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ObscureInsanity

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Things to be expected here​


1. Subconscious thought; I often find that my best ideas come from strings of rapid and usually nonsensical sentences strewn together whilst listening to classical music.
2. Inspirational Pictures; will not always be pervy (why should they be?)
3. Idea Engine; For the days when my imagination roams freely.
4. Poetry; mood-changes spark my love to divulge into my poetic side.
5. Rants; not usually aimed at anyone, names will not be thrown down, just sweeping generalities about the world or situation that I cannot change.
6. SRP Ramblings: where I throw down ideas on my e-paper and see if they sound decent for an SRP I am currently working on.



Current SRPS
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SRPs In The Works
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SRPS on the Back Burner/Abandoned SRPs ​
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SRP Ramblings with Pictures

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Today's Topic Is:
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VAMPIRES


What comes to mind when hear the word vampire?

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Hopefully you're not thinking sparkles... vampires don't sparkle... they burst into flame in sunlight, unless they're a day walker... and even so--they'd have to be careful; wear some SPF 1000, maybe a thick leather jacket in the heat of the summer to protect their (un)naturally pale complexion... and then there are the half vampires like Blade and Bloodrayne that go about their lives killing the half of themselves that they loathe the most...

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My idea of Vampires is quite different... until quite recently I was thinking vampires were very similar to Louis from Interview with a Vampire... You know the sort? Tortured souls, so wishing that they would have chosen death over a life of the damned. Men and women with impeccable taste in the fine things in life, who have seen the terror humans put on themselves. The vampires that feel compelled to mourn the loss of their first victims after living a few hundred years and the blood lust had worn off. The sort of vampires that were willing to tell you all they knew and how to learn from it. Wise creatures, Vampires, some so wise they could prevent wars, prevent the idiotic plague of unhappiness (heck, in comparison to a human who may live to see 100, are our lives SO bad that we NEED drugs and alcohol to feel okay?)

Well, that was my idea of them... until I started watching TrueBlood.

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Then I started thinking... well, what if they WERE real? What is it about them that is so compelling to me?
Lets be honest here, I was 18 when the first season of TrueBlood started, a bit innocent for my age; okay A LOT innocent for my age... I could still profess to being quite innocent for my age, quite. A lot of the 'evils' of the world were sheltered from me, and are still sheltered from me... I feel like a nun some times, reserved, quiet, polite, my animalistic side never shows unless I'm supremely angry and even then I have this unconscious fear that if I was to ever strike, that it would be a fatal blow, and fatalities end up being a big deal, people go to jail, and then all the people who depend on me will never see me again; or will in 25 years (if I'm lucky). So no, no I couldn't possibly let myself go; I couldn't even possibly let myself go romantically, I don't think. There's too much at stake, I mean sure, who would ever know that I'm on this website writing dirty things with strangers? No one, hopefully, and that's sort of a sad way to live: giving into the whims of your fantasies through closed doors, with black curtains drew; whispering about it will never make one feel alive... right?

I think that's what draws me to them, the ideas of Vampires... Vampires can embrace their enhanced natural instincts... If its sex they want, they can seduce even the most reserved of people, bind them in their spell, take them home and ravish them. The idea of being seduced is exciting to me... being caught off guard by a handsome so-and-so, getting taken back to his place with no true reason why I'm going--not worrying about 'well, he could have aids, this is dangerous' not caring if he's going to kill me after he's done using my body for his on pleasure: which would result in my pleasure... I do love being used... And then there is the idea of that vampire drinking my blood... the life force of a human being, to ingest it, to take something personal from me and harboring it into your own body never to give it back to me... that is so sensual... Or perhaps I'm just a freak (Which could be?)

Yes, and then, if you get to know that vampire (lets say if they don't chomp your freaking jugular out), you find out that the vampire you're with is several centuries old, he had a many good lays, lets say. He's angry at the world... why you ask? Well, because another so-and-so vampire killed his father and he has been extracting revenge...

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Yes, I suppose the visage of Eric Northman is my dream vampire--if there were such a thing. While he has so much rage and hatred inside of him he can still show humility, he can still cry. He's not a sparkling mother-effer with really gross nipples, nay, he's tall, he's firm, muscular, he's got golden hair, light eyes, even though he's dead he still has color to his face, a very handsome, well-shaped, angular face that only northern Europeans possess. He has respect for his maker, and while he isn't thrilled with other people of authority (mmm, bad boys make my toes curl...), he has an enormously vast heart and is willing to take a bullet for someone he cares about, his own creation, or someone he has come to believe is a friend... That would be the ideal vampire... that would be the ideal man.

