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Thread: Bound to a Reaper (Dimitri/Hana)

The feel of his hands on hers made her heart jump in her chest as well. His hands looked as if they would be cold, almost bony from how long and thin they were, but in actuality they made his touch tender, masculine, yet soft. Her hands remained in his when he brought them down to his lap, squeezing every once in a while in an assuring manner. Her smile seemed stuck on her face, to the point where it began to hurt her cheeks since itd been so long since she expressed such joy on her face. After he told her his real name, She briefly tore her gaze from his, looking to the side as her smile turned sheepish when her cheeks began to brighten up in a rose colored shade. She bit at the side of her lower lip in an attempt to hold in this rush that coursed through her. Its great to meet you, Mana Kael Thank you for sharing that with me. Her voice sounded as if she were straining to hold back some sort of girly squeal of excitement, and in truth she was. As crazy as it sounded, Sybil was actually gushing over him! Just thought of a human developing a crush on a creature like Grim reaper sounded insane! But it was happening, whether she wanted it to or not. Her gaze came back up to his as she moved in her seat closer to him in an attempt to find some more warmth. Thanks to the cold air and the breeze that began to blow, all of her body, save for her chest, face and hands were cold and shed begun to shake a bit from it. It also didnt help that Sybil was wearing a short dress costume made of thin cotton. Still, she didnt let the cold keep her from holding his hands, holding onto them firmly, but gently. A thought then suddenly entered her mind, and it was something that began to worry and scare her. Mana are you going to get in trouble for me knowing all of this? This wont be the last time I see you, will it? Sybil asked him, a small hint of desperation could be heard in her tone.
Thread: Bound to a Reaper (Dimitri/Hana)

The conversation grew at each passing minute and Mana found himself unable to comprehend with everything. Speaking, in itself, was already quite a challenge for him let alone conversing, yet he didn't want this new bond to end just yet. It seemed like his companion wanted the same thing as well. It's a pleasure to be of your acquaintance as well, Sybil, Mana said. He, too, had his gaze fixed elsewhere but he watched the girl through his peripherals. His eyes ran down from head to toe and mentally took all the details in - from her hair, her eyes, her lips, he hands... everything. She was a true beauty, indeed, and he wondered how such a sweet and beautiful girl got abused by some worthless human being who did not know how to treat her well. That guy already had her and he didn't see the true worth of it. It made his hands clench for a while but her voice - her lovely voice -tore him away from his thoughts. Of course I'd get in trouble . No, it won't cause anything, Mana responded. It was a lie. Or rather, a partial truth if he manages to keep everything at arms' length. No matter what, there should be some sort of distance between them. Mana knew they cannot be attached emotionally or else.... Decline, Mana. Decline. It isn't for your good or her own . Of course not, Sybil. This won't be our last meeting. If it pleases you, I will visit you once in a while, Mana said, the words flowing out of him uncontrollably and too late came the shock. And then, he remembered the soul - the original soul he was supposed to take that night. Someone was supposed to die tonight. Someone at the... what do you humans call it? Party? Mana said, this time turning his gaze back at the girl. It was not you or the male you ran away from. It was some other girl and because I am here with you, her death is spared. He didn't exactly know what the consequences were, but surely, there will be. The escaped death was not a miracle the way Sybil's was. It was because of him impulse to suddenly hook up with a mortal girl.
Thread: Bound to a Reaper (Dimitri/Hana)

Knowing that their meeting and this time they were spending together wouldnt cause any problems for him made her feel a great sense of relief. She didnt understand the way things worked on his side of the world. She didnt know the mechanics of taking souls, what the real purpose was, any sort of hierarchy or anything. Sybil was just a mortal human girl whod just found out that creatures like him existed and it made her wonder just what else did but she wouldnt ask. Not yet at least. It would seem weird or rude to bombard him with questions when the answers he gives could cause trouble for the both of them. She also took comfort in the fact that he said he it wouldnt be their last meeting and she felt happy to hear him say that he would visit her at times. I would really like that I dont go out often anymore and it does get quite lonely so I would really enjoy seeing you and talking with you when you could. Sybil said as she brought a hand up to cover the smile on her face as well and rub the side of her ached cheek from all the smiling shed been doing. Without thinking, she moved so that she was sitting right beside him and leaned her head onto his shoulder to rest it there, one hand holding his and the other resting on his forearm, gently squeezing it. She listened to him telling her of the other person that was supposed to die that night. It was horrifying to hear but she found some comfort in the fact that the girls death was spared. Even though she didnt know the consequences or why she would have died, if she had been at that party, that meant the girl was a young woman and perhaps had a loving family that would have been very hurt by her death. Sybil thought back to her time in the hospital and how much her family must have suffered when they received that call from the hospital, telling them that shed been taken to the hospital by some strangers because they found her beaten and dying from all her wounds. Her mother had stayed there every night in an uncomfortable cot in the corner of the room, watching over her and talking to her while Sybil slept. It made her wondering how much of the time her mother hadnt been the only one in the room how much of the time was Mana there? Watching and waiting to take her soul. Who could have told her that she would meet him and be sitting at a park bench with him just a few months later and that she would be so comfortable around him? Sybil closed her eyes after a few moments of silence, focusing on this moment. As she breathed in, she inhaled some of his scent and held onto his arm a bit tighter as she began to try to and figure out where shed smelled it before. It took her a few moments to realize that it was at the hospital, when shed first woken up after a week of being asleep. It had been faint, but it was there Sybil opened her eyes and tilted her head to look up towards his face, whilst still resting against his shoulder. You really were there I remember this scent I remember thinking of how strange it was, but how much I liked it. No one else could smell it though. When I got better were you disappointed, or happy?
Thread: Bound to a Reaper (Dimitri/Hana)

