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Thread: Loyally Yours [Screaming_Louder x DaShou]

Okay, I could help you in completing your wish. However, the haircut will not be needed. I am a basilisk, therefore can just shorten my hair as so, he said, nodding once. He watched as Lothaire got out of the tub and dried up. As he was getting dressed, Anatoly drained the tub and put all the soaps and shampoos in the cabinet. But before I do go on this shopping spree, I would need to know when to leave and what objects my master would like He looked over to Lothaire as he straightened out his uniform, dusting it off a bit. As he waited for his answer, he walked out of the room and lead Lothaire to the dining hall. He quietly observed the area as he walked, making sure everything was in as perfect condition as possible. He needed no flaws in his masters manor. However, the biggest flaw was soon to happen. Once Anatoly had reached the dining hall, he felt a small, spine-tingling feeling. He didnt think much of it at the moment, but once the food was being set out for Lothaire by the other servants, it got worse. His body was doing his weekly regression---his true basilisk form. Before any changes on the outside occurred, Anatoly turned towards Lothaire, motioning for him to sit and enjoy breakfast. I will not be attending you at this breakfast sir I must wait back in my chamber for a few minutes. Please, for your safety and others, do not enter the room, he said with a dark smile. Then, with that, he left the lord to eat at his lonesome. Once he was back at his servants quarters, he locked the door behind him after making sure no one else was there. Then the changes swooped over him
Thread: Loyally Yours [Screaming_Louder x DaShou]

Alright. You can have it how ever you want, he told him calmly as he finished dressing. Going over to his desk he scribbled down everything they needed as well as a few items he desiered. It was best since the other was gonig into town to have him get the things he wanted and had ordered from a few stores. Especially the book store. Thee was a list of books that he had ordered for more personal things. Like more things he and Anatoly could do together in private when the others were away or to busy to ask where the butler was. As soon as he was done he handed it over to the other before allowing himself to be lead to the dinnnig room. Everything looked okay so far, not that he needed everything to be perfect. But it always seemed that it had to be for him. Sitting down he looked at the other as he told him he wouldn't be joining him for breakfast. It must of ment that it was that time of the week. Watching the other go he ate rather quickly before getting up and quitely going to the other's room. Lothaire listened in on the other before raising his fist. He was interested in how the other looked in his basilisk form. Knocking on the door he ordered that the other unlock the door and let him in. As soon as he did he let himself in and locked the door. It's not normal for you to miss breakfast, he told him as he looked up. Seeing the other though how he was he licked his lips ever so slightly. How could it be that the other just had to look so sexy like that? It was hard to resist him.
Thread: Loyally Yours [Screaming_Louder x DaShou]

Anatoly had backed away from the door, going to the farthest corner he could. He hadnt quite fully transformed otherwise he wouldnt still have the shape of a human body. Instead, his skin was a midnight black, and his eyes were radiant with colors. His tongue, which constantly came out with each gasp he took, was long like a snakes, even slit at the tip and a nice shade of dark blue. His fingernails turned into reddish claws and he had a long tail that twisted and turned around the whole room and was adorned with colorful feathers. On his back there were two large wings that looked like they couldve belonged to a tropical bird as they were as colorful as the feathers on his tail. Even Anatolys face had a few feathers sticking out from his skin. He was, of course, nude because of the fact his clothes wouldve ripped by the time he reached full form. He looked over to Lothaire, crawling over to him a little bit before stopping, twitching from a spark that went through him. Then he looked up with the colorful eyes and locked onto Lothaire. Yesss Masssster.? He said, his voice slightly like a snakes.
Thread: Loyally Yours [Screaming_Louder x DaShou]

Lothaire looked down at the other, touching his face lightly. Anatoly looked so captivating it was hard to believe that he had hidden from him like this. Kneeling down to eye level his hand went from the other's face and to his crotch. Rubbing it gently he kissed the other's lips. To think that you tried to hide this from me. I think for punishment I'll take you like this, he grinned as he picked the other up and brought him over to the bed. Laying him down he crawled over the other and kissed him again. Then he kissed the other's senstive spot on his neck, nibblnig and sucking on it to tease him. You're just to seductive like this, he whispered against his skin.
Thread: Loyally Yours [Screaming_Louder x DaShou]

Anatoly grunted a little as his crotch was suddenly grabbed and rubbed. He let out a small hiss to Lothaire as he heard his punishment, using his snake tongue to gently lick the side of Lothaires face as he carried him to the bed. When Lothaire climbed over on top of him, he just kept his eyes on him quietly and wrapped his tail around Lothaires leg. Anatoly let out a few moans as Lothaire began to rain kisses and nibbles on his neck, growing hard. Is there anything you wisssh for me to do, Massster? He whispered back, his long tongue brushing against Lothaires lips.
Thread: Loyally Yours [Screaming_Louder x DaShou]

