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Thread: Missouri government hitsquad targets dog

I don't understand. Usually, when I have egg on my face, I try to wipe it off as quickly as possible. How do these people figure it's a good idea to just... keep it on there? Doesn't it make more sense to apologize for the mistake, and then make positive PR out of a bad situation? They aren't even being sneaky, government scumbags about it. They're just waffling on like a bunch of idiots.
Thread: Babysitter Blues (Dagger Stilleto and Morell)

Mom, I can take care of myself, I'm 15 years old now, Eric complained. His arms fell to his sides with a loud slap of spoiled defiance. It didn't sway her, though. The decision was final. She saw the disappointment is his face, but it made no matter. He was too young to stay by himself for the whole month they would be gone. Summer break had just started, and they were fortunate enough to find a young lady to watch him at such a reasonable price for how long she'd be taking care of him. Unfortunately, they wouldn't be able to stay long enough to greet her. Their flight left early that morning and they had to be at the airport before dawn. Eric's mother kissed his cheek and mentioned something about the babysitter being quite the little cutie. Eric's cheek flushed from the double embarrassment. He was too old for kisses from his mother and much too young to be talking about women with her. His parents were gone soon after. His mother hid the key to the house where the babysitter would know to find it, under a stone rabbit in the garden. Eric was awake much earlier than normal but didn't want to go back to bed. He figured he may as well enjoy what unsupervised liberty he could while he was alone. He threw himself on the couch and turned on the TV. Early Saturday morning programming was so dull. Nothing good would be on for a few hours. He rolled over onto his back, thinking about a special girl at school who he hadn't seen in weeks since school let out. Slowly, his hand traveled underneath his mesh shorts and his eyes closed. He tugged on his teenage cock a few times before the exhaustion of summer adolescence took him away and he fell asleep just like that on the living room couch.
Thread: Babysitter Blues (Dagger Stilleto and Morell)

Belle walked up to the house with a few duffle bags and her purse over her shoulder. She scooped the key up out from under the bunny indicated in a text message and enter the well-kept establishment. Locking the door behind her, she dropped her things on the ground, kicked off her shoes, and went in search of her charge. It didn't take long. She rolled her eyes in exasperation. Typical teenage male. Did they have no shame? Sure, she had a dick, but she didn't go masturbating in the living room, especially when someone was stopping by. Aside frm her 11inch cock, Belle was pretty normal. She stood at 5'8 with auburn curls and green eyes. Her peach complexion was flawless. She was the epitome of hourglass-figure, her chest a solid D-cup and hips wide with a nicely curved butt.
Thread: Babysitter Blues (Dagger Stilleto and Morell)

Eric's eyes opened slowly. His mind was foggy from the nap and the first thing he saw was Belle's face. Wow, she was a cutie, just like his mom said. Suddenly he was very aware of where his hand was. It shot out of his pants almost as quickly as he repositioned himself into a sitting position on the couch. Um... hi! Uh... I was just watching TV... he said, trying to play it off. There was no way she didn't see his hand, but he desperately hoped somehow he was safe. His 6'' cock formed a small tent in his mesh shorts. You must be Belle, right? Don't worry Belle, I can take care of myself. So you can just talk to your boyfriend on the phone all night, or whatever you babysitters do. He didn't mean to sound so rude, but after the disappointment of learning of her taking care of him, plus having been woken from a nap, he just didn't have time for pleasantries right now.
Thread: Babysitter Blues (Dagger Stilleto and Morell)

Belle paid no mind to his pathetic attempts at nonchalance. Her eyes didn't even flicker. Hmmm... She pulled a letter out of her back pocket, scanning it. It had been sent by his mother, who told her everything about Eric. Dear Belle, she read aloud. Eric is a good boy, but a little accident prone and irresponsible. He once needed stitches from cutting himself on a plastic butter knife. Belle stopped and gave him a Seriously? look over the paper. He can't cook. He can barely boil water. Please make sure he's fed. She looked to Eric, giving him time to respond.
Thread: Babysitter Blues (Dagger Stilleto and Morell)

