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Thread: Brutality's Requiem { 	Angel.of.Darkness/ Sanoci}

The worldwide economic collapse and the rise of that modern take on the ancient Roman concept of bread and circuses was the result of a cynical political ploy to market violence and death as mass entertainment to distract a restless population from the harsh realities of life in this brave new world an acceptable way to cull the growing numbers of criminals, political troublemakers and other undesirables. It was also an exciting but risk laden shortcut to fame, wealth, and the good life for a girl from rural Japan. Clouds of multicoloured dry ice, flashes of light, and a thunderous rendition of the theme from the film 'Red Cliff' announced her entrance a tiny vision of South-East Asian beauty with long, vivid pink hair and a body to die for clad in calf high boots, faded blue denim shorts and a matching top which tightly constrained her breasts. A Pink and blue silk scarf dangling from the wide leather belt around her waist, the same scarf she had used to garrote two opponents while jacking them off, much to the delight of her fans. Running her hands over her toned, supple body in a blatantly suggestive way as she danced her way to the ring a showgirl strutting her stuff to the delight of her small but vocal band of followers. A practitioner of a unique blend of the dance like capoeira of Brazil and the better known martial arts of the East, which when coupled with her speed and agility had brought her a string of victories against larger, heavier and far stronger opponents who were totally unprepared for her near suicidal aggression and the relentless barrage of slaps, punches and powerful kicks designed to quickly overwhelm said opponent. Using the steps placed there for that purpose she climbed through the ropes into the ring, her diminutive size being emphasized by her partners height, making her look even less threatening. And his partner for tonight's showcase match, with seven wins under her belt is the delightfully entertaining mistress of mayhem from the land of the rising sun. A girl as lethal as the Japanese delicacy she's named after... Give a big welcome to Foo...koo!!! Clearly loving the attention she twirled around, waving to the crowd, well aware that the same people who were cheering her entry to the arena would cheer just as enthusiastically at her defeat and possible demise. The beauty to her partners beast. And no, I didn't get her name wrong, Fuku is an older, alternate name for Fugu still used in some parts of Japan.
Thread: Brutality's Requiem { 	Angel.of.Darkness/ Sanoci}

Bemused by the theatrics of the Japanese dish he seldom saw perform in this arena quite frankly was pleasant. Candidly, the brute did not know much about this newcomer barring her good looks and pondering how well it would look for her to consume his meat for a live audience. A few have accused him of sexism, granted his list of controversial losses did include at least one woman. Stoic through and through to the concerns of those watching, her evident pandering to the crowd was likely the least attracting aspect to her. Still, it was a only volunteers whom subjected themselves to this degree of punishment so a little showboating was no crime. Rings were what he enjoyed much, grabbing the greatest potency for destruction in enclosed facilities like a cage or something like a bar. A broad yawn followed, awaiting for his next meal while a silent gaze at this partner in crime. Offering up the fan service for the crowd or are you my stress relief before I maim both of these degenerates? Shaking the elongated passage to the arena was a lumbering combination of fat, piercings, and some muscle hidden within as the thuggish combatant entered the place to some obscure music, probably modernize rap carrying just a slimmer of talent. Shirtless with mammoth like breast drooping and more intimidation than his partner, dark brown eyes fixated on the Japanese member and decorative piercings like two to the forehead to illustrate some beast or predator at least Silver hoops attached to the nipples and other locales. Skin dark as night and bald like a baby new born with a rugged goatee. Difficulty climbing the ropes, all the crazed warrior knew of the individual was his ridiculous mass granted him an advantage in pinning opponents to the corner or the ground. Assumed to wield some strength behind all the mass or bass as that one pop artist sung many years ago. Introducing the opponents first is the beast himself with a record of Eleven wins, two losses, and a draw. He is the Obsidian Hog!!!!!!!!! Never claimed you had it wrong
Thread: Brutality's Requiem { 	Angel.of.Darkness/ Sanoci}