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And being who I am inside in relation to such a creature would be an IDEAL Vampire SRP. Where would it go? How could it be done? It's intoxicating to think about... someone teaching me how to love, how to be loved, how to feel the pleasure of all things natural... yes, that would be the ideal....

 
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Keifer still does it for me, despite the silly blonde hair.

Speaking of silly blonde hair,

I always liked the fallibility of Spike's character.
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'twas brilliant hair for the era that it was shot: I really like his whole bad boy leader of the band thing too. Believe it or not, the Lost Boys was the first vampire movie i watched as a teen. It was a great movie, very unfortunate what happens to Keifer in the end, though, dont you think?

There is something amazing about James Marsters's face... I like the angles and the sullenness, i think. It screams vampire... and i agree with you; there's something admirable about the imperfection of spikes character.
 
Idea Engine



An oppressed young woman walks into a bar. She’s dressed to kill but despite her better efforts no one was paying attention to her.
That’s when he comes in. She’s not one for one night stands, but she allows him to seduce her, over willing, really. But the man in question doesn’t seem to mind her sheep-like demeanor, maybe even thinking her cute.
He takes her home with him, after maybe three or four martinis. She’s secretly afraid of this moment, but allows it to come. She doesn’t even know the name of this man. The drive is long and silent, perhaps uncomfortably so. When they get to his place he opens the door for her, he leads her to his bedroom. It looks like he had this planned, there are flower petals on the bed, chocolate covered strawberries, bottles of wine that have been chilling. He takes off her coat slowly and turns her around, looking deep into her eyes, running his hands slowly down either side of her shoulders down to her hands, he kisses both of them very gentleman like.

“Tell me,” he says. “How do you want your first time?”

 
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fuckmeat said:
Keifer still does it for me, despite the silly blonde hair.
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Lost boys for the win, I'm sure there's a srp in that story somewhere .....


ObscureInsanity said:
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Yes thanks ...... some of 1, with a dash of 2 and more than a sprinkling of 3 please .......
 
SoulWeaver said:
Lost boys for the win, I'm sure there's a srp in that story somewhere .....

Yes thanks ...... some of 1, with a dash of 2 and more than a sprinkling of 3 please .......
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:D ooo there probably is plenty of SRP in that story, yes, indeed!

Lol! Lovely Ladies made to order... ;)
 
.... Suddenly... a Song Appears!



A last fire will rise behind those eyes
Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie
Immortal fear, that voice so clear
Through broken walls, that scream I hear

Cry, little sister - Thou shall not fall
Come to your brother - Thou shall not die
Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear
Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill

Blue masquerade, strangers look on
When will they learn this loneliness?
Temptation heat beats like a drum
Deep in your veins, I will not lie

Little sister - Thou shall not fall
Come to your brother - Thou shall not die
Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear
Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill

My Shangri-Las
I can't forget
Why you were mine
I need you now

Cry, little sister - Thou shall not fall
Come to your brother - Thou shall not die
Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear
Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill

 
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Original Poetry

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Resistance No More ​


Forgotten memories
Primitive needs
Inexperience fostered
Lusty passion
Into the anticipating silence
Releasing our innermost longing

I crave thee
To touch my flesh
To taste my being
To treasure my soul
I crave thee
Like no other craves
The salt of the earth
The embrace of a man

Lips to lips
The trumpets
Flesh to flesh
The rapture
To raise up from this death
To assume the life in you

I crave thee
for souls turning
for bodies burning
for emotions yearning
I crave thee
Like no other craves
The salt of the earth
The embrace of a man.

Within me
An answer
Insecurities elapse
Wanting you
Exactly as you are.
Here and now: nirvana achieved

I crave thee
To claim me
To complete me
To consume me
I crave thee
Like no other craves
The salt of the earth
The embrace of a man.

 
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Idea Engine

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What would it take to touch you?
Will I have to change myself for you to see me?
Am I even on the same plane as you?

A young woman finds herself hopelessly in love with a man out of her league, not just because he's probably the most handsome individual walking the face of the earth, but because of everything that he's able to expose of himself: hardships, triumphs, humility. Everything she's ever wanted... in this man...
This man... who's 20 years her senior.
This man... who's in another state.
This man... who's famous.

How will it work? Will she ever get to touch him?
Will he love her the way she deserves to be loved?
Or... is she so blinded by her idealistic 'perfect man' that she cannot see that her actual soul mate is within arms length?
Is she already loved the way she needs to be, but too blind to see the man who's stood in her shadows all these long years longing to hold her...?
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Original Poetry

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Insecurities


If I touch you, will you touch me?
Force my body into ecstasy?
Will you feed my fire with your touch?
Or have I gone and said too much?