Lothaire grinned ever so slightly towards the other male. Thinking about it he slid his hand downwards, feeling for the other's entrance. Don't hold back, He ordered as he slid his finger into the other's entrance. And tell me if it hurts, he added as he kissed the other's neck. After all I don't want to hurt my favorite servant. Sliding in a second finger he began to make siccoring motions to get the other streached a little before he added a third.
Thread: The Boss's Daughter

Frankie Dupraz had only been in town for three weeks, and already he was working for a man that he didn't want to be associated with. The man's name was Giovanni Gennaro -- a criminal. But the gangster had offered Frankie decent money, and only a fool would turn it down -- especially considering that he was desperate for cash. The Police had been on his back since he arrived. A detective named Greenwood had been pestering him for answers about his newly-formed relationship with Giovanni, but none were going the detective's way. Frankie managed to remain quiet for now, but how much longer could he hold his tongue? They'd find something, they'd dig a little too deep for his liking and come up with something they could drag him back to the station for. A speck of evidence, a piece of paper with both their names or a nice little photograph of Frankie and Giovanni discussing a ball game. Anything. Frankie had to watch out. Right now, he sat in a car outside of the Gennaro household. His first job was a simple task which made Frankie wonder why one of the man's own bodyguards couldn't do it instead. So he was taxi-ing the daughter because she wanted to go somewhere, and Frankie was being paid to drive her there. What was he complaining about? It was an easy job, and nothing could honest go wrong. The vehicle itself was a nice, black sedan that belonged to Giovanni and had probably been paid for by blood money or dirty notes. What had he got himself in to?
Thread: Father /daughter play time

olderstud52 said Perhaps a willing female participant will step in Father daughter play time Pacing the floor in the den once again, waiting for my 17 year old daughter to return from her date with the school stud. I had not be home to see what you wore out tonight to tease the boy, but I bet it has been off and back on at least once tonight. Mom has left for her overnight business trip, leaving me to try to discipline you once again. She has told me of the wild drinking parties you attend most weekends, and the outrageous clothing you try to pass off as fashionable. I wander the halls of our empty house, recalling how I often catch glances of your young nubile body as you dash from shower to your bedroom, clad only in a fluffy towel hastily wrapped around you. I must admit my arousal at the frequent sight, and as I pass your closed bedroom door, I pause. What the hell I think, and upon opening it, I see what Mom has told me about the state of your room. Clothes piled on the floor, panties and bras discarded in the area of the laundry basket, but none seem to make it in. I pick up one lacy bra, and imagine it on your budding breasts,.. and turning it over, I struggle to make out the cup size without success, but my interest is rising as I toss it in the hamper for washing. Then, I hear the key turning to unlock the front door, and I make my way to the hallway, closing the bedroom door behind me. Click to expand... If it's alright, could this continue over PM's?
Thread: Father /daughter play time

SimplySimpleSeka said olderstud52 said Perhaps a willing female participant will step in Father daughter play time Pacing the floor in the den once again, waiting for my 17 year old daughter to return from her date with the school stud. I had not be home to see what you wore out tonight to tease the boy, but I bet it has been off and back on at least once tonight. Mom has left for her overnight business trip, leaving me to try to discipline you once again. She has told me of the wild drinking parties you attend most weekends, and the outrageous clothing you try to pass off as fashionable. I wander the halls of our empty house, recalling how I often catch glances of your young nubile body as you dash from shower to your bedroom, clad only in a fluffy towel hastily wrapped around you. I must admit my arousal at the frequent sight, and as I pass your closed bedroom door, I pause. What the hell I think, and upon opening it, I see what Mom has told me about the state of your room. Clothes piled on the floor, panties and bras discarded in the area of the laundry basket, but none seem to make it in. I pick up one lacy bra, and imagine it on your budding breasts,.. and turning it over, I struggle to make out the cup size without success, but my interest is rising as I toss it in the hamper for washing. Then, I hear the key turning to unlock the front door, and I make my way to the hallway, closing the bedroom door behind me. Click to expand... If it's alright, could this continue over PM's? Click to expand... Yes this will continue over PM's
Thread: Father /daughter play time

aww she bet me too it
Thread: Father /daughter play time

I sent you the PM also, if you are interested.
Thread: Repeating History. (A fandom craving.)

RE A couple of Ideas I'm up for either one!
Thread: Repeating History. (A fandom craving.)

RE A couple of Ideas Cool, pm me with your thoughts on how you would like to work them in .
Thread: Repeating History. (A fandom craving.)

RE A couple of Ideas Now would this evil sorceress be manipulative, seductive and bitchy or would she just be evil yet still bend over fore any well toned male?
Thread: Repeating History. (A fandom craving.)