Only in your dreams. She'd only agreed to fight along side such an animal for the exposure it would get her. If it worked out the whole 'beauty and the beast' thing would greatly increase her popularity and earning potential. It was just a business arrangement. Anything else was unthinkable. She'd seen his type before, a caveman whose idea of foreplay consisted of hitting a girl over the head with his club before dragging her back to his cave. The kind of man who got a hard-on from inflicting serious violence on a girl. Truth be told Cheyenne found that callous, cynical thugs made exciting but unpredictable lovers, she just preferred her thugs to have more than one functioning brain cell. Her face showed no indication of those thoughts as she began a well rehearsed warm up routine intended to show off her body as much as warm up letting her opponents think she was just a silly little girl who was out of her depth was a tactic that had never failed her in the past. Cheyenne watched in interest as their second opponent for the nights show made her way to the ring accompanied by a cacophony of harsh, disjointed sound that would have made any true lover of wish they were stone deaf. Six foot of brute strength who was reputed to have been a one time body builder, her tattooed, oiled body rippling with hard packed muscle without an ounce of excess fat was topped by a head with close cropped blonde hair and a face bearing the scars of past encounters which only a mother, or someone with really bad eyesight could love. Not known for her skill the woman relied on being able to absorb incredible amounts punishment due to a genetic abnormality which meant she felt no pain until she had the opportunity to execute one of her back breaking finishers. Introducing The Crusher, a woman with twelve fights to her name, eight of them against men, and one loss!! I can't say I fancy yours. She flashed her partner a cheeky grin as The Crusher climbed into the ring, but maybe you're into tubs of lard. Still, she was disappointed that she'd been matched against a woman as it was way more fun to beat and then totally humiliate a man.
Thread: Brutality's Requiem { 	Angel.of.Darkness/ Sanoci}

Cute, she can do more than flaunt her body! , never one to mince his words nor demonstrate anything simplistic despite the persona most tended to illustrate him. Darius yearned for entertainment and something would become the instrument behind this indulgent, crazed hues tracing upon the competitors entering the arena. A man whom even abused his own philosophies by over indulging and a woman he would hardly call appetizing as both were huddled by their territory. Unlike the rules of pro wrestling, many found the appeal in some of its tradition but not the generally safe outlook. Here things were not contained and tagging wasn't something to be taken accounted for. Partnering him was not exactly customary for a madman that saw plenty of unfavorable scenarios were even ganged up on did not deter the bloodlust. The uneven odds only enticed him further. I can't say I fancy yours. but maybe you're into tubs of lard Curves aren't as defined like your own...but any hole can be a goal ! , unnerved by her statement by brandishing such words boisterously even within earshot of the Obsidian Hog. Anyone who witnessed his presence long enough knew even mild jokes did not dissolve his depravity..even raping weak-willed men to exert himself. Ego, the crowd's amusement, nor anything rewarding mattered little. The moment signaling the beginning to fight had the sprawling wild man charging into the fray, forgetting his partner in crime for the fat piece of meat who was supposedly his fun. A collision course was triggered, overextended swings of his fist with all his weight behind to knock him on his ass. Instead, Darius took the invitation by utilizing his dreaded and artificial arm length to connect with an arching hook contrary to the Obsidian's Hog monstrous haymakers. Results varied but it was mainly a barrage of fists and forearms battering each other, deflecting the power between them before the black blob ran forward clasping his arms around him in a bearhug after eating a few blows. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!! Air was constricted through the powerful vice bestowed onto his abdomen, cackling like a madman striking vigorously and relentlessly into the face of his attacker. Clubbing him like a blacksmith hammering heated iron, Darius laughed through the ordeal feeling the pain radiate him. This seemingly was temporary, lifted off the arena by the waistlock squeezed immensely, rotating the hips and violently rag dolling him into the ring with all his girth weaponized to take the laughter out of him. That one he felt with the bastard mounted onto him. Weakly gasping as the Obsidian hog positioned himself, Darius replied the best way he can. Kkkinky...!!!
Thread: Brutality's Requiem { 	Angel.of.Darkness/ Sanoci}

