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Thread: help

LingeringDesire said Out of character section of the board labeled journals, absences and apologies. It's on the main home page. If you click on your name and hit the find all threads you can get to yours. I also meant ask a moderator or admin not as a... Sorry about that. LD Click to expand... i know now were the journal is thanks and i have even introduced my self. thank you so much. your an admin? is there anything else i need to know to get started?
Thread: help

Moderator, not admin. Nothing else that I can think of.
Thread: help

LingeringDesire said Moderator, not admin. Nothing else that I can think of. Click to expand... ok than thank you so much for helping me, if i need to ask something i will surely ask you
Thread: YIM Lord of the Rings Roleplay (MXF)

Here's a scene I'm looking at doing. I'm open to suggestions and ideas. Hope ya dig it. Feel free to pm me if you want to continue it. You're the daughter of an Elven noble of Rivendell and a close confidante to Elrond and I'm the son of a Dunedain scout who has been used to life in the wild until my father though not long ago took up residence in the Elven kingdom when my father became a diplomat to Rivendell via the Dunedain. As such I was raised around Elves and you and I grew up together. At first, you hated me and thought I was just a filthy human, but we gradually grew on one another and are now very, very close friends. At this point in our lives we're both young adults in our physical primes. You're a captain of the city guard, rigid, determined, and steadfast. It's often rare to get a laugh or a smile from you. I work with the patrol often and am often gone slaying Orcs that come close to the borders of Imladris. Unlike you, I'm calm, confident and rarely take anything seriously, often making a joke out of things, even when my own life is at risk. At this point our friendship has turned into something a bit deeper. We'll often share the same bed or snuggle up and watch the waterfalls, both of us finding it therapeutic. While there hasn't been any consummation, we have locked lips a few times though we chalk it up to the closeness of our friendship. I recently just returned from a skirmish where you were given word that I almost died being too reckless. I come back with the rest of the patrol with a smile on my face, scratching my stubbled, square jaw. You walk up to me, still clad in your armor and slap me hard across the face, turning the heads of a few Elves around us. PM me if this interests you.
Thread: Happy Birthday, Nihilistic_Impact!!!

Happy birthday, Nihil!!! I hope you have a wonderful day today!!! 3 cake and ice cream for you
Thread: Happy Birthday, Nihilistic_Impact!!!

Thank you love. No plans for today, but Ari has her modelling in the evening.
Thread: Happy Birthday, Nihilistic_Impact!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NIHIL! I hope it's totally amazing!
Thread: Happy Birthday, Nihilistic_Impact!!!

Happy birthday, Nihil!
Thread: Happy Birthday, Nihilistic_Impact!!!

Have a happy one Nihi!
Thread: Smutty Furry Roleplay

Little update.
Thread: Smutty Furry Roleplay

Update!
Thread: Smutty Furry Roleplay

PM Sent
Thread: Smutty Furry Roleplay

I found some pictures of the girl in Luana's picture, so I added them to this update.
Thread: Smutty Furry Roleplay

I'm currently craving a very smut-driven bestiality roleplay using any of my characters, preferably the human ones, so message me if you're interested. Here are some animals I'd play with Horses Zebras Bulls Buffalo Wolves Moose Elk Donkeys Lions Cheetahs I also like using pictures and videos for those, so a mating video of those animals for example works fine by me, and I can play an animal as well no problems.
Thread: Becca's Tales

Rebecca Heart said My main interest is in stories featuring cheating. Yes Cheating, adultery, infidelity Modern, realistic, human, binary genders OOC communication, pre-planning Sizeplay Fun Maybe Unconventionaltaboo relationships Cuckoldry, netorare Specific kinks Sissyfemmedomme play Long term No Filth Kiddies Animalsnon-humans Boring RL chat F-list Click to expand... hi I'd love to ropleplay with you, your idea of a cheating based roleplay sounds pretty fun ! PM me
Thread: Becca's Tales

In future I'd prefer if people PMed me rather posting in this thread. I'll add a note to the OP saying that now, actually. Thank you. Thanks so much for paying my college tuition, sweetie! I think I'm going to major in Media and Communication, but I might take a Philosophy course too!
Thread: Becca's Tales

