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Thread: If you could live

Considering you chose the life of a superhero, I'm going to assume that we're throwing realism right out the window. In that case, I just wouldn't live in this world anymore. I'd leave this all behind in favor of living in one of three universe. The world of Naruto would be my first choice. Never a dull moment around them parts and if we're throwing consequences out the window then I can only assume that my narutoverse persona would have plot armor for the bloodbath that was Shippuden. My second choice would be to live in some form of zombie apocalypse. I was raised in the backwoods out in the middle of nowhere. I know how to hunt and how to grow my own food. I know how to can and how to pickle vegetables, how to navigate the world around me, and what plants in my area that are safe to eat and which ones are not. I can reload my own firearm ammunition and have access to three different reloading stations within my immediate family. I'm a licensed electrician, a volunteer firefightermedical first responder, and I have basic fix-it skills for most other trades that you might find in construction setting. I'm armed with the knowledge and tools to survive a dystopian world. I would be fun. My third choice would be the anime Yu Yu Hakusho. Being a spirit detective would just be awesome. If we're talking more realistic type settings then I'd be a professional firefighter. I love what I do as a volunteer, but some of the things that you see... They're not good. The first time that you're the first one on scene for a bad car accident changes you. I'm not sure how much truth there is to the claim, but I have heard that rescue personnel have the highest suicide rate nationwide and I can certainly understand why with some of the things you see and the emotional weight of having someone die in your arms. Being a volunteer means that I can just turn my dispatch radio off for a few days after a bad call, but when you're a professional, you don't have that choice. You could not pay me enough to make a career out of what I do for volunteer work. In this scenario, however, there are no consequences. To me, that means no emotional burden. If that's the case, I would love to be a full-time firefighter or EMT. I love to help people, but there's only so much one person can take and I'm not strong enough to shoulder a full-time rescue job without this imaginary shield of fuck it all.
Thread: If you could live

batman and punisher are regular humans no powers just the ideas that both carry are extreme, I haven't decided which I prefer. They can also both be real, although not for a long time. Again this is if there was no law holding you back and you already had enough money to make it happen. I'm not looking for a fictional response such as superman or a demon. Firefighter that's awesome. I know it's hard and thank you for the work that you do, I can't imagine what the burden on that is for your volunteer work, but I do appreciate it.
Thread: If you could live

No consequences? But realistic? Okay, I would do exactly what I do now but I'd be an asshole sometimes. Like, money wasn't an issue, I'd be the same polite and service-geared cashier I already am but I'd let loose occasionally and say what I really thought. We don't get a lot of rude or inconsolable people but there's always that one that just decides to abuse you for whatever fucking reason. That one person who won't be happy no matter what. Hypothetical guy comes in wanting bananas and organic tomatoes. I weigh them and it comes out to 6.57 total, because of the organic 3.99lb. on the tomatoes. He starts to say No, that's not what the sign says! So, I, empowered by the competitive service industry to give him the confused price because it's under 10, start to offer to fix it for him, amidst him shaking his head and ranting as he walks towards the door, exclaiming how insane the price is. Shouting, I might have gotten it wrong! to him, he stops 5 feet away and shouts obstinately, THIS STORE NEEDS TO CLOSE! while gesticulating irately. No consequences? I'd throw the tomatoes at him and glibly say Get out. We're closing. Justified? Hell no. Helpful? Fuck no. Which is why, if I had the means to live however I want andor not have the threat of being fired, I'd be a little bit of an asshole. Small dreams. Also, I'd occasionally play dance music on the store sound systems and break into elaborate choreographed dance numbers on my register belt, lip synching to Gaga or Nicki Minaj or whatever because in my dream fantasy that's a cool thing to do.
Thread: If you could live

Without any consequences? That's crazy talk. I'd rather not live...
Thread: If you could live

Probably herding reindeer in Finland, for seriously. This is the one thing I'm tempted to try doing in real life. But basically, if I could live in the wilds, build my own place, etc, without worrying about the government coming along and trying to interfere with my lifestyle or chosen territory, yeah, that'd be cool. If I had billions of dollars and no fear of consequences, I dunno, I might host parties and hunt rapists, but any such plan would probably end with me, some reindeer, and Finland anyway.
Thread: If you could live

'Without consequence' is pretty potent. Perhaps I'd explore the deep seas of the Sun
Thread: If you could live

Trygon said 'Without consequence' is pretty potent. Perhaps I'd explore the deep seas of the Sun Click to expand... Like the heat-laser bread knife, toast it while you slice it tan it while you swim it. I know, I know, 'free of consequence' but that was the first thing I thought of. How much consequence though? Eh, don't wear anything while doing it to avoid unsightly tan lines.
Thread: If you could live