I hope you enjoy his bum hole then, that's if you can find it through all that flab. She retorted laughing, not in the least bothered that The Hog could hear her. Curious to see how he handled the relatively slow moving mountain of lard that was his opponent she studied her 'partner' with interest as they battered each other with a flurry of punches, formulating her tactics brute force never impressed her, she liked her opponents to show at least a little skill and finesse. Still it would be very bad if the hog got his hands on her, or landed one of those haymakers. Not that she intended to allow any such silliness to happen. Judging by the way her partner threw away the advantage his genetically enhanced reach gave him, along with his reactions to The Hog's blows he seemed to enjoy the pain of being hit She rolled her eyes in mock despair as Flabby got her partner in a bear hug despite the barrage of punches to his face from Darius. And then he'd used his sheer bulk to get Darius on the floor so he could use his weight to crush the breath from Darius's body. Slipping under the ropes she entered the ring to twirl across the ring and deliver a kick to the back of Flabby's head, the only part of the mans body that was unprotected by layers of fat before twirling away out reach of any retaliation, laughing. She came in again, her movements almost dance like as she lifted one leg almost vertically so she could slam her foot down hard on the top of his head before retreating again. Neither kick was powerful enough to end the fight but they were powerful enough to at least temporarily stun the disgusting mound of fat pinning Darius to the floor. I hope you're enjoying yourself down there. She quipped at Darius. The crowds roar alerted Cheyenne to danger as 'Crusher' climbed into the ring. She spun around to meet the new threat as 'Crusher' lunged at her, powerful hands reaching out to grasp her petite opponent. Except Cheyenne wasn't there, she was already falling backwards, breaking her fall with her hands and delivering a hard kick to the woman's pussy. 'Crushers' mouth dropped open and her eyes all but popped out of her head in shock and pain, her hands going to her crotch as she doubled over only to be lifted erect again as Cheyenne's other foot connected with the underside of her jaw. A professional would have pressed home her advantage but Cheyenne was a showgirl at heart so once she'd regained her feet there was no way she could resist playing to the crowd by punching her fist into the air. Recovering fast the woman lunged at Cheyenne with a roar of rage, fists swinging. One fist caught her a glancing blow to the temple and she reeled away, stunned. The woman pressed home her advantage but Cheyenne was already falling over backwards as in her dazed state she had tripped over her own feet. Instinct took over and she rolled out of the ring she needed time to clear away the cobwebs which seemed to be clogging up her brain.
Thread: Fantasy Based 1x1 (FxM) RP

RE Fantasy based RP, looking for a partner I am interested in a possible roleplay, i will need more info of course but we can figure that out, PM me? i suppose is couldve just PMed you myself but i feel that sense you haven't had any attention here on the forum yet this is more likely to get your notice.
Thread: Fantasy Based 1x1 (FxM) RP

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Thread: Quills Quravings -- um, Cravings (FxM, FxF)

Updated, with the Dragonborn Slave RP.
Thread: Quills Quravings -- um, Cravings (FxM, FxF)

Updated, with the Taming of the Shrew RP.
Thread: Quills Quravings -- um, Cravings (FxM, FxF)

Updated, with the Unhealthy Competition RP.
Thread: A Long Walk...(Seeking Male)

Youre character sees my character walking alone and decides to take advantage of her. After that you make her your slave Cassius let her long white hair fall over her shoulders as she walked along the quiet streets with the moon as her company. She sighed inwardly, noticing the park was a bit quieter than usual, she brushed it off and continued her walk, shoving her hands in her pockets
Thread: A Long Walk...(Seeking Male)

Robert was once again slumped beneath the bridge in the near-deserted park, the effects of his few beers wearing off as he listened to the approaching footsteps with more than a passing interest. His eyes could make out the slight female figure as the footsteps grew louder and he retreated towards the darkness of the steel framework to remain unseen until his nerves calmed and a hasty plan was hatched. The park was eerie tonight with few visitors, but this one in particular drew his attention as she walked nearer unaware that she was being watched from the shadows, her solo journey making an easy target for the sex-starved homeless vagrant.
Thread: A Long Walk...(Seeking Male)

Cassius's large breasts bounced as she began to quicken her pace realizing how late it was. She needed to get home quickly, she had a job interview in the morning. She felt as if she was being watched
Thread: [Closed] You Can Call it What You Want (dearestdarling and dmm4kes)