Love comes in a lot of different forms. Who cares who understands, we have each other.
Thread: Becca's Tales

Interested in playing a mail order bride story. Culture clash, language barriers, and the unconventional relationship dynamic. Something interesting, fun, and taboo.
Thread: Becca's Tales

It was her boyfriend who'd encouraged her to be a little more open-minded. He just couldn't have anticipated how far she'd take that. Or how far it was yet to go...
Thread: Becca's Tales

Not sure what I'm looking for right now - but I'll know it when I see it. bump
Thread: || her hymn || {Tune & Red}

The snow crunched underneath her feet, the tiny silken slippers completely soaked through. How she survived the wilderness of the Neck and the North was impossible to answer, but Sansa Stark looked like a shadow of her former self. Her cheeks were thin from hunger and she had tiny cuts on her hands from pushing aside thorny branches which blocked the old trail she walked. It was so tiny on the map that she took with her that she was not even sure if it truly existed, but though it was overgrown, it led her straight towards the Wall. She did not go to the Twins. Her mother and brother were rotting there. She did not go to Winterfell. That was where Bran and Rickon died And the Boltons still held her childhood home. No. Only Jon could help her now and he was at Deepwood Motte. So she walked. She walked until there were blisters on her feet and her hair was crusty with mud and debris. She walked until she thought she would faint from exhaustion and then walked some more. She could not stop. She could not give up. Not after everything that had led to her escape. Joffreys torture, his beatings, forcing her to marry the Imp, and Littlefinger putting his hands on her Sansa stared up at the large fortress that rose high above her, covering her in its shadow. How Where? What was she to do now? A gust of wind swirled violently around her, whipping her messed hair up and making it dance wildly. When it calmed down, it landed on the back of a poor beggars coat, thin and threadbare. Her skin was tinted blue, her lips turning purple, when some men caught her eye. Normally she would have been wary and stayed away there were many men on the roads with not so innocent intentions, men who were just as bad as Joffrey. Excuse me Sers? Her fragile voice cracked in the freezing air and the men turned to look at her. She must have looked like a wild woman from beyond the Wall from the way they stared. Please Im looking f-for my brother. Can you h-help me find him? The men looked at each other then one approached, taking the thick fur cloak he had around his shoulders and putting it around her instead. Aye lass I can try. Whats his name? Jon Jon Snow.
Thread: || her hymn || {Tune & Red}

RE her hymn Tune Red The guards exchanged another long look, the name she'd given them bringing a great pause. Jon Snow's sister. The one they were here to retrieve. You're Jon Snow's sister, then? The Stark girl? Gods be good, the other whispered, eyes wide as he licked his lips. She's... she's why we're here in the first place. How do we even know it's her? The other guard jerked his thumb over his shoulder. Dunno. All I know is we'd best take her to see the king, right bloody now. Oh, he could taste the glories now. A title, perhaps? Gods only knew. Come along, lass. Let's get you inside and warmed up. You've a meeting with Stannis to attend to. The Stark girl was taken into Deepwood, marched past a flurry of activity. There wasn't an idle man to be seen in the Motte. Guards with flaming heart sigils on their breast were mixed in with mountain men, those tribes of the hills who had been so loyal to the memory of Eddard Stark that they would fight and die for the one who would bring the old wolf vengeance. Some bore hastily re-painted shields and coats that had once borne the kraken, trophies of their recently won victory over the Ironborn under Asha Greyjoy that had held this place. Everywhere she looked, she'd see men shoring up defenses, hauling away the kraken's corpses. Throw 'em in the lake, one man said to his fellow as he passed, the two of them carrying a particularly large dead man. See how their drowned god likes the ice. She was taken to an empty room, the hearth quickly filled with wood and set to burn. The cloak was left with her, and one quickly left to bring her a warm meal while the other sought the king. Her meal arrived first, a hot bowl of stew made with chunks of vegetable and fresh mutton, a well as a fine mulled wine. It was soon after that, though, that the one true king of Westeros arrived with his guard in tow. Stannis strode through the door, still dressed in his armor of dark ringmail with burnished silver plate, the black stag of house Baratheon with its crown laid over a flaming heart etched onto his breastplate. The sword, Lightbringer, the blade that marked him as Azor Ahai, was belted at his hip, and the golden antler crown rested comfortably on his head. One thing was certain, Stannis Baratheon looked like a king... and now, the North would take notice of it. Arya Stark? His black-blue eyes fixated on her. You are Arya Stark, yes? Jon Snow's sister? He approached her warily, as if expecting to be let down. Then, in the glow of the fire, he noticed it. Red hair... I was told Arya Stark had brown, he spat. Hard eyes were turned on the guards who'd brought him the information, his teeth bared as he ground them lightly. Leave us.
Thread: || her hymn || {Tune & Red}