Eric blushed a deep red. It was very true. In face he had a hard time deciding how long to cook microwave pizza. He often burned them, but he eventually convinced himself that's the way he liked it. Umm... everyone has accidents right? heh.. heh... He managed after a long, awkward silence. He felt like he could die when he saw the look on her face. At 15, he was already awkward enough around girls, but now this beautiful older woman was giving him the same look as the girls at school. He wasn't a nerd, or a jock, or anything. He wasn't really anyone at school. Never really knowing where he fit in. His dainty form felt like it could sink into the couch until it swallowed him up. Okay, I guess I need a little help... He muttered.
Thread: Babysitter Blues (Dagger Stilleto and Morell)

Belle resisted rolling her eyes. He doesn't clean his own clothing, she continued off the paper. You have to remind him to feed Tyler, his tortoise. No parties, no drugs, no alcohol. Belle looked back up at him, incredulous. How old are you?
Thread: Babysitter Blues (Dagger Stilleto and Morell)

Eric felt so small. He looked up at her slouching in the couch. I... I... he stuttered. Six... Fifteen. Well... Almost sixteen. She didn't have to worry about the last part, he thought. There would be no parties, drugs, or alcohol from him, that was for sure. And I already fed Tyler today, He said with a hint of pride in his voice. Although the look she had on her face suggested she didn't really care. Okay, sorry I was mean to you, although his tone did little to add merit to his apology.
Thread: Babysitter Blues (Dagger Stilleto and Morell)

She sighed and set the letter down. Show me around the house, please. I have to do basic cleaning in most rooms, and I need to know which rooms not to go into. She hiked her bags on her shoulder again. I also need to know where guest room A is so I can set my stuff done.
Thread: Babysitter Blues (Dagger Stilleto and Morell)

Eric felt so uncomfortable that she barely acknowledged his apology. He moved to help her with her bags but then saw that she had them all herself. He watched her for a little while, unable to help himself at how captivating her beauty was. Then he blinked a few times, snapping out of it. Oh... Uh... Yeah! Follow me... he said, leading her further into the house. Here's the bathroom, He pointed to the first door on the right. Back there is my room and just before that on the left is yours. Turning around at the end of the hall he looked up at her again, shyly. Umm, on the other side of the house is my parent's room. I don't think you're supposed to go in there. There's also the laundry room down in the basement. He turned around to open the door to her room. It was a simple guest bedroom nothing too masculine or feminine other than the floral print of the red and black comforter on the bed. There were pictures depicting various sail boats and other trinkets on the walls like a row oar and compass. Eric walked into the room and leaned against the foot of the bed to let her make her way in. We share a closet there, he pointed towards his room. Is there anything else you need?
Thread: Searching.

I'm interested in role playing a sonmother rp over threads, please contact me over PMs or whatever so we can hammer out details before we begin.
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Thread: Adventures in Barsaive

I'm okay with the honor system when it comes to rolls. However, if you would like a more concrete place to roll dice online, let's use the invisible cattle website. As for how I post, this legend should help a bit OOC talk bold all speaking, also if it is important to distinguish one individual from another than the name or applicable number of that individual will be given before the quotations. all rolls and roll results will be placed in brackets, also I will usually include a series of tags or descriptions of what the roll is for. Also because this is Earthdawn I would like to know the dice rolled so for example Initative 2d6 7 Other than that I don't really have anything else. I might introduce some things as we go, but those will be talked about in an OOC comment.
Thread: Futa looking for male

Mm... yeah, I think, I'll try it. PM me?
Thread: Futa looking for male

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Thread: Futa looking for male

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Thread: Name from a list-Bride for a King (trisscarxabbylocke)

