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an idea (or a couple) yk????

Here for the seven! Do you have a temperance spot open?
Me second option would be Humility followed by Charity.

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+18 horror and monsters

Hell-o
There are two concepts within this posting. I would hope to eventually have both with partners for each. In this RP I would ask for every reply a base of 3 paragraphs minimum. Each paragraph to have at least three complete sentences or combinations. Meaning two paragraphs with at least a number of nine sentences total, one paragraph with 9 sentences, basically a nine sentence minimum. Grammar and all that is a loose second as long as I can comprehend the meaning its all good. I understand sometimes fingers trip on the way to their key and crash land into no-mans land. I am not going to drop the hammer for that simple faux pas. Also on the subject of ghosting, please just tell me you're not felling it or life happened. I understand and will appreciate it!

This is a collaboration of sorts so add your two cents...
YC OOC: "Hey it would be interesting if... xyz were to happen."
MC IC: Devious grin picks 'Y' and puts it in the pot without telling you.
With me being the supreme overlord final say when making the final decision. After all, I want you intrigued and second guessing yourself.

First concept first, I'm sure the reader wants all the juicy information spelling out the fives w's and one 'h'. Well lets see what I can tell you about this first concept.
18+ 18+ 18+


1. I had the twisted idea of merging some elements from various horror concepts. To wet your apatite think Resident evil with Silent hill then dip the whole image in a hell scape worthy of diablo. Now sprinkle on top some aspects of the Ring and you just entered the twilight zone of this concepts infancy. Meaning... YC actions will in fact and directly effect the landscape to produce dire consequences. What parts will I use what perils will YC face? Well that is the rub, I'm not going to tell you... everything. I will say that in the beginning YC one night, maybe day was enveloped by a thick fog that rolled in, transporting YC to an abandoned town or is it? and then things went from weird to worse. Because my dear reader, if you want to know more... then YC will just have to survive in order to figure it all out. Yet all hope is not lost. For in this sleep of death what dreams may come? You are not alone. Maybe its your best friend, a random stranger, loved one, a mental break forming a alternate personality, whom so ever we choose for this 1x1 will travel this road together. Unless one of you dies horribly then its game over no redos. So we will make character sheets with RL images. YC and MC will have a phobia of a semi common theme [spiders, blood, heights] to add some spice. A list of skills with basic equipment and some fleshy details before we begin. I will warn you there will be 18+ content but not the smutty kind.I need to boost my post count QQ Violence galore, gore and blood, questionable leaps in belief, and all the horrible things normally associated in 'R' rated cinema. I will use pictures in some postings to help after all a pic is worth a thousand words. As the narrator I also reserve the right to lie, keeping you guessing and most of all direct the story again based on the choices YC makes. I really feel this would be good especially as if the other person drops out then the story can still continue or have another person show up by means of fog. It will still be a 1x1 and open and close as characters die or have RL long term pause.

"Run. This is not the fairytale of happy endings and heroes. There is only blood on the walls, screaming in the distance, and the fog. "

______________The second story line is far more simplistic and yet has a place dear to my heart._______________


2. "Not the usual suspects."
*This could also be considered or made an isekai.
This will be a delve into a fantasy realm with a doubles or 1x1 party. A world I have had in the back of my mind for the past 10 years. I've slowly built it and layered the complex web of social, economic, political geographic highlights placing them carefully into a blender then hit puree. Because in this version all those lovable helpful humanoid races are... dead. Elves, humans, gnomes, dwarves, ect all dead. Why are they all dead? I offer a shoulder shrug, I am not telling you. Although YC is free to find out if that is what YC wants to do. Because here, my favorite reader is monsters, magic and wonder. We will select and approve of a creature of size large, medium, or smaller and see where the road leads us. But story teller story teller, can we have a ...magic creature like DND magic beast like say... a displacer beast? Well yes, but why limit yourself when you can be a sphinx? Maybe you want to live simple and be a lamia? Maybe you are a elemental that never went home? Can you be a summoned humanoid creature like demon, devil, or angel lost on this mortal plane? Yes... yes you may. I am sorry chuthulu is too big and breaks the size rule. Before you even ask, no there is no baby chuthulu. chuthulu is chuthulu. I will not be accepting undead to include vampires.

But story teller why are we in this world, just to survive?

Well yes and no. Think "free-guy". Creativity is key. What if after a certain time or even you were able to evolve from the base creature to something more? Gaining special abilities and maybe even evolving your form? The world is yours, do you just want to survive? What if we threw in some intelligence and consequences for the choices you make? What if you choose to live in one of the many many ruined structures left by the silly humanoids that managed to wipe themselves out? And in that location you find a magic item, or tome, or thing that has a function? Would your character really just sit in the forest and eat the berries when they could learn to read with a magic item or learn to use make and repair the humanoid items? Build an empire with the tools of the old? Gather allies?