The scent of death and smoke weren't exactly what Mana would think as something that attracts people but when the topic was raised up, he felt himself at ease with the thought of her finding comfort in whatever she could feel in him. The scent of death? Mana asked. For the first time that night and for a very long time, he smiled. He smiled a sincere smile even if his companion couldn't see it. He liked the way he talked to her , spoke to her as if he was her guardian angel and not someone who'd probably take her soul someday. The thought made him shudder but for now, he didn't want to think about that. She was right here - alive, well and beautiful. And speaking of death, Mana listened to her as she spoke about those days in the hospital. He remembered her on the bed, nearly lifeless, but even if she was bruised and wounded everywhere, she was beautiful. A lot more beautiful now that she is alive and well I was happy, Mana responded with utmost confidence. If you died, I'd be taking your soul. There will be no communication between us because, by then, you will no longer have emotions or any form of trace that you were once human. You will be a blue ball of light in my hands which I would be carrying to which ever destination you belong in. I know it's in heaven . I would not have met you, or seen how beautiful you really are without your wounds and your bruises. Mana didn't know why he was telling her this much and he didn't know if there was a point telling her that much. For some reasons, it felt right. As he spoke, a strong gush of the cold night wind blew and Mana realized how cold she must've been with the costume she was wearing. Mana got up, took off his cloak and handed it to the girl, leaving him in an olden time victorian coat and slacks. Without the cloak and the mask, he seemed very human if it weren't for his eyes and his voice. Here, He said. It's not much, but you might be cold.
Thread: Bound to a Reaper (Dimitri/Hana)

When he questioned if he referred to the scent of death, she looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, a grin now on her lips as she playfully and softly elbowed his side. What? Im not allowed to like it or something? Its not just the scent of death you know, its yours. She laughed a bit at his reaction and took comfort in the smile she caught a brief sight of before he began to speak again. She listened to his words, amazed at how he described that a human soul turned into nothing but a ball of light, not exactly what she expected it would be like. To hear him say how he thought she was beautiful he thought her to be, it made her face turn bright red from embarrassment, but she felt flattered that he would think so. Sybil was happy that hed seen her at her worst and still thought of her as beautiful, when no one else did, not even herself. After the gush of wind blew over them, Sybil winced and inhaled sharply, bringing her feet up on the bench to curl up just before he had gotten up. Her heart sank at the thought that he was leaving but she soon calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief when she watched him take off his cloak and handing it to her. Her eyes took in the sight before her and scanned over every detail of him she could see. He was so handsome and he looked like he popped right out of a history book in his clothes, however, they seemed to suit him just right. After she snapped out of her thoughts, she spread out the cloak and pulled it over her body, reveling in the warmth its embrace held but found herself longing for his as well. She hid her face in the fabric, not wanting him to see how red her face still was from all of this. Thank you but wont you be cold now? Sybil asked before she patted the spot next to her for him to come back to his seat. Come on, Ill share with you. Sybil said with a small chuckle as she lifted up the side of the cloak and waited for him to sit back next to her so she could drape it over him too.
Thread: Bound to a Reaper (Dimitri/Hana)