I would love to build a fief, complete with castle, surrounding village, and market square, based on the Renaissance era, but with hidden modern amenities, such as restrooms that look like outhouses, but actually have flushing toilets disguised as holes in wooden seats and sinks that have running water, but look like water pumps, as well as kitchens with stoves and fridges hidden in the decor. It would be called Stoneleigh Castle. Once it was built, I would hire people to live and work in the village as well as servants for the castle and then I would live there as the Duchess of Stoneleigh. I would have the entire townmarket area open for business on the weekends as a kind of long running Ren Faire, but I would also have it available for people to stay there, as a vacation spot. There would be different 'levels' for the vacations, such as peasant living in one of the houses down in the village, like a basic cabin-type hotel room, but you would need to take advantage of the inns and market food stalls, merchant living in a larger, more elegant cabin in the village, which would include a kitchen for making your own food, and lordlady where you get rooms in the castle, which would include room service from the kitchen there. Each package would include appropriate clothing for each day of your stay available in the closets of your home or room, so you could dress the part if you wanted to but it wouldn't be required, and a weekly banquet with several courses of food and live entertainment would take place in the castle, which would be included in your package if you were there on that evening.
Thread: Game Over (RoleplayMaster x OfTheFireFlysX)

This is a roleplay about Harley Quinn finding a new boss after being kicked out by the Joker. She finds a young member of her crew to take over, teaching him the ins and outs of crime and the benefits of being in a relationship with her. The roleplay will include crossovers with DC, as well as featuring celebrities too. Some male heroes and villains may also be genderbent into a female. The main characters in this are Harley Quinn, and my OC, Curtis Smith. The title of the thread is 'Game Over' because the identity that is eventually created for him will be Video Game related.
Thread: Game Over (RoleplayMaster x OfTheFireFlysX)

Curtis stood in a small-ish group of thugs, looking up at Harley Quinn. He was 18, and had been a part of this group for three years. He never wanted to be here, as his father had gotten in a crowd of very bad people. As punishment, they took his 'pathetic' son away from him, and would return him once his father paid the money. Unfortunately, his father never made that payment, so here he was, three years later. Thankfully he avoided doing anything that would get him in trouble, instead doing things like clean-up and the like... the less enjoyable jobs that no one else wanted to do. Harley Quinn was an odd woman to him. On one hand, she seemed completely and utterly nuts. In his opinion, no one should listen to what she said or notice what she did. She managed it though, and had a crowd of completely loyal men at her beck and call. On the other hand, he could help but admire her, as she could be quite kind in private. Curtis had been a shy young boy who was scared, and she was the only person to actually give a crap and look after him. Now, by look after, it was nothing special, but it definitely helped. That was why he was here with everyone else, instead of with the Joker, or dead in a ditch. To his shock, he was called forth by the woman herself. He had never been called forward before, and frankly, didn't want to. Shakily, the young man made his way to the front and was asked if he wanted to please a girl. His palms were sweaty and he gave a small bow. As he did this, he couldn't help but stare at the almost-dead man on the ground in front of him. Of course, Miss Quinn. I shall please you in whatever way you ask. You say the word, and it will be done He said obediently. He had no clue how to use his initiative to please her. Did she want him to kill the man in front of him? Please her sexually? Please her romantically? Say something that she wanted to hear? Most of those options were things he was not prepared to do.
Thread: Game Over (RoleplayMaster x OfTheFireFlysX)

Harley stood, watching the young man approach her, her smile still on the verge of splitting her cheeks. Do I really have to spell it out for ya'! Harley yelled, throwing the hammer down into the goon, making him either catch it or get two crushed feet. This was not normally the Clown Princesses way of working, but seeing the man at the back made he realize that she needs to show some interactiveness with her fellow goon's, or they might turn on her like the did with the Joker and so many before. Plus, Harley really did not fancy a whole small army of men just turning on her. If you don't do what I want you to right now, there gon' be trouble mistah! Harley handed the back a warning I guess you could say, but she never had any intention of hurting the man, in fact her goals were the complete opposite it appeared. Watching the man hold the weapon that herself only uses, and never let anybody touch it began to make her a bit tingly. She felt a shiver through her legs and began to wobble for a moment before regaining her balance. Licking her lip's, Harley jumped down from the crate and rolled on landing, ending up sitting on her fine round tush beside the man she almost killed. Fine, I'll spell it out for ya', kill this man! Harley yelled, using one hand to slightly push herself up of the floor in doing so. If you do it to my liking, you shall get a reward, heck', all of you shall get a reward! She exclaims, sitting herself back down and hearing a thunderous roar from the crowd, reaching into her pocket and chucking yet more glitter over them. Harley leans onto one hand, open palm curved around her cheek and let out a sigh, keeping eyes focused on the sick fuck infront of her. New guy, sexy guy, shy guy, once you done this shit, think of a new name for our group too. We won't be bad, we just want power, and you gotta' reflect that in the group name, or that reward, tis' gone!
Thread: Game Over (RoleplayMaster x OfTheFireFlysX)