So for the character sheets we will have base DND stats some skills that make sense and if so requested a random item from the humanoids. Images will be pulled from that magic place call the internet.

At this time I turn it over to you. I hope I piqued some interests and found those with the muse to proceed.

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Please DM me with either "18+ 18+ 18+" in the title for the spooky one and that you understand full well it is mature in the gore not smut. because my post count is shameful.
Or "suspects" in the title for the fantasy story. I'm not interested/going to pursue smut for this story! That being said, there might be smut but the ratio is like 90% story, and must be organic, bordering on lover like treatment. If there is smut in the latter then it will be DM and /or fade to black or whatever my partner prefers.

Ban the User Above You

@hanzo
Banned because...
yeah it is! XD

Word association Game!

vigilante

Ban the User Above You

@Foster

<Snipped quote by hanzo>

"Banned for hypocrisy, you can quote me on that."

@Foster

Banned for not using quotes for a quote. XD

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Fight Club

Meanwhile things weren't going as planned for Mitzuki either. Miku was giving her 'best friend' the coldest shoulder all day. The usual attempts of getting in with "Hey wanna get some lunch?" fell flat with today. Mitzuki tried texting and walking by Miku's office but nothing. By actual lunch she had enough. Stopping at the door of her high school friend and knocking. "Look.." She walked in shutting the door behind her. "We need to talk. Did you actually tell him that you thought we were, together behind your back?! You really think I'm some slut that steals other peoples husbands? You've known me since high school and that was your comeback to an argument?! You.."

She fired back! "He tells you about our fights?! You might as well sleep with him if your that close!"

The hurt at her friends comment struck her like a hard slap! "You need to stop fighting and start sleeping together more if you have this much energy! He loves you idiot!" She leaned against the wall. With a smirk and folding her arms. "Well... if you dont want him then I wouldnt mind."

Miku smirked thinking it was a joke before looking at her friend and seeing no sign of a joke she doubled down. "Fine take him! He's at work with his two sluts so good luck getting any time alone."

Mitzuki laughed. "Did it ever occur to you to see him at work? I mean he has that big office right? Maybe hell share me with his new helpers?" She walked out with a devious grin shutting the door but stopping just outside the office to listen, she didnt wait long.

Miku threw her coffee cup at the door then started to cry. Of course it occurred to her to go see her husband but they had a rule, and the rule said no family business at work. It would be embarrassing if anyone caught them... together. Would Mitzuki really try that? She wasnt aware of their agreement obviously. Did that jerk make that rule just to set up a free space for his sluts? Maybe if she caught him it would help prove her point.

Mitzuki left the hall and walked down to her small office. Sitting in her chair as she stared up at the ceiling. With a sigh she grabbed her phone. "I just made it so much worse. We should talk." Mitsuki was about to make a really huge mistake. She called her supervisor and was taking a sick day turning off her computer and shutting the door behind her she left work. Sitting in her car with the motor running she looked in the mirror. There was no turning back now, determined to see it through she drove to the station.

Miku after a good cry. Sat there looking up at the ceiling thinking what a spectacle she had just made. Obviously her friend since high school wasnt going to go for the stuffed shirt office type. She was a free spirit sure but to home wrecker? No, she had so many suiters and that one host bar she loved, there was simply no way. Getting up she walked over to Mitzukis office to see the door was closed so she knocked softly. "Mitzuki.."

"She is gone for the day." It was their boss. "She said she felt sick." He was in his late fifties and balding. A man that loved food and was the first to suggest pot lucks to help build teams, morale, really anything could be solved with food if he had anything to say about it.

Miku smiled and gave a polite bow before she waited for him to walk off. "That bitch." She couldnt leave work. If she did then Aki would think she was cheating and she wasnt going to be the one to make the first move. Yet her anger grew at the so called friend sneaking out like this. Pulling out her phone she sent a text, "Have fun with that slut. Dont bother coming home tonight. I'm going out." She felt a little trapped, Miku needed to let off some steam, she needed groceries. Let him worry about what she was doing if he even cared! Thoughts of her husband and her best friend consumed her thoughts for the entire day. She did very little work instead trying her best to block out the images of her husband and best friend with the boy at the grocery store. She would wear something innocent yet maybe a little naughty. Inside her chest hurt a little, a tear left the corner of her eye. Was it really over?