Will you look me in the eye,
Will you hold me when I cry?
Will you love me when I'm grey
Will you swear we'll be okay?

If I give you my little heart
Will you keep it or tear it apart?
Can I trust that look in your eyes
Is it real? Or is it lies?

I'm scared to give you all of me
I'm scared this is all it'll ever be.
I want you more than anything
Will you lead my soul to sing?

Or will you foster this lusty flame
And use me up, abuse my name.
Will I be just your little doll
Or will you give me your all?

Every day I want you more
Honestly, it chills me to the core
That something like this could come to pass
The whispered words, the sounds of romance

But will you be here when I awake?
If I prepare my body for you to take?
Or will you be just like the rest?
I'm too scared to put you to the test....

So I'll keep batting my shy eyes
And let your ideas romanticize.
My confidence is wearing thin
In this world I've never been.

Please don't play with me, unless you need
To keep me for love and not for greed
And I'll be the same as I was yesterday
Just promise me; promise, we'll be okay.


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Very well-written poem. The 'he' you speak of is certainly a lucky fellow to have such emotion focused upon him.
 
fr33ks33k said:
Very well-written poem. The 'he' you speak of is certainly a lucky fellow to have such emotion focused upon him.
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Thank you very much for the compliment. :)

I can only hope he knows he means that much to me.
 
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Idea Engine



I want us to pretend we're strangers...

I want to go to the mall without knowing when or where you will show up.
I'll go looking for clothing, probably at one of the larger department stores (why not?)
So you have three choices of where to find me... it'll make it easier for you.

I'll go to a store and look around the jewelry counter first, just wishing I had the money to spend, then I'll slowly make my way around the clothes.

Lets say by a stroke of luck you've found me first try... You'll bump into me, rather hard, as you're going towards the exit. Of course, you wont exit, you'll linger, nearby, watching where I go. I'll look at the jeans, I'll look at the shirts, I'll look at the lingerie. I'll spend too much time in the corset section, trying to find one my size; I might catch a glimpse of you catching a glimpse of me. I'll feel uncomfortable then: like I have a stalker.

I'll go a convoluted way to the dressing rooms; I'll check over my shoulder several times to make sure you're not there. When I get to the dressing room I'll look behind me one more time before vanishing behind the wall, I'll probably take the largest dressing room.

My heart will be racing, I'll be afraid to even take off my clothes. I'll wait exactly five minutes before settling down, then I'll laugh at myself for being so paranoid.

I'll kick off my Sandals first, and unbutton my blouse, pulling it off gently and folding it in my very anal perfectionist way; I'll wipe off the chair that's in the dressing room with my hand before I set my shirt down. Then I'll slowly take off my pants. Of course, unbeknownst to me, the dressing room door that I had forgotten to close in all my paranoia and fear will slowly be cracked open. Your eyes will devour me, you'll wedge yourself a little more into the dressing room. By this time I'm trying on a pair of jeans.

They fit nicely. I'll be staring in the mirror admiring my bum in them, smiling a little and wiggling my hips around. I'll throw on one of the cute a-line shirts I want: red, the color that looks best on me. I suck in my stomach and stick my chest out, wiping the wrinkles of the fabric down my torso.

You'll be almost half way into the dressing room. I will be so pleased with myself that I found something that fit that I wouldn't even notice; and your not making noise will only make me oblivious for moments longer.

I'll take off that shirt and fold it neatly on top of the shirt I came in here with, then I'll take off the jeans, being gentle not to mess up the bottom hem, bending down low to protect what will soon be purchased. As I come up you'll be completely in the dressing room, in plain sight. I'll stare in the mirror at you for a moment before taking the jeans in my hand and throwing them at you, trying to obstruct your movement towards me. You won't even wince, the jeans will fall and you'll have me up against the mirror, one hand on my throat, the other over my mouth.

I'll try and fight you off of me, but you'll quickly take your hand from my throat and force my wrists above my head, keeping them stable. I'll result in trying to kick at you, but you'll force your body against mine, running your hands up my body. I'll start crying then; you'll forcibly turn me around, the front of my body will be against the cold glass of the mirror. The best you can you'll start pulling off my panties as far as they can go without letting my arms go, this may result in me bending backward slightly so you can get them at least down to my knees. You'll use your shoe to force them down the rest of the way.

