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Thread: For Her (JustASweetBoy and AnnaBeth Belle)

Wordlessly she put her hand on Chris' upper arm, squeezing slightly, and looked into his blue eyes. Her own were dark and sympathetic, searching his to see just how far the hurt went and wondering what had happened to make a woman leave a child as sweet as he must have been. There was some drama there that ran deep and she'd figure it out. Neighbors were horrible gossips most of the time and she made a vow to get to know them so she could find out the truth about the Hansons. One more squeeze and she let go, then brushed Chri's hair out of his face before patting his cheek. Okay, here's what we need. She took a paint swatch she'd decided not to use and turned it over, writing the list on the back with a Sharpie then adding her cell phone number. Run home and either get these out of your pantry or run to the store real quick. Here, she plucked her pocketbook out of her purse and fished out a 20 and placed it in his hand. Tell your dad thank you for the cookies but don't hurt his feelings, okay? See you soon, sugar, she said and walked Chris to the door. As he left she watched him walk down the drive, once again admiring his trim body and his tight, spankable ass. He was just precious.
Thread: For Her (JustASweetBoy and AnnaBeth Belle)

Chris retracted slightly at her touch, he often described himself as Not much of a hugger physical contact was not his forte. The word sugar didn't hit him till he had left the house, but while walking home he felt it stay with him, sitting in his mind, and on his tounge. He recalled a teacher, and a waitress at a local diner using the same expression, but something about her, the way she spoke with a mix of authority and sweetness, even... seductiveness? Chris shook his head, this was absolutely absurd. He opened the door to his house, his father, supposedly, upstairs in the office. Hey dad! Our neighbor's name is Ms. Miller, she uh, liked the cookies! ... I'm gonna head back over there and... help her with some stuff ... Dad I'm gay! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY!? Just making sure you're alive! PIECE OF SHIT! The young man diligently went down the list, grabbing the various ingredients, before making it to the bottom to see... his heart skipped a beat, she wrote her number. He shook his head again, it was becoming a habit. After regaining his composure, he carried the ingredients back over. Hey, here's the stuff, and your 20
Thread: For Her (JustASweetBoy and AnnaBeth Belle)

You're such a good boy, Angela said when she let Chris back in the house, also noticing how this time he left his shoes where they were supposed to be. It wasn't hard to inventory what he'd brought, she could see all of it in his hands, and he'd come back almost before she could get started unpacking again. Go set them out where they belong, Chris - or is it Christopher? she asked and pointed towards the kitchen with her whole hand instead of just a finger. Go ahead and put the oven on 375, she called, turning towards the hallway away from the kitchen after she shut the front door. And start measuring out the ingredients, sweetie. I'll be right back. Angela favored him with a smile and went into what must be the master bedroom and shut the door behind her.
Thread: For Her (JustASweetBoy and AnnaBeth Belle)

Chris is fine he managed to push out as she walked away. Chris had to take another breath. Good boy? What was he a dog? And yet, he couldn't help but feel good. This was wrong, he shouldn't be thinking these things. He diligently went about measuring each ingredient, and preparing the oven.
Thread: Godzilla: Aftermath

So... basically is a post-apocalyptic scenario in which while a few survivors escapes the ruined city, the world watches and prepares for doom... or everything has already been obliterated and the world shivers in fear of what had just happened? I imagine the latter, as... otherwise will be a stroll outside town... Anyway, i could be interested in a group play.
Thread: Godzilla: Aftermath

Sounds cool. I would be interested if we get a few people for this.
Thread: Godzilla: Aftermath

I wouldn't mind giving this a shot. I love the idea of this setting.
Thread: Godzilla: Aftermath

Okay I've been out on vacations but I'm back full force. It seems that there are four of us, unless someone dropsjoins. As I said I'm versatile when it comes to characters so I can play a character of any kind or orientation. Any ideas of what kind of character do you want to play?
Thread: Godzilla: Aftermath

Hmm, there is a multitude of different characters I could play. Though to get the ball rolling, I'm thinking of a straight male in his mid to late 30s, possibly ex-military. This isn't set in stone, however.
Thread: Godzilla: Aftermath