Thorin Oakenshield king under the mountain was most certainly Not nervous. The line of Durin did not get nervous, certainly not over such a small thing as the impending arrival of his arranged marriage bride. Such a tiny, isignifigant thing to be so worked up over, yet the thought of the caravan winding its way to his mountain at that very moment sent a team of acrobatic butterflies into coniptions inside his stomach. His bride had been chosen as a name from a list. Of course the list included lineage and a lovely recent picture of the being he would soon be wed to, but still the fact that in two weeks after her arrival he would be marrying such a delicate creature such as the fairy woman astounded him. For durins sake he might break the little thing the moment he tried anything remotley rough with their lovemaking. Sighing heavily Thorin forced himself to stop pacing and regain his regal and aloof air, composing his mental state into something more managable. He would handle that mile stone when they came to it. After all he had two weeks to speak to his bride before their wedding night. Hopefully fairy's wernt as flimsy as they looked. Otherwise the dwarven king was doomed to spend the rest of his life servicing his own sexual needs himself. That prospect didnt exactly make the king happy in the slightest. The horns that blew each time someone of importance entered the mountain sounded loud in the halls and instantly Thorin's back straightend like a ramrod. She was here. Sitting himself down on his throne and ruthelssly pushing the nervous thoughts aside the king under the mountain forced his face into cool passivity. He was ready to meet his bride..no matter how young and foolish he felt on the inside.
Thread: Name from a list-Bride for a King (trisscarxabbylocke)

Nervousness bubbled up inside Am'lia as she looked up at the lonely mountain, Erebor, the realm of King Thorin. She swallowed heavily as her pony was led into the mountain gates, her anxiety only growing at the ornate, overly large doors. Maybe they're compensating for something...? After all, why would dwarves need 50 foot high doors? She let out a soft sight as she dismounted from her pony. The lack of wind from being inside gave her a moment to adjust her long, currently blue, hair. Am'lia almost groaned outloud when she felt her wind-blown hair partially coming out of the braided updo she had spent an hour doing earlier. Glancing at the dwarf Balin, her escort, a pleading look in her eyes, she silently begged for an hour to make herself not look so... travel-worn. Balin smiled gently at the girl, sympathy rising in his chest at her predicament. All I can give you is a few minutes to change and refresh yourself lassie. King Thorin is waiting for you. Am'lia however, was relieved by the delay. She wanted to make a good impression on her soon-to-be husband. As much as she disliked the situation, she knew that it was her only choice. While Balin led her to her temporary room, she allowed herself to study her surroundings. Everything was large and ornate, overly large. Once she was in her room, Am'lia quickly rid herself from her travel clothes. She quickly washed the dust of the road off using a towel she had found in the bathroom. Pulling out her favorite blue dress, she quickly pulled it on, along with a pair of sheer blue tights. Looking in the mirror, Am'lia sighed and began to pull out the pins that held her hair up. She wouldn't have time to save the updo so she freed her hair of the braids and kept it loose. She opened the door to find Balin patiently waiting for her before he led her off to meet her new king.
Thread: Name from a list-Bride for a King (trisscarxabbylocke)

Thorin could barely stop his foot from tapping out an agitated rythem against the cold rock floor beneath his feet as he waited for his bride to apear. The wondering when she would show and what she would be like was starting to drive him insane. Fiddling with one of the ornate braids that decorated his hair, Thorin shifted on his throne for what seemed the hundreth time that long waiting period. At least he looked presentable. The long heavy fur lined blue and silver royal robes drug at his body though they looked magnificent with all the gems and metal woven in stratigec places. He was more used to the lighter but no less impressive daily clothes he wore, though they also had a fur collar on the heavy coat that went with it. His crown weighed even more heavy on his brow, he rarely ever wore the blasted thing. we certainly wouldnt be wearing it now if Balin hadnt insisted. The creaking of the large doors wrenched the kings thoughts back to the moment, his eyes imediatly being caught by the luminessent sparkling of the fairy wings that adorned her back. A wash of ranging blue tones cloaked her slim form and well as her hair, her eyes were wide and doe like and her skin pale and soft looking. He was hopelessly lost. Never had he seen such a beautiful fragile looking creature. Desire lashed him suddenly as he gazed apon his soon to be bride, and Thorin swallowed thickly. He was unsure if he could make it the two weeks until the wedding to claim the utterly ravashible being. Standing as Balin and his fairy arrived infront of his throne the king decided to look as impressive as possible, after all first impressions were important. He waited until Balin was done introducing the fairy whos name was Am'lia the not muddled part of his brain helpfully supplied then he decended the steps and took her hand, bowing over it and lightly brushing the silk soft skin with his lips in a welcome. greetings Am'lia. I am Thorin king under the mountain and i welcome you to your new home.
Thread: Name from a list-Bride for a King (trisscarxabbylocke)