RE A couple of Ideas Manipulative Yes Seductive Ish Bitchy Probably not. Condescending maybe. Evil Not quite Bend over No Think Ice Queen. Creative punishments for annoying her are a possibility though.
Thread: Repeating History. (A fandom craving.)

RE Aquatransexual A fandom craving. Bumping for updatecomplete rework.
Thread: Repeating History. (A fandom craving.)

RE Aquatransexual A fandom craving. At what time period? Does he get discovered by falling into the fountain with Haruhi's bookback? Or the waterguns, buckets, beaches, and pools that often pop up?
Thread: Repeating History. (A fandom craving.)

RE Aquatransexual A fandom craving. For Ranma, I would probably like it to be set post-manga. For Ouran, I'd like to discuss that with my partner as I would probably let them handle most of the Ouran side. As for discovery, I thought it might be fun to keep it quiet and not let the students actually see the change as it occurs. That way, they would just see some girl running around in a baggy boys uniform from time to time and engage her as a seperate character, at first anyway.
Thread: Repeating History. (A fandom craving.)

RE Aquatransexual A fandom craving. Bumping for updatedness!
Thread: Repeating History. (A fandom craving.)

RE Aquatransexual A fandom craving. Updated
Thread: Repeating History. (A fandom craving.)

RE Aquatransexual A fandom craving. Bumpity
Thread: Repeating History. (A fandom craving.)

RE Aquatransexual A fandom craving. Updated with a new ideamini plot
Thread: I'm in need of a cure for my boredom and a distraction.

Bump because I edited it.
Thread: I'm in need of a cure for my boredom and a distraction.

DangerDays said Bump. Click to expand... Well I am sitting here bored as well and looking for someone to roleplay and it is hard to find someone who is willing to create a story. I have ideas and willing to listen to yours to see if we can create an adventure that we will both like. Just let me know! Thanks!
Thread: Fixitfixitfixitfixit

My mindscape is different from yours. Because there are things fighting for control. Things tht I don't think I can control. I've stopped hitting the a key as hard as I should lately. I had to go back and hit it a bunch of times. Maybe I should start with what my mind scape looks like. This is called my Sacred Space, It's a place in my head that I will always remember. It's a circular field, with mountains at the edges, creating a perfectly circular valley. In the middle of the valley is a set of stairs, as if someone had dug them out, then replanted the grass and let it grow. If I walk down the stairway, I'll come to a cavern. The walls are all smooth, except the pillar jutting from the roof , down into the water. I always jumped, diving right into the water. The bottom is as smooth as the rest of the cave, and in the middle of the room there is a tunnel that goes on for a while. The tunnel emerges into a hidden cave. Once, it was a grotto, with a hole big enough for the moon to shine through. Now this area is infested with a spider that looks like someone tore a chunk out of the sky. It just watches me as I float, wondering and pondering him, our eyes locking for long periods of time. I've given names to my emotions. It's funny, Makes me feel a little more crazy and I do like that feeling. Slade is my anger. He's ever present, standing over my shoulder, watching as I type, whispering thoughts into my head. I agree with him alot, his views are my views, he's the part of me who was always there. Told me to be angry when my father told me we couldn't take Max along. Told me to be angry whenever something didn't go my way. Told me to act like my father, to emulate him in every way I could. He's the part of me that wanted to be like my dad. Then there is Tavrin and Salael. Tavrin was my muse. Is my muse. She showed up when I was young and told me to read. When I found out about the internet? She helped me stumble upon the Neopets boards. She drove me to write and push my limits as far as I could. She also pushed me to make some friends, to learn how to draw, to keep pushing me even when I didn't want to move. Salael is a more recent part of me, who was probably always there even when I didn't know it. She's a snake, my Spirit Guide. She coils around me and tells me to cry when i need to. SHe bit me twice upon meeting me, I was kind of surprised but I probably deserved it. I saw her but made no movements to acknowledge her. Ocassionally Thomas will show up. I don't know if I named my sadness after my Middle name or my Great Grandfather, but that's his name. Ocassionally he'll bitch slap me upside the head and tell me to cry. I need to cry alot, I used to do it alot when I was a kid, but now I don't, and maybe what I need is to cry. Go somewhere quiet and just have a break down. I'm sure it would be good for me to be perfectly honest. I just wish the fighting would stop. I wish Slade wasn't always winning. Wish Tavrin could push me into things more. Wish Thomas would just kick my ass already. Sometimes I wish I'd just lose my head, and just spaz the fuck out. Curl up into a ball and bawl my eyes out.
Thread: Fixitfixitfixitfixit

Crying is so cathartic, both literally and otherwise. Perhaps you should just let go and allow those tears to spill. No one will think less of you for that, that's for sure. And if they do? Heh! Then they're just not being honest with themselves. Anyway, it's interesting that you've personified your major emotions. I can see how that might help you try to understand them and the like. I do hope you're able to find those common grounds with them all. Letting the ones shine that need to and gaining control over the ones that might need some reining in. So.... here's to all that. And I wish you luck.
Thread: Fixitfixitfixitfixit