I'll probably play a late 20s to early 30s straight woman that worked on an administrative post on the government and watched first line the bureaucracy and poor choices impede a proper evacuation. Now she's looking for her sister in that sea of rubble and ashes. But as I said, I'm willing to fill the gaps if we end of too much of one kind of character.
Thread: Godzilla: Aftermath

Well, While i surely favour female characters, i would not mind using a male one. Depending on the demand as well... Afterall, in a destroyed cityword, people can just barely struggle to survive or go unleashed and create kingdoms looking at Fallout scenarios
Thread: Godzilla: Aftermath

The game didn't get the momentum I wanted, so I'll repurpose it. Maybe I'll make a different pitch in the future, but for now consider this closed, sorry.
Thread: Godzilla: Aftermath

Ah, okay then
Thread: Godzilla: Aftermath

Sounds interesting, still looking?
Thread: Spoils of War (Morcleon x Lady Arachnia)

Outside House Dyrath Grounds Telarys Rilyn'und, Matriarch of House Rilyn'und, was a cheerful drow, as much as anyone in the Underdark was ever cheerful. Known as the Grand Shadowcrafter to her house, Hellborn Tel though never to her face to the city, and oh-god-it's-her-run to her enemies, she decided that she had every right to be overly happy today. After all, today was the day she had formally defeated House Dyrath in their bloody civil war. And now, she eagerly anticipated her spoils of war. For the entirety of the war, Telarys had had her eyes on the Matriarch of House Dyrath. A worthy rival, she would make for a fine prize. As she strode through the city streets, she gave her appearance one last checkup before arriving on House Dyrath's lands. Her magical blue cuirass and cape gleamed in the faint lights of the Underdark and her hair was carefully groomed into her normal ponytail and secured with an artful silver clasp. Though carrying nothing, she was still as dangerous as if she was fully armed. Finally arriving on the grounds of House Dyrath, she grinned and walked in as if she owned the place.
Thread: Spoils of War (Morcleon x Lady Arachnia)

Matron mother Nyalice Dyrath was a coy and cunning beast, something that came with her position. She wasn't young though compared to most other Matron mothers she most certainly was. She and her house had risen quickly after her mother's... accident. Her older siblings had met an equally unfortunate and tragic end some days later leaving only a grieving priestess left with a house all to her own. They had needed to go, they'd displeased Lolth and only Nyalice knew the way back in to her graces. Truly Nyalice was blessed by the great mother and mistress of spiders. No one could deny her position now and nobody could stop her ascent... at least that what she'd thought. Despite everything it looked as though she'd been too blind to see things as they were, how she slipped out of Lolth's favour as the spider queen favoured another house. As such here she was standing in the ruins of her large complex, her sons and daughters dead or captured, her mate slain and her warriors either bleeding on the ground or turning their cloaks to side with her despised rival. She was on her knees now with blood coming out of the corner of her mouth and dripping down on to her stained purple robes. Her eyes were filled with a hatred that burned within. Her hair was white and shaved on one side while the other hung down to her shoulders. Her scourge had been stripped from her and she remained with only her elaborate robes garbed in the style of the spider queen, beaten and exhausted. She'd fought hard and killed many but she'd not been able to call upon the powers of her patron, that was when she knew she was in trouble.
Thread: Spoils of War (Morcleon x Lady Arachnia)