Am'lia fidgeted with the hem of her dress as she waited for the doors to open to the throne room. Her nerves weren't helped by the countless stares and whispers she had recieved from the dwarves she had passed on her way to there. Aparently when you were about to become the consort of a king, it was acceptable to stare like little children seeing fireworks for the first time. She couldn't help but smile slightly at the thought. She mused that she was a sort of shiny, new play thing in the eyes of the dwarves. It probably didn't help that her wings glittered like blue and red diamonds. She stopped her fidgeting as soon as the doors began to swing open and she was led forward. Am'lia raised her eyes and what she saw took her breath away. She knew she was staring at him but she couldn't help it. King Thorin was extremely attractive, from his long black hair to his bright blue eyes. He was unlike any of the dwarves she had seen before. His fur lined robes and crown proudly proclaimed that he was a king. Not that he needed those. The regal air about him, cast from his appearance, said that enough. Am'lia followed Balin forward until she stopped in front of the dias that he was standing on. A blush adorned her cheek as King Thorin came and kissed the back of her hand. The gentle touch was a strange contrast to his strong, noble features. In the back of her mind, a stray, wicked thought sounded, wondering what this king would be like in bed. Am'lia forced that thought of her mind quickly, it would not do to think on those matters if she was going to make it through the next to weeks. Instead, she opted it would be best to answer her king before he questioned her intelligence. Greetings King Thorin, I feel most welcome. Am'lia's voice came out quieter than she would have liked but it didn't waver to betray her wandering thoughts. She smiled and bowed her head to him. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad.
Thread: Name from a list-Bride for a King (trisscarxabbylocke)

Thorin would be lying if he said that he didnt feel a small thrill of satisfaction from the realization that his intended couldnt take her eyes off him. Loathe as he was to release the small, soft hand that he held in his own large and roughly calloused one he had to for the sake of propriety. For now. He fully intended on exploring each inch of his lovely to be bride soon enough. He was unsure how much of his emotions leaked into his eyes, but he hoped they wernt to scandelous for his dainty lady to handle. There has been a great feast and party organized in your honor Am'lia. Shall we go and begin it? Offering his arm to the slim fairy the king ignored the joyfull noise that erupted because of his statement. The kingdom had been looking forward to this party for some time now after all.
Thread: Name from a list-Bride for a King (trisscarxabbylocke)

Am'lia allowed her king to take her arm in his, a smile playing at her lips. I am most honored my king. I will gladly accept it. She followed him out of the throne room into the gathering hall. Long tables were set on three sides, the middle left open for entertainment. The tall ceilings glittered in the light, looking closer, Am'lia saw that the ceiling was studded with gem stones. Thorin brought her to the head of the table where their seats were. His at the center and hers on his right. Food was quickly filling up the spaces on the table, as well as large glasses of ale and bottles of fine wine. Am'lia let her, much smaller glass, be filled with the wine. She made a note that the single glass was all she could allow herself. She didn't handle alcohol well and it could be very bad if she allowed herself to become intoxicated and have herself do something... undignified like throwing herself onto Thorin.
Thread: Name from a list-Bride for a King (trisscarxabbylocke)