Mana appreciated the sincerity and the concern his new friend gave but the question seemed so alien to him, it was his turn to be confused. How does the cold feel like? Or the warmth? How do you, the humans, tell the difference? Mana spoke as he sat down beside her again, allowing her to share his side of the cloak. He gazed back up at the sky where the moon shone brightly as if to celebrate the halloween with the humans to give them the ultimate scare of a full moon. Mana's eyes were so opaque, the moon didn't even reflect on them. Nothing did. I know not of sensation, or physical pains, He began, his eyes still fixed on the moon as if its brightness weren't straining his eyes. The wind blew and you shivered. I felt you did. You had been shivering. He continued. Once again, he raised up his hand and created a ball of fire floating above his palm. I've seen humans die because of this. Their skin burns and melts. They scream a scream of terror and pain, but I do not know how those things feel. Mana allowed the fire to grow bigger but he made sure it was a safe distance away from the girl knowing that it would hurt her but the fire was just enough to keep her warm. He looked at the burning mass on his hand and, as expected, the fire did not reflect on his eyes and he didn't seem strained by its brightness. Thousands of years ago, there were no lights. No buildings, no cities, no anything. Humans did everything they can with this, Mana said, referring to the fire. It has given them so much but it has also killed them. Humans are very fascinating, but they are weak. Only a very selected few cheat us - the soul takers. His eyes then glanced at the girl beside him. You were one of those who cheated me and I admire that. It shows that you are one of those selected few who are a lot stronger than everyone else.
Thread: Bound to a Reaper (Dimitri/Hana)

At first, she was stunned and dumbfounded that he didnt know what things like being cold or hot felt like or even pain. She wondered if that meant he couldnt feel anything at all or if he was just referring to physical things. Remaining silent as he spoke, watching his every movement and his expressions as he made the ball of fire appear again and felt warmth from it start to spread, she grabbed part of the cloak and draped it over him, regardless of if he needed it or not. Her head returned to leaning on his shoulder as her eyes watched his hand playing with the fire and she felt a wondrous sense of astonishment as he spoke about the fire about humans, then referred to her as strong. That made a lump start to threaten to build in her throat as it had been a long time since she thought of herself as that. Her self-esteem had been beaten down so much, it was hard for her to see herself in a good light but when he spoke of her, it made her want to believe it with all of her heart. After he finished speaking, she sat there thinking of how to answer his questions. The sensations he referred to seemed so natural that it was hard to put them into words. Well... its not really simple to explain that since humans are so different. There are some that like the cold and others who prefer heat. Physically, when its cold, we shiver and get goosebumps over our skin. Our breath can be seen in the air in front of us when we breathe and our teeth sometimes chatter. When its hot, we sweat and sometimes feel uncomfortable and we also have to make sure we drink lots of water or well be dehydrated. The difference is pretty obvious just by looking at us Sybil hoped shed explained it well enough for him to understand as she felt a bit sad that he had no clue of what things like that meant. A fiery death is probably one of the most gruesome way to die the body is burned to ashes and nothing is left behind or worse, there is a body left but its charred, burnt and black and unrecognizable. Sybil continued on before she decided to come up with a different, but related topic. Were you always a reaper? Is that how you came to be or were you a human who was turned into one? Im wondering because you look so much like a human, save for a few things of course. I mean, dont get me wrong, I just dont think Id be this comfortable if you were a bare skeleton in a black robe, or some sort of red skinned demon with horns and a big scythe. Her laughter was a bit louder this time as she joked to try and lighten the mood in case he grew offended by her question, it soon got quiet again as she mustered up the courage to ask him something else that shed been wondering. Her eyes came up to his face and she sat up to her knees on the bench so they were at eye level and her face grew close to his. You said you dont feel any sensations Does that mean, if I kissed you that you would feel nothing as well? It was probably the boldest question shed ever asked before considering the circumstances.
Thread: Tossing some stuff out there

Another few concepts Black mother and daughter rent a house from an old-school Southern white men. He makes advances at the mother, which she rebuffs. But one day he comes over on some pretext and finds the daughter home alone. The two get to talking, and he sees an opportunity to satisfy some lusts...maybe take things further by exploiting her over the longer term. I also wouldn't mind exploring a historical encounter between an African native woman and white explorers. The scene could be a one-time thing or part of a series. A third possible idea a black family moves into a different neighborhood could be racist whites, Mexicans, Asians, Arabs, etc. and encounters rampant discrimination, and sexual oppression. Monsters are something that get me wet, long as they're human-shaped. Could be fantasy. Open to breeding, longer story.
Thread: The Demon's House [lovemeister0 x DionneEbony]

He was just a demon born into a world for the taking. Women were just objects that could be used for personal pleasure. He was young, he was weak. He was between the worlds of being able to exist, but he knew what he wanted. The demon took residence inside a house where two women resided. One was an older woman, while the other was young. It seemed that they were blood relatives. They had moved into the old house, but the demon was already there, newly formed to cause evil upon the world. He was invisible, just a weak little spirit in a house. He started out reaching out to the women only to discover that he could only make weak contact. A little touch here and there. Sometimes he could interact with objects, move them a short distance away. The best of his abilities was being able to go into their minds while they were asleep and vulnerable. There he could see everything, their desires, they fantasies, their fears, everything. He spent a great deal of time in each of their dreams, but tonight he would go back into the younger one. Her mind was nave and curious. Her body was growing and more than ready for the pleasures of the body. He traveled into her mind where he observed her dream.
Thread: The Demon's House [lovemeister0 x DionneEbony]

