// the panic I feel whenever I'm reading an angsty fanfic and suddenly seeing the authors note "I'm sorry" before the next chapter is unreal…
You've already torn my heart to pieces, but you're just now sorry for what's to come!?
Meaning whatever is coming now is somehow worse???
// the way someone can describe the most sexual, horny, bdsm-ish scene they can come up with in full detail, and I won't react at all, but then someone mentions that they held hands and suddenly I'm a squealing blushing tomato...
// I really want to rp something, but I don't want it to be romantic or sexual.
So if anyone's got any idea for a platonic plot, or even one where our muses are enemies and don't end up as friends. I'm not that good at writing starters, but I'll write if you have an idea for it.
@RaeRps_AllSides Patton couldn't help but smile shyly, the blush slowly growing on his cheeks as he tried to think of something to say as a response. Or just anything to do that wouldn't leave Patton sitting there like a statue, which ended with Patton just sitting there like a statue, thinking.
@RaeRps_AllSides Pattons cheeks were already a bit red from just talking over the phone, but that soft turned into a warmer and also more visible red at the almost purr. Patton, not really trusting his own voice at the moment, nodded a bit hesitantly instead.
@IHaveNoBrother He didn't look up at Remus, or really at anything. The pain took all his focus away, and so he couldn't think of anything other than different variations of "What is happening?" and "How do I make it stop?"
Patton was a pretty normal person. Well, at least he thought so.
He's a bit short for his age, with bright blue eyes, light brown, curly hair, and lots of freckles. He's usually seen in pastel oversized sweaters. And though he's somewhat introverted and shy, he's usually in a
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@IHaveNoBrother Falling, he had landed on his lower back, luckily not on his tail. And now he was sitting up, his arm around one leg, and the other holding his foot. He had stopped screaming almost the second he'd realized that he was doing it, and just cried instead, trying to be quieter.
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