The party had been going in full swing for some hours before the king decided that it was time for his intended and himself to retire. He had forced himself to sit passivly beside the alluring creature during the feast and the games, constantly made aware of her simply by the infurriatingly desirable woman moving her head. The heady, inviting sent that crashed over the dwarf king when the hair shifted from side to side with her movments was nearly maddning to endure. when he stood the hall didnt quiet, it was a dwarf party after all. the king and his consort were expected to dissapere during it. Offering his hand to his soon to be bride Thorin lead her from the noisy hall, head pleasently abuzz with the sparse drink he had indulged in and his stomach sated on the good food. Now all he needed was a passionate night of satisfying sex and he would be utterly content. But alas the chances of that happening were remote. After all fairies were renowned for thier pruddish ways and uptight traditions. There would be no sexual encounter for the king that night. Nor any night until they were wed. And then he sadly predicted that the consumation would be one of the only rare times that he would get to induldge in his fairy's soft skin and slender frame. Sighing softly he pushed the heavy carved door to his room open and lead her in, resiging himself to the fact that he would more oftan than not be sleeping beside his wife instead of tangled togather in a passionate and heated embrace.
Thread: Name from a list-Bride for a King (trisscarxabbylocke)

Am'lia had tried, without much success, to keep her alcohol consumption to a minimum. Luckily for her she could still walk straight and think straight, somewhat. Her inhibitions were lowered enough that if she did not return to her own room quickly she would not be a virgin when she woke up the next morning. After all, even though most fairies were prudish, fire elemented fairies tended to be more passionate. The first thing she noted as Thorin led her off was that they were not going in the direction of the room she had been brought to earlier. She couldn't help the slight frown that came to her lips when she spotted her bags underneath a bench, empty. Her belongings had already been unpacked. She looked around, trying to avoid the unavoidably large bed at one end of the bedroom. They are definitely compensating for something... Am'lia let out a soft sigh and went to the dresser, relieved that the first drawer she opened was her night clothes. Casting a quick glance at King Thorin, who was still standing behind her, she wondered where she should change. She bit her lip nervously, suddenly feeling shy at being left alone with her handsome intended for the first time.
Thread: Name from a list-Bride for a King (trisscarxabbylocke)

Standing behing his soon to be bride Thorin realized with a slight start that he had been staring at her fetching form while she gazed at him with her doe like eyes with her night clothes clasped in her small hands. When he realized that he also had not moved to start undressing the king gave into the desire to blush just a little bit. Removing the heavy crown and robe he placed them in thier proper places, kicking off his boots into some obscure corner of the room. Unbuttoning the first of the many layers that he was forced to don for the more obnoxiously politcal part of being a king Thorin was acutley aware of his intended staring at him. when he was only clothed in a thin linen shirt and his breaches did the king think to remember that he was only three items away from being naked infront of his fairy. Remembering the prudish ways of his intendeds kind Thorin groaned softly at his own stupidity. he had probbily scandilized the poor thing juging by the shocked look on her face. Sighing softly the dwarf simply went over to the large plush bed and colapsed on it, picking up a book to read for a short time so Am'lia could ready herself for rest also. A niggling thought in the back of his mind prodded at Thorin that maybe remaining so silent wasnt the best thing to do but for the life of him he couldnt remember why.
Thread: Name from a list-Bride for a King (trisscarxabbylocke)

Am'lia swallowed slightly and, with another glance at King Thorin, quickly started undressing. Her cheeks were bright red when she finally pulled on her nightgown she sighed with relief. Her first obstacle was covered, now she simply had to make it through the night sleeping next to her completely arousing intended. After brushing out her hair, Am'lia quietly walked over to the other side of the bed. She frowned slightly when she noticed her king was still partially dressed. Her frown turned into a slight smile when she realized why. He was worried about offending like he would if she had been a different kind of fairy. Do you normally sleep in so much clothing my king? I do not wish to be uncomfortable for my sake. Her words were steady and showed no sign of her conflicting emotions. She didn't want to do anything undignified but she didn't want to resist her very attractive king either.