The girl was a high school senior...and what was on her mind was mostly resentment at having to move after the first month of her senior year. She had worked hard to build up relationships, make friends all through high school...and now this. She understood that Mom had lost her job, that it hadn't been her fault. But still, resentment smoldered in her. And there wasn't anything to do in this half-assed hick town. The city had excitement, things to do. The school had activities, cheer, science club. This place...well, there was cheer, but even though a quarter of the girls at the school were black, only one on the cheer squad was, and she was a redbone. She pretty much knew if she tried to apply for the cheer squad, there's be some reason she wouldn't make the cut. Never mind she was pretty, with a 3.76 GPA on her transcripts. So while Mom was still at work, the girl Dierdre was fiddling with her homework, not really having the focus to do it. Daydreaming, laying in her gym shorts and T-shirt...
Thread: The Demon's House [lovemeister0 x DionneEbony]

It was dark and empty. Such as it was in the mind that was sleeping, but soon the dream would come and then it would be time to play. He wondered what the girl would dream of. He knew that she was full of anger and disappointment about her situation. She was forced to live somewhere she didn't want to be, only adding to the cracks to her mind. Her mother would prove to be a little bit more of a challenge and the demon would need to be stronger before then. Suddenly everything turned white as the dream began. Things were filling in to create a world just for Dierdre. Although the demon had no control over what the dream would be yet, he could observe and participate in the events that would unfold before both of them. He needed to get stronger. He needed to feast on her emotions whether they be of lust or fear. This dream would be a test as to what he could accomplish with his current ability.
Thread: Assassion?

Can map out any ideas you might have. Only thing i really have in mind is my character. And Maybe have some royalty in it to.
Thread: Assassion?

need ten post to fix my stuff but also really wanting to start a rp
Thread: MxF? FxF? Story? Smut? Sure!

i may be interested in one or more but i would rather have an idea of what you are into Kink and limit wise
Thread: MxF? FxF? Story? Smut? Sure!

I'd be interested in the master and slaves rp
Thread: Ponies, ponies, ponies, SWAG!

I've been gone for a while and since my return....ponies, ponies everywhere! So how many bronies are on this site? And how many are in to r34?
Thread: Second star's Dawn (Cy & Raeona)

Nia had found it amazing that the two races were working together. The humans needed the resource to help live, and the Na'vi had no reason to keep it to themselves. She'd found the great catastrophe as the Na'vi called it, rather silly. Why did they have to lose so many lives and home tree over something so silly? She'd never quite understood the whole point. So, when they'd been told about plans to work together, she'd been more than excited about the prospect. When it came time for the next round of workers to be brought before Eywa, she'd been delighted to hear that she was one of the small group of Na'vi that would be going along. If the humans got accepted, they would be paired with one of the Na'vi for the training and she would have the chance to be one of the trainers. So, along with a small group, they made their way towards the human camp where they were to meet the possible workers. Once there, they saw the humans arrive to meet them, and Nia was one of the few that was captivated by the avatars. It was rather amazing that humans had such abilities, and she wanted nothing more than to understand. Soon, the eldest of the Na'vi stepped forwards and welcomed them before beginning to lead the group into the jungles of Pandora, towards the ceremonial area where they would find out who was worthy and who wasn't.
Thread: Second star's Dawn (Cy & Raeona)

Riece gave a small smile that was caught somewhere between confident and sheepish at one of the staring Na'vi when he realized shed probably caught him glancing at her. The eldest of their group welcomed his with a warm gesture and greeting, then led them off at a brisk pace through the woods Not towards home tree, but towards one of the many, almost crystalline trees that they had been forbidden to go anywhere near. Until today, apparently. Daytime on Pandora was marginally safer than night-time, especially in a large group like theirs, with more than a few of their company armed with side-pistols modified for the avatars bodies or the strong bows and toxin-dipped arrows the navi hunters carried. The trip was surprisingly short, and soon the elder had called for the avatars to pair off with who would likely later be their instructors in a manner that seemed rather random, if Riece was entirely honest with himself. Still, it left him paired with the admittedly appealing in a rather exotic way Navi woman that hed smiled at, so he wasnt really complaining. Again, he smiled at her, and was the first among his group to greet their instructor. Hello, Im- He paused, then started over again in what was probably a humorously broken version of the Navi language. I greet you, lady. I am called Riece Hartson.