House Dyrath Grounds Sweeping her gaze across the decimated complex of House Dyrath complete with spattered blood and broken bodies, Telarys shivered in anticipation, brushing her hands across her starlit robe to dry them of the sweat that had gathered there. It had been so long since the start of the war that she had lost hope of ever winning at times. Even so, she kept persevering and plotting, and the Dark Seldarine had seen fit to grant her victory. She gestured to the gates, pushing them open with a cantrip. It would not do to dirty her appearance when wrapping things up, after all. With one last deep breath, she walked inside. Making her way toward the ruined complex, she closed her eyes briefly, remembering the battles fought here and the brave and cunning children of her house who had died here to make this moment possible. A noble sacrifice. And not in vain either, she murmured to herself as she approached. Now then, let's find that Nyalice, shall we? Telarys strode purposefully into the ruins, heading directly toward the other drow matron's position. She stopped several feet away, standing tall and proud and arrogant in the full regalia of her house. Her silver eyes flashed eagerly as she tilted her head forward and laughed mockingly. Ah, dear Nyalice... you look so delectable, broken and bloodied like that. This is what happens when you stand against me. You did do a fine job of destroying this place though, so I suppose I will have to try a bit harder to salvage what I can. However, all of your belongings pale in comparison to the true prize. You.
Thread: Request for RP partners

I have a pair of ideas that I am looking for someone to play out with. Both will involve a story line to follow and is not based solely on the sexual aspect of it though it is included. Please note I will be playing the female roles unless I have stated otherwise, or you are really wanting to play the female. I am only giving a brief summary of the idea, as I don't want to become a victim of plagiarism P So lemme know through PM More chance of a reply and I will get back to you as soon as possible Idea 1 Legends tells of a beast so ferocious and vile that even the bravest of knights shudder at the thought of it's presence. Believed to be part-man part-dragon, farmers fear the wellness of their livestock,crops and lives as the beast has been known to steal more than just a bite. It is believed that it has ended the life of many men to satisfy it's hunger. This RP involves two different outcomes depending on the female character I play. PM me to know of both options. Idea 2 Every Alpha needs a mate to lead the pack with. It is seen as weak by some when an Alpha cannot provide the pack with offspring through his mate, and so his mission is dependant on finding her. However, female werewolves are in dwindling numbers and finding one is not so simple. When you are faced with this situation, you must improvise. This RP also involves two different outcomes depending on the female character I play
Thread: Please make my aching boobs expand and pop

Bumpsies. w
Thread: Please make my aching boobs expand and pop

Bumpy Bumpy! 3
Thread: Please make my aching boobs expand and pop

Keeping the bumpies going! 3
Thread: Beauty & the Beast (Saber x Evette)

The Monster of Borovia, it almost had a pleasant sound to it. He certainly preferred king but Monster wasnt the worst thing one could be called. And a monster to the enemy, could still be a hero to those he fights for, and he was not one to stand idle. In matters of war, he fought at the front, and earned a name that was whispered in fear by knight and soldier. But in times of peace, monsters had to be set aside, beasts had to be locked up, and caged. Not so easy to undertake this when that monster was a king, but there was a two faced nature about his little title. One of the faces simply rested on the throne, his dark hair framing a sharp, somewhat typical Borovian face. Sharp features, that typical black hair, a stern gaze almost unbefitting one his age. But, he carried himself with dignity and pride all the same, his royal fashion more subtle compared to the extravagance that other kingdoms had. As one of his servants tapped upon the throne room door and arrived, it was a young courier, his hair somewhat of a mess as he arrived and knelt. My lord, the princess should just be arriving now, I rode alongside her and was told to alert you when she arrived. Looking the man over with one eye, the lord soon sat up straight, his hand setting aside the papers he had been reading. Thank you for your service. I assume shes being brought directly here? King Gabriel asked, rising as he looked to the window that saw over the courtyard. Borovian architecture was not vibrant and colorful, but it had its charm. A gothic style, rising peaks and darker colors, but meant to be evocative in their own way. Steeped doors, stained glass windows, a simpler and darker beauty that was their way of emulating their nations lands. Dark forests, vicious beasts, rays of hope sometimes fleeting... But always there. Clad in darker clothes himself, Gabriel carried on with simple dignified grace, and as the butler announced him, he turned from the window, his gaze turning toward the princess, his queen to be. It is a pleasure to meet you, Princess. The accent was there, but muted in comparison to the knights she rode with, or the servants who greeted her. It was a charming voice, confident and warm, friendly... But he was king, and he did not mince words, nor show humility.
Thread: Beauty & the Beast (Saber x Evette)