I'll probably clench my legs together in protest, tears falling, trying to wriggle out of your grasp. You'll have a knife on you; of course, it wont be used mortally, but you'll poke me in the back with it, upwards towards my ribs, just enough for me to know you have a weapon. My fighting back will slow, my heart will be racing; at this point it becomes real, at this point I'm probably actually starting to get afraid.

"You'll be wise to do as you're told..." you'll whisper to me fiercely: lust dripping from your voice. "If you want to see tomorrow... now are you going to start screaming if I let you go?" you'll prod me with the knife again, dull side against skin, but the effect will make me shiver and I'll shake my head.

"Take off your bra." you'll demand. I'll hesitate and you'll cut it off of me, slam me against the wall, hand on my throat. "I said you'll do as your told."

I'll tear up again. I'll mouth a sorry, you'll flip me around again.

"Now... Spread for me..." you'll say.

I wont know what you mean, I'll look at you, confused, scared.

"Towards the mirror!" you'll whisper fiercely. "Spread yourself in front of the mirror."

Tears will be blurring my eyes. Despite this being staged I'll feel very uncomfortable: you know I do not like the mirror, you know I do not like looking at myself. I'll wonder what you're playing at, the tears that are falling now are real. Why would you make me do this? Why are you trying to humiliate me?

"Now!" you'll whisper sharply, you'll pull my hair for effect, and you'll pull my hair hard. You're into your character now, there isn't any sensitivity left in your eyes. I'll do as I'm told, I'll spread my womanhood. I'll whimper and cry, and look away after a few seconds. My cheeks will be red, I'll be so embarrassed.

You'll chuckle coldly, grasp my neck from behind me with one hand, flick your knife back into your pocket with the other, then you'll run your free hand down my stomach, lower, in-between. Your fingers will press against a familiar protrusion of nerve endings. You'll strum it gently, making my body lurch and tremble.

"You like this don't you..." you'll mock. I'll wriggle and try to get away from you, you'll apply pressure to my neck until I can hardly breathe. "Don't fight me." you'll sneer, letting go of your grip. I'll gasp and pant for air, my tears will be flowing once again. "Look at yourself... how compromising..." you'll mock. I won't look, you'll force my head to look. My bottom lip will quiver, I'll feel disgusting, I'll feel out of my comfort zone again.

"And you're wet... you ARE enjoying this." you'll deride.

"S-stop..." I'll cry. You'll grip my throat again.

"Did I say you can speak?" you'll growl. I'll shake my head and sniffle.

Then, you'll violently bend me over. My first attempt to save my fall is to slam my hands against the wall. You'll kick my legs open wider in this instant, so that I cannot quickly recover. You'll unzip your pants, pull them down with one hand while applying a firm force on my lower back. I'll wriggle, try to push myself back to a vertical position, one where I can still get out of it. As you bend down to take off your pants and boxers I'll try and make a break for it, standing up quickly, trying to catch my bearings. You'll quickly overcome me, and not only will you shove me back down, you'll do it in such a force that you'll make my knees buckle. Once I'm on my knees you'll push me farther. My face will probably be against the mirror. I'll try and push myself away with one of my arms, but you'll have your hand still at the back of my head. You'll grab my hair, you'll pull it. My neck will be craned backward in an uncomfortable position. I'll whimper and look up at you. You'll smile wickedly at me, kneeling yourself, you'll spread my legs again, push my head forward. I'll catch my fall this time, not allowing my face to smack up against cold glass.

I'll feel your manhood pressing against me, your hand guiding it down my bum. You'll pull my hair again.

"Are you ready?" you'll sneer. I'll whimper again. "I didn't hear you... are you ready for this you little bitch?"

"Please," I'll whimper. "Don't do it... please..."

You'll force me into submission. You'll deny my pleas. You'll use my body for your own personal satisfaction. I'll cry. I'll struggle. You'll threaten me. You'll take what you need.

Despite all that, I want you to use me. I want you to abuse me. I want you to demean me.

Do it.
Please.
Do it.

 
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Inspirational Pictures


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To the man I affectionately call 'Doll':

Would you mind too terribly doing this to me?:

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Or.... Perhaps... THIS?

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How about this...?

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I'll be waiting for your response, Sir. ;)

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That last one is reminiscent of the story you posted earlier. I vote he does that one to you, followed by the second one. Perhaps the first one if time permits. *chuckle*
 
fr33ks33k said:
That last one is reminiscent of the story you posted earlier. I vote he does that one to you, followed by the second one. Perhaps the first one if time permits. *chuckle*
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Yes, it is, i was so pleased to find it :D

:) I approve of your order, hopefully he will too!
 
Three and two get my vote ...... the steamy desperation works, and yes, they match your story.
 
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