dark romance soap opera
- Locked due to inactivity on Aug 4, '16 4:16pm
Thread Topic: dark romance soap opera
-
( I just found a really good picture that I think is really good )
-
want to do this selena?
-
Sure.
-
I will continue it this time!!! :)
richard was hidden on the top of the tree trying not to be seen
( by the way, richard looks like that guy in the picture with red mist around him and with red eyes, white hair, and black wings, and that means... HE IS A DARK ANGEL!!! ) -
(OMG he's hot.... well, both the pictures of the guys are... I can't blame Thalia...)
I sighed. I was sure I could see someone. "Hello? Anyone up there?" -
( I dont really like the picture from wolf's rain, he doesn't look like my favorite guy, the other picture is though, I love that guy! like the one with the black wings, I just talked about him )
richard didn't say anything, he was trying to keep his wings hidden, they were black, so they might of showed through the leaves in the trees -
I sighed again and sat down on a log. I was positive someone was up there, or was I losing it?
(Still, that's why I want to be a manga/anime character....) -
(I gotta go.... DX)
-
( ok, you can leave your character the way you want it to be, I regret telling you that your character wasn't right, your character IS right )
richard tried to stay still, but he felt like he just wanted to burst or something, he couldn't control his power anymore, black mist slowly appeared around the area where richard and the strange person was in -
My father was a self relenting self inproving longere' owner from belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchount for buggary. My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Cloe with webbed feet. My father; he would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would acuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaize that only the geneus posses and the insane liment.
My childhood was typical. Summers in rangoon, louge' lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was incolent I was placed in a burlap sack and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.
At the age of 12 I recieved my first scribe. At the age of 14, a russian named Wilma ritualistically shaved my testicals. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum. It really is breath taking. I suggest you try it. -
( ... ok )
-
( uh, barberbob? you either went to the wrong thread, or you are just here for no reason, well would you like to do a soap opera with me? )
-
I'm venting random thought. I'm leaving now.
-
( X growls X you are spamming this soap opera, you better leave )
-
( are you here selena??? )
This thread is locked, therefore no new posts can be made.