The architecture reminded the Princess of something darkly, with living, organic curves and tall, yawning entry-ways. Of buttresses that supported impossibly tall archways and keystones so far from reach, she could hardly see them. And it was as if each click of her heel lead her further into the mouth of some formidable beast. But the Lady Quintessa continued on bravely, finding the small kernel of resolve in her ribs that reminded her she was from. The strong Arkan hesitage that reminded her that even in her father's capitulation, there was victory if she could reach her hands into the heart of a King. And so she did her duty, bowed demurely before ever resting eyes on the creature that was Gabriel of Borovia. There was no mistake in his Kingliness. Spartan and svelte in his attire where the Arkans loved their lace and nouveau. Dark colors that were so contrary to Arka's rich yellows and blossoming golds. And from beneath her thick lashes, she drank him in-- all of him. And he was lovely, she acquiesced. Lovely in all the ways that forest fires might be lovely-- better in the distance than to be feared up close. Fear rested on her bare shoulders like a new friend, wishing to be acquainted. Still, with all the saintliness of the Pope of Arka, she offered a curve of her red lips. Parts of her wanted to be all knives beneath, something dangerous for this man and his Kingly visage, but that was feudal and childish. Not yet. Not until the monster showed his teeth would she dare cut her own. I dare hope you will find that the treaty is fulfilled by the Kingdom of Arka, she said, not daring to mention the money raped from her kingdom's vaults, or the men her father sacrificed. No, it was but a Queen that quenched these hungers of war. And we may have peace?
Thread: Beauty & the Beast (Saber x Evette)

The kingdom itself did not seem to be a happy place if such a thing was normal. There was an air of baroqueness even to the armor of the guards in the castle, no gleaming tabards or knightly crests, rather gray steel and well crafted arms at their sides, an ornate armor that belied the simplicity of it. Each set of main doors were looming and impressive, looking as if they were built for something far larger than mere mortals angels, or even demons perhaps. But once in the throne room, it was a different matter. Stained glass windows decorated parts of the walls, with a few being normal and clear glass to see the inner courtyard and lands beyond. With spring dawning, the clear sky outside shone in giving a more natural light for the king to stand in, strands of black hair illuminated by the corona behind him. Princess Quintessa. As Gabriel approached, his boots tapped against hard stone floor, and then the carpet that draped a single striped area of the floor, from throne to door. Again, there was a lack of grandeur, almost intentionally so aside from the stained glass, and a few simple portraits. Even the throne itself was wooden, finely crafted in a red hued timber, but lacking in grand ornate metals or jewelry. Your father accepted my terms to his surrender. My armies have withdrawn. The small smile that drew across his features was earnest, almost enthused in a way. The war is over. You are to be my betrothed. I have no desire to strike against your people anymore. Arkans is free, its people can be at peace. As can mine. He took a few steps back to the throne, yet did not rest on it. I suppose that does not set the mind at ease. Until recently, our people were enemies. I invaded your lands. I do not claim to be a good man nor do I expect you to believe me even if I said that. But I am to be your husband, and I intend to treat my future queen with all the respect and love that I can. In time, I hope you can see my people, as yours. There was much to say, his mind racing as he went from thought to thought. Surely she could not be happy with this arrangement, surely she held rightful resentment against him. But no matter what the case was, he sighed out somewhat, knowing things must be taken one step at a time.
Thread: Beauty & the Beast (Saber x Evette)