Oof The young boy groaned softly, catching the hammer and fumbling it a little bit. The fact that no one but her touches this hammer was completely lost on him, not being observant enough to notice. Everyone behind him was dead silent though, so something must have happened. Why did he have the hammer anyway? Was she going to grab it and hit him with it? That thought alone was making him nervous. As if she knew what he was thinking and wanting to make it worse, she got down from his crate. His nervous thoughts were put to rest though, when she told him that she wanted him to kill this man in front of him. His breath hitched a little, unable to breathe. This was exactly the thing he didn't want to do, and managed to escape from for three years. But since he was 18 and finally 'a man', he supposed he had to face the music of his situation, and comply. Grabbing the handles of the hammer, he flexed his fingers and held it tightly. The hammer was then swung over his head, and hit the dying man's skull with a satisfying crack. When the hammer was removed, it didn't even resemble a head any more, what it looked like, was indescribable. The hammer was coated in Mister James's blood, as were Harley and Curtis' shoes. Trying to hide his disgust, he listened to Harley's new request. A light tinge of pink came to his cheeks as he was called sexy, having a bit of low self-esteem for his looks despite his attractive appearance. A new name? One that reflected power, and not being bad? Uh.. How about.. How about 'Gotham's Saviours'? He suggested weakly, unsure if she'd like that. The name reflected that they would save Gotham from the hell that it was today, and they would need a lot of power to do such a thing.
Thread: Game Over (RoleplayMaster x OfTheFireFlysX)

Standing up, Harley swung one hand up to her face and smeared the blood across her face, giving her usual white face paint a new twist, and knowing how Harley rarely washes, the assumption was that she has discovered a slightly new look. Walking over to the man who just killed the target of Harley, she now grabbed this nervous wreck by his collars, but this time, pulled herself toward him. Once face to face, Harley heard his opinion of a name for her group, listening to him as she took off his glasses, leaving one hand on the collar and put the other on her shoulder after putting his glasses on herself. Meh, I would something that says, 'We Are The Cruel Hand That Delivers What Criminals Deserve But We Ourselves Are Criminals And We Are Kinda' Bad For Doing Want We Are Doing Even Though It's For The Greater Goodd! After saying that whole thing with no pauses, Harley takes in a deep breath and carries on after regaining herself. Just shortened down y'know, because people would not say that every time they mention us!. Oh! How about a anagram, so we are W.A.T.C.H.D.W.C.D.B.W.O.A.C.A.W.A.K.B.F.D.W.W.A.D.E.T.I.F.T.G.G... After reviewing what she just said, she smirks at the man and let's out a little chuckle, placing her forehead on his shoulder, the Princess patting him on the back. Ah fuck, it started off so good, but then went to shit!. Your smart prolly' so you can figure it out later huh! After realizing her anagram was much more confusing than the actual sentence she blurted out, she pushes herself away from the man who she still does not know the name of and begins to stand in front of the group after looking back at her new friend, winking and telling him a statement she's sure he would love to hear. Once you get us a good name... this sweet red lips, around your dick hun'! That should give you something to motivate yourself.
Thread: Game Over (RoleplayMaster x OfTheFireFlysX)

He smiled, feeling amused at her suggestion and the following anagram. His eyesight was a little blurry, but nothing that he couldn't deal with, and she looked pretty cute with the glasses on. Her body was kinda close to his own with her hands going to his collar, shoulder, and back. He wondered if there was blood on him, but frankly that was one of the thoughts on the back of his mind right now. The boy blushed deeply as she told him that she would suck his dick when he came up with a good name. His cock hardened a little just at the thought, but it was moving a little fast. After all, he never had much luck with girls due to being shy. He was going from no experience straight to a blowjob. Now that, was progress. Well, working off your uh.. long name.. how about the 'Cruel Hand of Justice'? He offered. It shows that our group is bringing justice to Gotham by exposing of other criminals, yet we will still be cruel and criminal about it. He hoped that she liked it, mainly due to earning Harley's favour. The blowjob was just a bonus, though a very very nice bonus..
Thread: Game Over (RoleplayMaster x OfTheFireFlysX)