RE You Can Call it What You Want dearestdarling and dmm4kes Tessa followed his gaze to where the mic had been clipped, noted the almost-guilty twitch of his mouth as he met her eyes again, and she grinned easily. His deliberate avoidance was too obvious, almost worse than gawking at her outright. Hey, don't sweat it-- I mean really, don't, I don't think I can handle more bodily secretions today. It's fine. You're supposed to look, that's the entire point. She gently tossed her heavy hair to the side, baring the smooth, gentle curve of her neck to the cool air. So much better. She watched as he fiddled with the tiny piece of hardware, taking notice of him for the first time. Admittedly, she didn't really interact with the technical crew much beyond costume and hair, but not because she had some sort of pompous sense of superiority over them, like Lance and some of the other cast did-- no, she simply hadn't had a reason to mingle. Something about the striking way he looked at her made her heart beat just a bit faster, as though he saw something there that maybe she didn't quite want him to. He was older than anyone in the production, she realized, but it wasn't as simple as that. He had an aura of maturity that was as obvious and unmistakeable as the paint on his jeans. The battery pack. Of course. Let me just... She shrugged out of the sheer robe, letting it fall to the floor. She seemed entirely unconcerned that she was barely dressed in front of him, shifting her weight to one side as she cupped one hand at her hip. The pack she had tampered with was clipped soundly into her garter belt, and she pressed it into his waiting palm. I think it's done for. At least I hope so. If I have to press up against Wet One over there one more time tonight, I'm going to lose it. She played with a wayward curl, still smiling as she watched him work. Fuck it. Cut to act two, scene four. Tessa, we're done with you for the night, Sam called out, clearly vexed by the entire thing. Good, let him be vexed. She was starving and ready for a shower anyway, and if she left before her handsy stage-husband, there was less of a chance that he would try to coordinate some post-rehearsal rendezvous. Finally free. Thanks... I'm sorry, what's your name? You look familiar, I think we have a class together or something? You're a man of many talents. Set-painting, sound, aiding and abetting my escape-- what can't you do? She winked, patting him gently on the shoulder. Her eyes were bright with interest as she studied him.
Thread: [Closed] You Can Call it What You Want (dearestdarling and dmm4kes)

RE You Can Call it What You Want dearestdarling and dmm4kes You're supposed to look, Ray repeated the words in his mind behind a perplexed and purely reflexive grimace. It was difficult to fathom, for someone in his position, that anyone could undertake the sort of role that this girl had. He took the time to put a t-shirt on rather than wander shirtless through the house in the middle of the night if friends or relatives were staying over. She, on the other hand, wore the burden of such intimate unmentionables quite well, and she did it in front of all kinds of strangers. Though he couldn't fathom it, he admired her boldness. Right, the painter mumbled without relenting in his effort to focus solely upon the lovely young woman's eyes. ...And then she dropped her robe. Still his cerulean stare never withdrew from hers. He took the offered battery pack and twisted it, popping off its back panel only to remove the battery and examine its innards with a cursory glance. Same thing as with the others, he fibbed, twisting the unit around long enough to let Tessa glimpse the chip he'd exposed. The thing was perfectly fine. Given Sam's frustrated call a few moments later, he could only assume their charade worked. Self-satisfied and none too ashamed of his sub-par acting, Ray offered the only things he could under the circumstances A large, infectious grin and an upturned right brow. He pivoted ever so slightly, taking a partial sidestep and situating himself so that he was no longer blocking the girl from their director. Yep, Ray remarked with a nonchalant shrug. It was the first time she might notice, but he had a distinctly southern drawl that was clearly hidden day-to-day with some effort Replacing the battery, he gave a twitch of the left lip that very nearly caused his eye to pinch shut in a playful wink. No problem. I'm Ray, he offered. and there's plenty I can't do. Like I can't promise we'll do nearly as well next time you need an eject button. I'm no actor. He grinned, resisting the urge to throw an over-the-top elbow nudge to further sell the corny joke. And you're Tessa. That's a different name. I like it, Ray went on. Not sure about the class, though. Truth be told, Ray was sure, but he wasn't about to admit that to himself let alone Tessa. You didn't forget a face like hers. So, ah... Ray struggled. It was difficult making small talk with coworkers, and the generational gap felt larger now than it normally did. Admittedly, the guy had a mild complex about it, but he was none too shy about confronting those kinds of hurdles head on. Do you actually speak French? Seems like he did, He remarked as that grin gradually subsided back into a more comfortable smirk, tossing a quick toss of the head towards Lance. You all definitely have the stage chemistry, though. I can tell, he prodded, unable to resist poking a little fun.
Thread: [Closed] You Can Call it What You Want (dearestdarling and dmm4kes)