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The day was almost over. Aki looked at the clock as he typed another email reply, it was only 332pm. Checking his phone to see the texts, they made him feel so defeated like nothing they shared matteered anymore, the company man slumped in his chair. If her best friend failed it was going to be another long fight. He saw the text from his wife. Shaking his head he spoke softly to the phone to not be over heard by the office staff "mitzuki..." He got the feeling she made it even worse then her text made mention. There was a knock at the door frame. As he glanced up from his phone Yuki stood there. Her hair still down and her wet gloss lipstick really not helping him focus. He looked at the computer screen as she talked.

"Mr. Hanzo, Sir here is the folder you asked for." She stepped into his office it smelled like coffee and cologne. She couldnt help but wonder if he ever had his wife over after work? Maybe on this very desk. Her face blushed a little. She leaned over the desk and gave him the folder as close as the desk would let her.

He took the folder placing it in the tray on his desk without looking up. "Thank you."

She pressed her moment. "Mr. Hanzo I am very sorry again for what happened this morning before lunch I ..."

"Thank you." He typed a little faster, never looking up.

Yuki just nodded and left the office not bothering to glance at her counterpart. She wasnt making any points today. Sitting in her chair she crossed her arms under her chest and pouted for a moment. Secretly she liked the challenge a boss had never held out for this long and it was a little thrilling.

By 6pm Yuki came back with another knock at the door frame to his office. "Mr. Hanzo. A woman is here to see you, she said her name is Miku..."

He looked up, his face a little surprised. She was not suppose to come to his job. Now he had to make sure no rumors got out. But would she really come to his job? Why? He straitened his hair and sat up in his chair trying to not look as tired as he felt around this time. "I'll see her."

As Yuki stepped back a woman walked into his office she looked young with short hair and a blouse shirt with a pencil skirt. Her charcoal stockings covered her legs and he work flats were simple and black. "Hi husband." Mitzumi smirked. She shut the office door, before closing the blinds to the inner office.

He raised an eyebrow. This was not a good time. Though if they knew a woman not his wife came to his office during work and now closed the blinds, well if he wasnt divorced tomorrow he might as well jump out the window now. In a quiet tone. "What are you doing here?"

She held up a hand. "I really messed up. Miku isnt thinking right she actually gave me permission to come. I'm not sure what to do. She said I should 'try'."

"And you thought coming here was a good move? Now I am falling behind at work and a woman who said was my wife is in my office." He made the motions for seppuku.

She smirked. "It's bad I know, but I dont know what else to do. I had no idea she was getting so lonely. Now she thinks we have been doing things behind her back. I cant tell how serious she was but it was not a joke. She is really gone. I cant find a way to reason with her."

There was a knock at the door. They looked at each other. Hanzo got up and opened the door wide to let them see there was nothing strange going on in his office. "Yes?"

"I am done with the daily tasks. I think Mrs. Ejin is also done for the day." She stood there looking up at him. Glancing at his wife. She was a little cutie. About the same body type as Misuki was. She was sitting so proper in the chair, her clothes still unwrinkled. It made her blush a little to know he liked the slender figure more than the fat sacks Yuki had.

Aki was at a cross roads but they actually thought she was his wife. Maybe her boldness would cool them off of their advances? He gave a polite bow. "good work today. I thank you for your efforts to the company and myself. Go home safely. I'll see you tomorrow." He watched them return the bow and gather their things before he closed the door.

Returning to his own chair. "I dont know what to do. I cant leave because I have to get out these emails and still have a phone call with a distribution center. He picked up the phone and dialed the number. AS he called Mitzuki did the unthinkable and took a picture of him on the phone sending it to Miku. "Look whos not cheating."

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Miku was at home getting changed into a sapphire blue spring dress and white sneakers wearing a push up lace bra. Miku looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked very cute. The dress hand a deep square front cut that showed everything so innocently. Grabbing her bags she stepped out with the mini white umbrella.

At the grocery store she looked at the fruit before looking around for her Haru. When her eyes found him she waited casting side glances. The second he looked her way she leaned over and started picking up a eggplant feigning interest. It made her chest fill with butterflies to know he was blushing because of her. This feeling was just too gratifying. She slowly walked over to him enjoying the nervous blush he had. "Excuse me could you tell me if this is a good one?" Her voice submissively sweet.

Haru was nervous the owner was out for the day. He smiled politely at the older woman. He saw the ring and coughed, "This is a good one." He tried not to look, he looked anyway.

After nearly an hour of shameless flirting and watching the different shades of red her Haru turned she gathered her fruits and paid for them at the cashier station. Even on the short walk home she felt others finding her dress attractive. It made her feel so vibrant and alive. At home she placed the fruits on the kitchen counter and then collapsed on the sofa relishing her adventure! Her cell vibrated, she took it out to see who it was. "Mitzuki..." Miku saw the text which triggered an eye roll as she opened the attachment. She sat up like a woman possessed. It was a picture of her husband on her friends phone!!! She was there with her husband at work?!

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