me keeping me warm.
To find you there when I think there's no reason for you to stay.
Safe.
#literaterp #maturerp #openrp
2mon

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this_ishell Why had she fallen prey. His words mesmerized her mind with a future that she had set her eyes on. He treated her with respect on the outside, but on the inside he was poison. Poison that rotted her brain with the sweet words he had to say. She was too shy and afraid, but that didn't stop him.
Why had she trusted him. When all he really did was convince her that he was the soul that was suffering, when in reality he just found another bookcase to put his troubles on. He loved to use his words, but only to touch her.
She never meant a thing to him. After all, who would go after two more people behind her back, when she gave him her own back.
He hurt her so bad emotionally, that it couldn't compare to the physical pain she inflicted on herself before they met.
Lei è paura di provare di nuovo.
#openrp #maturerp #literaterp #ownwriting
2mon

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