RE her hymn Tune Red They were looking for her? Sansa did not have time to question the guards as they whisked her away and took her into the keep. They were moving so quickly that it was hard to take her eyes off of the path in front of her less she stumble or trip, but every now and then she caught a glance. Stannis was preparing for war. Her home, the North, had not forgotten, and with her father and brothers all dead, of course they would turn to Stannis. While she had never met him, she heard stories. He reminded her of her father. Once inside, she was given the warmth of a hearth and the even greater warmth of a good hot meal. Sansa sat down on a bench in front of the table and began to wolf the meal down. She had not eaten in days and her stomach cried out for relief. The redhead was keenly aware that she must have looked like a beast tearing into its prey with how quickly the stew disappeared into her mouth, but the bowl was left cleaned and at long last, her stomach settled down. A quick sip of the wine was all she could manage before the man who called himself king revealed himself. Her certainly did look like a king. Sansa stood when the doors opened. The protocol for meeting a king, true or not, had been beaten into her. She was embarrassed by the sound the bench made as it scraped against the stone and her cheeks were flushed with crimson. Underneath her skirts, her knees trembled. Then, he called her by her sisters name, Arya. Stannis recognized immediately that she was not the long missing Arya and Sansa stiffened when she heard him growl and order to his men to make them leave. They left without a word. She was alone with Stannis Baratheon. Your Grace, the food and wine had eased the ache in her throat and her voice was smoother now, almost like that of a songbird. I apologize I did not tell your men my name. The blame lies on me. I am not Arya Stark She inhaled sharply. I am Sansa. Sansa Stark. I have come here to seek refuge and to reunite with my brother, Jon Snow I was told he was with you. But where was he? Even if he thought it was Arya he was going to meet, surely Jon would have come A dark, uneasy feeling sat in the pit of her stomach.
Thread: || her hymn || {Tune & Red}

RE her hymn Tune Red The look on his face darkened perceptibly, the lines on his face growing firmer. His teeth ground almost audibly behind the hard line of his mouth, the look in his eyes one of disappointment but also deep thought. She was not the one he sought... but she was a Stark. One of the last of the blood of Winterfell. The simple fact was that they may never get the young pup back from the Boltons. She may have already been killed, or worse. Jon Snow was a tenuous link at best. This one, though... she was fit to be wed. If Jon Snow would not pledge his loyalty and take his place in Winterfell, then he could wed her to any lord he wished and put Winterfell right into his pocket. The seat of northern power, taken for the Baratheons. Once the Boltons, who had been appointed the wardens of the North by whatever child-king usurper now sat on his throne at King's Landing, were given to Melisandre's fires... Winterfell would be brought back to its former glory under its rightful king. These thoughts occurred to Stannis one after the other in rapid succession, eyes gazing past her and into the fire. He saw great things in that flame. The whispers of a glorious future yet to come. He had only to take the she-wolf under his wing. Your brother is not here, he said finally, looking down at her with that stern, measuring gaze. You have not heard? He is in charge of the Night's Watch, manning the wall. Now, your sister, he said with a pause in which he slowly nodded his head, I'm afraid the Boltons have her. If she yet lives, I intend to send her to your half-brother myself. Arya was key in maintaining Jon Snow's loyalty, and securing that of the northern lords. Sansa, too, would be just another piece in place for his own benefit. You will stay here with my men and I. Once I've crushed the Boltons beneath my boot, I intend to legitimize Jon Snow and install him as the lord of Winterfell. You and your sister will be returned to him to do as you will. He patted the pommel of his sword, breathing a soft sigh from his nose. If things worked out that perfectly, he'd eat his crown. For now, eat. Rest. I'll have one of Selyse's old handmaidens tend to you.
Thread: || her hymn || {Tune & Red}