He had begun talking just after she did, and it was too late to stop. It had been only a moment later, but he was accused of interrupting her. Curtis flinched as the fist swung at him, believing it was going to hit him. He was completely taken off guard, however, when it did not touch him. Swallowing deeply, he listened as she considered it, and then made a counter offer for the name. The crowd of criminals liked the name, but it was likely that they were just agreeing with Harley since she was their boss. He was relieved not to be punished, and still somehow rewarded. It wasn't a blowjob, but he had figured the bonus was still just extra favour of Harley's was more precious and long-lasting. He did not speak at all, learning his lesson about interrupting the woman. He listened as they were told to go and get their dicks wet, and soon they were alone. He blushed lightly at being called Sexy Boy, and that he wouldn't be able to wait for his reward. I will take my reward whenever you feel like giving it to me. If you wish to wait for them to all return, you may He said obediently. You honour me by offering such a reward to me in the first place He added. Despite saying he could wait, other parts of his body didn't seem to like this idea. His cock was rock hard and pointing straight out, as if stretching out to be touched by the beautiful jester.
Thread: Game Over (RoleplayMaster x OfTheFireFlysX)

With a dull look on her face, Harley heard the man about his lack of needed her reward right there and then and just simply started right through him, almost mocking him for his shyness. You kind of get the feeling that if this was someone else, a more confident goon, Harley would essentially just start doing it, but then again, she never had the choice of rewarding goon's before since it always The Joker handing out the rewards, usually in the form in some alone time with Harley, with or without her approval. Though the rewarded men were no around long after their experience with her since she really didn't take to kindly to what she was made to do by some of the men. You done hun? Harley asks after the man stops and once more takes the pose of her fist on her hip, tilting her head, her luscious blonde hair just falling to the side since she wasn't wearing her usual hairdo. She throws a hand behind herself to point at the man that was just murdered rightfully and then makes a frown at the man she knows as 'Sexi Boy' for now. You just killed someone hun', now grow them ball's even bigger and start demanding things! She yelled at him, almost like a teacher telling off a student for being naughty in class, or not doing his work. Harley takes a few small steps forward toward him, placing one hand on the man's shoulder, looking him directly in the eyes, the other landing on the mans tent he began to poke out at Harley, her hands cupping the bottom of his length. I want you to punch me... then I want you to push you dick into my mouth when I'm done, preferably with a bloody eye or something, you know, to make it look better... Harley makes the shocking request, something to any normal person would be unspeakable, but Harley is not normal, and her goon's do what she say's, so she is near enough leaving 'Sexi Boy' no choice. No jokes... I want you to gain confidence. After, we gon' go get ya' some nice new clothes and a signature weapons, or if you want, 'weapons'. This is not a bad thing to do right, it's what I like, and if you please me Sexi, we are going to get along even better. What you say I take you as my new sideman... there's something about you I like, whether it's the shyness that I can break or that fact your fucking hot!... I don't know
Thread: Game Over (RoleplayMaster x OfTheFireFlysX)

The man sensed that she was annoyed or bored of him so he suddenly shut up, hearing her ask if he was done. He gave a small nod and watched as she approached, a hand going to his shoulder, as well as his tent. Her hands were very gentle, and not like he had expected from her. Of course, the yelling with her head very close to his own was something he did expect. She told him to punch him, and his shock was clear. P-Punch you? He repeated softly when she paused, so he did not interrupt her again. I would love to become your sideman. It'll be fun He chose that wording instead of saying it was an honour, as she hadn't reacted well when he told her how much of an honour it was to work for her. Since she asked for it, and he wanted to obey, he began to think about all the shitty things in his life. How his father made sure he was here, and he couldn't leave. How he was constantly pushed around by the older men, laughed at and abused in both physical and verbal forms. All of a sudden, his fist made contact with her face, hitting her in the left eye. Instantly he felt guilty, yet he followed through with her demands, which was to force his cock inside her mouth. Taking a deep breath, he put a hand on her shoulder and lifted his foot, bringing it down on the back of her knee so she was forced to the ground. With one hand still on her shoulder, he used the other to drop his pants. His cock was a marvellous tool, and one of the largest for someone even twice his age. This was extremely nervewracking for him, but he still continued. He pulled her chin down, making her mouth open for him while he slid inside. The warm wetness of her mouth was driving him crazy, and it took a lot of effort for the virgin to not just cum straight away. The ability to do this to such a beautiful woman did not come often, so he would need to make it last. Curtis' hand moved to the back of Harley's head, and he slowly began pulling it closer, pulling back, and repeating that motion. On every thrust, he put a bit more of his cock inside her, not rushing her yet. He could feel his climax already building so he got a little rougher. Instead of moving her head, he decided to begin to thrust inside her throat. His hairy balls began to lightly slap her chin as he thrust. You want me to make some demands? Okay. Um.. Play with your.. your breasts He requested. He watched her, her left eye already bruising up and bleeding a little, and somehow that sight turned him on.