I find it easier to deal with things when I personify them. For the longest time one of my characters, Numbatwe, was my anger, until I made him into a character, who I changed... radically. He's not an angry beast anymore, to say the least. I tried to do the same thing wit Slade, and sort of completely failed, probably because he's not so much a character as he is a split personality, on the character who is the most like me out of the whole lot. Not very smart on my part I suppose. It's hard to get a reign on my own emotions, especially when it takes so much effort for me to do so. I mean, the other day I basically pissed off Vicodin, BD AND Hahvoc for no reason. I seriously don't know why I was in such a bad mood but it was so palpable that I didn't even think of pulling myself out of it. Maybe I should personify my defensiveness so I can beat her into bloody pulp or something. I get defensive pretty quickly. Most of my life i've been told by one person or another that something I like sucks, so I tend to give anyone who says so a big FUCK YOU about it. Alot of my problems stem from my father, and this is one of the many that do. I've always taken alot of pride in the things I like, but never anything I do. I defend games, movies, books, music and the like as though i'd made them myself. In fact, if you told me something along the lines of Ps3 is better than Xbox 360 I'd probably burn your eyebrows off with my hate, it's really that bad. ALot of the things i do, I always second guess, and I generaly feel like it's not good enough. I'm pretty insecure, overall. I mean, even when i'm fighting something that i'm i90 sure about, 10 of me is telling me that i'm wrong nd that I should shut tup. I mean, the incident with GP and Lacey, I felt like I was doing something wrong even though Lace was being a complete cunting whore. I guess that's all I have to say for now.
Thread: Fixitfixitfixitfixit

Maybe personifying your defenses would indeed be a good thing. Who knows... the only way to know is to try and then see what happens. After all, if it doesn't, you're no worse off than you are at present in having to face them and work with them. I understand insecurity and have had my own share of problems growing up. Yes, they differ from yours, but they were problems nonetheless. It's interesting how different people process and cope with various things. All we can do as adults is try to take a step back and analyze and then be proactive about fixing things or working on things if it's needed. EEEP! DG... I'd refrain from name calling and pointing fingers and such. That sort of thing doesn't typically help and can sometimes cause more issues for you down the line. Just a friendly suggestion. Glad to see you doing this though. I'm proud of you.
Thread: Fixitfixitfixitfixit

To be perfectly honest, I don't care. Lacey and her Mods are so biased and retarded that they pretty much deserve every ounce of rage that I could possibly throw at them. Well this is sort of like my own therap-whteveric box here I guess. I get to talk about myself and not feel like a tool for it. I'm sort of irritated at my brother because apparently I was tearing our Family apart, and i was being selfish because I was looking to the past to find out where I screwed up, where things were bad for me and how I need to fix or tweak things in myself. I mean, He's my brother yet I hate him with a rage that makes the Angry Marines look like pussies. It's not even an outright, flagrant ire that drives me to hurt people. It's a cold, seething rage that makes each word I speak towards him feel like venom. I think I need to learn how to take compliments better too, because whenever someone says something to me Like BD telling me I was cute . I tend to disagree with them in any way that I can.
Thread: Fixitfixitfixitfixit

Well, disagreeing with a compliment is probably one of the most common things people do. Sometimes I think people do it because they are secretly loving the attention but afraid to come off as such and therefore disagree to 1 get more compliments and 2 to get reassurances. And then there are times where it's pretty clear that the person is honestly uncomfortable getting compliments. You definitely fall as the second there. Though, I have to agree with BD. You are cute! Embrace it! lol. Nothing wrong with that at all. I'm sorry to hear about the family nonsense. Maybe you can talk to your mother? I'm not sure of the dynamic you have with them all, but there has to be someone you can turn to. If not, maybe an extended relative? Hell, even a close family friend? Again, not sure of the situation, just throwing out options as they come to me. But anyway, regardless of what anyone says, it's good that you're digging into your past to sort of see where things started to change for you, where your reactions and outlook on life changed, etc. I think that could be helpful for you on some, if not several, levels. Keep at it. And maybe one day you and your brother can get along too. You never know.............
Thread: Fixitfixitfixitfixit

Eh, you didn't piss me off. It takes a lot to piss me off. Sure, I didn't particularly enjoy that day, and I did feel bad for the way that day ended. But I don't enjoy avoiding people and being awkward around them because I refuse to talk to them. Its the internet. Everyone has issues. As long as the people who realized they've done something wrong feel sorry for it, I don't see the point in holding grudges. Keep up the writing in the journal, sometimes it can help even if there is no one that listens to it.