RE her hymn Tune Red Stannis retired to his chambers, standing on a personal balcony that overlooked the courtyard of his new keep. Activity still bustled below, with plenty to do for every able bodied soul. A great many, however, were flocking to the lighting of the night fires. The night was dark and full of terrors, so said R'hllor and his adherents, and while he had no cause to doubt the strange god's power, he reckoned that there were few terrors in the Wolfswood aside from the creatures that gave it its namesake. There were no wights here, no gathering shadows, and any wildlings were under his control anyhow. Still, he could not argue... R'hllor was leading him to his destiny, his justice. His fingers closed about the pommel of his sword, caressing it idly as he watched. Hard eyes turned to the horizon, however. While the snows of the north obscured his vision, it could not be seen. A clear day, however, would have given him sight of his goal. Only one lone tower remained of Winterfell's might, a lonely spire visible far to the south and east. The Boltons and those loyal to them were massing there, daring Stannis to play his hand... and soon, he would. So very, very soon. He licked his lips in anticipation, his grip on Lightbringer's hilt only tightening at the thought. A storm of iron justice would soon take all those who swore fealty to usurpers and pretenders, and once the rightful king sat upon the Iron Throne, peace would rule the day at last. His evening meal was brought to him, a lone serving for a lone man. Honey-glazed pork with a good bitter wine, and a selection of fresh fruits from beyond the Narrow Sea. Before the serving girl could leave, he caught her eye. Tell Melisandre that her king summons her, once she has finished her rituals. I would have words with her.
Thread: || her hymn || {Tune & Red}

RE her hymn Tune Red Your Grace Melisandre strode into the kings chambers without notice, her robes dragging on the floor behind her. She kept her back straight, head held high and her long, swan like neck bare and on display. The cut of her robes and gown was low, but the brilliant red fabric paired with her fiery hair drew all the attention away from her slight curves. Stannis looked as if he had been brooding, and the Red Woman had a sneaking suspicion that it was because of their new arrival. She heard that Sansa Stark, believed to be missing or dead, had come to their doorstep to seek shelter. But that alone should not have put the king in this mood. He was anxious, pacing like a wild cat caught in a cage even though he stood still on the balcony. Melisandre approached him, looking straight into his eyes Into his soul. You have seen Rhllors will. She reached up with a small pale hand and touched his cheek. Tell me what you saw. Tell me what the Lord of Light showed you when you met the she-wolf.
Thread: || her hymn || {Tune & Red}

RE her hymn Tune Red Stannis stood rigid, having long since finished his evening meal and returned to his place at the balcony like an especially grim falcon to its roost. His teeth worried at the inside of his lip while his mind dwelt on the future. Always to the future. He could never look back. The ends justified the means, and he would have his justice no matter the cost. It wasn't until he heard the familiar shuffling of skirts against stone that he turned back to the room to behold her. Melisandre, the Red Woman. A more staunch follower, R'hllor could not hope to have... and he could not ask for a more powerful ally in these trying times. Her arrival was noted with a nod rather than any verbal greeting, his icy exterior melting only the slightest bit as she approached. In this cold land, she was life, she was warmth, she was light. Not only that, but with Selyse having long since devolved into little more than a gibbering nuisance, he had found physical comfort in her. A great deal of it, in fact. In the wake of his wife's death, he had only sought her all the more. Her hand graced his cheek, and that iron guard was lowered ever so slightly. She knew of that which he wished to speak of, and not having to bother with preamble to it was some small comfort. I have, he whispered, blue eyes like chips of cloudy sapphire watching her every move. I have seen myself at the head of an army. An army of wolves, of stags, trampling over flayed corpses. His eyes sought hers then. I saw the she-wolf in a burned hall, with a man at her side, offering the north to me. He put his hands on her shoulders, squeezing lightly. I have seen all of these things, burning so brightly... will they come to pass?
Thread: || her hymn || {Tune & Red}