She considered his statement, weighed the value of his words and wondered, with the utmost vigilance was that integrity... even honesty there? And she looked up at the beast of Borovia, at his dark eyes and curve of his mouth and wondered how many times he had been cruel to her people. She saturated herself in the blood shed and not shed, with this betrothal, and there was a dark lacquer about her eyes. Something beneath the hazel color and miles deep. And he approached her with largeness, commanding the room's attention with the smallest of gestures. His subjects seemed loyal, his house the most guarded she could ask for. And while it was so contrary to her, it was beautiful. But there was something about him that was hidden in plain sight, something quite terrifying that she could not quite place in his presence-- sharing the same oxygen. The Monster of Borovia, she reminded herself. She was to be with this man. And he was appealing, in all physical senses of the word. With his wide shoulders and jawline she could drag her teeth across. It was a small flame of feeling, one that rested in her spine and burned low and properly ignored. She had wanted man, oh how that desire was there. To find a man of quality had been hard pressed. Amidst her turning down every princeling who thought himself brave for fighting six months in a father's war, or thought money was worth more than the price of power. She could see them plainly, living through a decade of savagery, watching her father fall apart before her. Oh how she had found eyes. Thank you, she said the two words with the weight of a nation atop them. For your honesty, your Majesty, she addressed again. He didn't pretend to be something he wasn't. He didn't try to flatter or gild the situation at hand. Truly, that was worth thanking. If nothing else. I am happy knowing my brothers and father will be safe, she said to him behind her mask of regency, not saying more on the subject. Not before her subjects that were still here. May we speak more privately, my Lord? she asked then, wishing to shed some of the bounds of publicity, feeling their eyes crawl on her like spiders. Searching for a weakness. A walk would be nice, wanting to find this King alone. Maybe she could see what he truly was.
Thread: Beauty & the Beast (Saber x Evette)

His subjects were loyal, guards standing firm and tall, servants seeming proud of their work in the castle. There were no slaves, no forced labor. The man seemed young for a king but chose his words well. As she approached he was briefly taken aback, but said nothing as she looked upon him. Still he smiled, a small gesture as his hands moved to behind his back, listening to her words. Despite one eye being covered by a leather patch, the other looked into her eyes with intensity for two. You are welcome. After a silence, he spoke, a few of the guards idly looking upon them, the rest undoubtedly hearing but saying or doing nothing in response. Gabriel was aware that in war, enemies were enemies and he had done enough savagery to see him hung were he an ordinary soldier. Honesty is what nobility should strive for, is it not? And were I to lie, it would be found out sooner or later. My deeds and history speak for themselves. She wanted somewhere private, and as he looked around, a finger pressed upon his chin. There are a few private places. I can have the courtyard emptied. The flowers are only now beginning to bloom, its quite beautiful. Or, if I may be blunt there are no rooms as quiet and secreted away as my room, my lady. Gabriel casually spoke, wondering how shed take such a blunt suggestion. It was innocent enough, but the invitation to his room was a rather direct one. Either way, I can make sure we have all the privacy in the world. There are many things id like to discuss with you as well.
Thread: Beauty & the Beast (Saber x Evette)

His single eye seemed to smolder as it held her own, brave and audacious in his own right. She couldn't help but find it admirable, even for all his savagery that proceeded him in their wars. Just like a man to give such lovely ideals and lack of subtleties. And the princess flustered a moment, unable to stop a smile that touched the edge of her lips in a truly innocent way. The servants were falling away, going about their duties and she found herself in a private space with the King. Her spine long and tall, and her chin tilted at an angle that was playful and coy. Now, in ways, she had him alone, and the power subtly shifted. You are too bold, My Lord. Know if I wished for such ideal privacy in your quarters, you will not find yourself wondering, she spoke thoughtfully, her voice hushed in that way for secrets or desires. She reached out a single gloved hand, taking his arm in the usual courting gesture. Quintessa enjoyed the weightiness of his bicep against her breast. It was a smallest of touches, one that left a curled heat dancing pleasantly down her spine. The flower garden will do. Shall you lead us? She asked, looking out the windows of her shoulder, the intricate laces of her dress wafting ghost-like behind her. Quintessa knew of her reputation as the Arka Princess, one that gave away the subtlest of wants in the curve of her smile, and asked for no-one. Her father so loved her, that he did not marry her off at fourteen, letting the cold Princess do as she willed for five years, and only to become a bride of Borovia. She was cunning, and she knew her worth as a Queen, but did not likely know his as King. She had expected a brute of a man, with a large beard and a belly. And here she was, embracing something else entirely. Tell me, your Majesty, she would not say-- 'My King' or even his name. Not daring to let such intimacy play on her tongue. You speak of honesty, is there anything you wish to know of me? I know I have my share of curiosities about the King of Borovia myself.