RE You Can Call it What You Want dearestdarling and dmm4kes It looks like it's on death's door, Tessa agreed solemnly, observing the chip he showed to her as though she had any idea what it was supposed to look like. That's a shame. Now how is the audience supposed to hear my moans when I climax? She could tell he was a little uncomfortable speaking with her, something about the way he nervously smiled, or the flicker of his gaze. Not an actor? You sold this sabotaged mic like it was nothing, sounds like acting to me. She watched as Lance was called back onto the stage to practice his death scene. Nothing was sweeter to watch. She lived to see him spread-eagle on the matte black stage floor, the dagger of his adversary lodged in his side as he huffed out his final breath. Watch this. It kills me. Lance rolled onto his side, clutching the prop and howling for his Bernadette. Even with his dying breath, he's desperate for a lay. Now that's a poor excuse for acting. He's not even faking it. She was surprised by his question about the French, realizing that although Lance had meant for only her to hear that disgusting little proposition, the mic had amplified it for the entire cast and crew to hear. Oh man, you heard that? She pushed her hair from her face, combing her fingers through the thick tresses as a blush crept down and nestled between her breasts. The pink blossomed across the cream of her skin, illuminating her with color. That's... humiliating. I know enough to catch his drift. He doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell, but somewhere along the way he got it in his head that he can make up for an actual personality with a good, hearty helping of braggadocio and douchebaggery. It may have worked once, who knows, but he can try it all he wants on me, it's not going to happen. I don't even think Lance is his real name, he probably stole it from some skeezy porn. She laughed, and felt lighter than she had the whole evening, before she realized how much she was talking. Sorry, I don't usually... Anyway. You really helped me out just then. I owe you... She thought of inviting him out for a drink, but would he think that was weird? The ring flashed in the light, as though warning her not to. He was married. He was older-- not that it bothered her, but what did she have to offer him? I'm going to change, then I'm hitting the new club on Fifth and Chancey Street-- Whistler's? If you happen to be there, I'll buy you a drink. There, that wasn't weird, was it? It's not like she invited him, not directly anyway. Au revoir, mon hros. She smirked slightly, brushing his shoulder as she left him there, her hips swaying gently as she walked. She nearly passed him by before she turned back, facing him directly. Oh, you've got... She brought her hand to his face and softly touched his cheek, where an errant smudge of paint rested. Her touch was gentle, deliberate, with no more weight than a butterfly's wings. There. She paused and tried to ignore the undeniable electricity of his gaze. Talk about chemistry. I'll um... I'll see you.
Thread: Female looking for a 1 on 1 rp (FxF)

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Thread: Female looking for a 1 on 1 rp (FxF)

Dayzee said I'm currently available and looking for a casual erotic roleplay Preferences Female Someone who can dominate me Fandoms WWE DC TNA Marvel Favorite Celebrities Avril Lavigne Angelina Jolie Alissa White-Gluz Ariel Bloomer Maria Brink Simone Simons Lzzy Hale Christy Hemme Lita Pm me for more information I'm looking forward to hear from you, Your Dearest Daisy. A footnote. Female characters only. I'm only giving you my favorites,the rest will be discussed.No malesfuta's. Click to expand...
Thread: Female looking for a 1 on 1 rp (FxF)

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Thread: Female looking for a 1 on 1 rp (FxF)

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Thread: Female looking for a 1 on 1 rp (FxF)

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Thread: Female looking for a 1 on 1 rp (FxF)

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