RE her hymn Tune Red Melisandre stared up into the kings eyes while he spoke. Azor Ahai reborn A man who would lead this world out of darkness. The flames had shown her that. And when the king needed relief When he needed to clear his mind, she was there to assist him. She was not his wife, but no act in service to the Lord of Light was considered a sin. If Stannis needed her flesh, then her flesh he would have. She would not question his reasons nor deny him. As Stannis revealed to her what visions Rhllor had shown him, a wide grin broke out over her face. She gently removed his hands from her shoulders, keeping just one in her grasp, and led him over to the fire. Look into the flames. She still held his hand, and squeezed it tightly. The Lord of Light has shown you your victory. You will drive out the flayed men, you will claim the seat of the North. Winterfell will fly the banners of the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms. Her hand slowly began to slide up his arm, until it rested on his shoulder, when Melisandre leaned in close and began to whisper into Stannis ear. The she-wolf is the key to your victory. Not just in the North, but to claim your kingdom. You will need her. The houses of the North will come to her. They will do as she commands. Melisandres lips brushed against the kings earlobe and her tongue flicked out for a taste. She will offer the North to you When you take her as your wife.
Thread: || her hymn || {Tune & Red}

RE her hymn Tune Red Stannis never worried that she would think him unreasonable in what he saw. The flames revealed all, and she knew this. She encouraged him not only to reveal, but to act. His closed mouth still worked silently once he'd finished speaking to her, waiting for a reaction. It was, as usual, a warm one. The king was led to the fire by his red woman, though even her beauty could not distract him from what he saw in those flames. The Lord of Light promised much, and Stannis Baratheon was no man to plunge headlong into a half-planned scheme based on what he saw in a hearth. What the flames did, however, was show him that it was possible... so long as he tread carefully. I'll have the bastard of Bolton flayed, he intoned grimly. The north will come to me, come to Winterfell and swear fealty... and those who do not will pay the price. If they would not swear to their true king, then he had no use for them. Better to burn their keeps to the ground than suffer potential usurpers. She whispered of the wolf pup's usefulness, and he did listen... for a time. My wife? He sounded confused, teeth bared as he turned to eye her. Even the lick of tongue was not so much to distract him from the absurdity. I'll do no such thing. She'll rule with her brother, once I've seated him in Winterfell. Without their fool brother declaring himself king in the north, they'll return to the king's peace. My peace, he said, putting a finger to his breast. They'll bring the loyal lords of the north to me, and together we'll sweep the south.
Thread: || her hymn || {Tune & Red}

RE her hymn Tune Red His reaction did not surprise her. He turned his head and his body shifted she let it. He was confused. Even Rhollrs Azor Ahai reborn would have doubts from time to time. That was why the Lord of Light had sent her here to guide him. He would lead the people out of the darkness slowly creeping in around them but first, she would lead him to realize his full potential, and part of that potential was tied to the she wolf. Jon Snow is dead. She reached into her robes and pulled forth a frayed piece of parchment. My contacts on the Wall sent me this just before I came to you. The last wolf of Winterfell was slain by his brothers of the Nights Watch. He lies in a cold, shallow grave, rotting into the ice. He is no more. She gave him the letter so that he could read it himself, stepping aside and moving closer to the fire. There are only two left. One is far away The other rests in your care. Melisandre stuck her hand into the flames, letting them lick her skin. They did no damage, just warmed her skin and brought her closer to her Lord of Light. The she-wolf is young. She has many years ahead of her. Rhollr will give her many children. She glanced at him over her shoulder. Your children. Sons. Tangible sons that will grow to become men who will succeed you as King of the Seven Kingdoms. Melisandre pulled her hand back from the flames and brushed past Stannis, idly walking over to the war table where a large map of Westeros was displayed with figures to represent the many armies. One in particular caught her eye the head of a direwolf, purposely knocked over to symbolize the demise of Robb Stark. She picked it up and presented it to Stannis, holding it in the palm of her hand. Seize the she-wolf. Rhllor wills it. The blood of Azor Ahai and the First Men will become one. Your army of wolves and stags will sweep over the land and destroy all who oppose them, driving back the darkness. Stannis This power stands before you She looked at the direwolf figurine. You need only take it.