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Thread: Home No More [Viktoff&Elune]

Sitting at the stall I stare up at the mountains, squinting slightly as the afternoon sun shines down on my pale skin, I was a shorter elf, considered a stunted growth at a young age, standing only 4'8 from the ground my long blonde hair reaching the back of my knees. I was considered the most beautiful elf in the village but my height stopped any marriage proposals, most elven women got married off 12 years after their birth, but I have managed to go 16 without the usual bridal head circlet being offered. Standing up as I see my father walking over the the stall. Hello Daddy! I smile as I bow slightly feeling his arms around me he hugs me close. I have sold the whole four baskets of herbs that we collected...and there is only a few crab apple pies left. I smile as he pats my head. Well done my girl. He chuckles and I take out the few sliver pieces that I got.
Thread: Home No More [Viktoff&Elune]

I look out behind my daddy's rear and see the two elven twins moaning like whores as their pussies spread around the huge horse cocks, whimper as my father covers my eyes and begins to back off, pushing me back as he stares into the minotaurs eyes, his horsey pipe wagging between his legs as he throws my father out of the way, my heart racibg I turn to run but feel his hand wrap around my tiny waist, yanking me from my feet. Pulling me over his shoulder I scream in fear, punching and kicking as hard as I could, hearing my fathers shouts as I'm carried out like a tied hog roast. Hearing the splurge of horse seed being pumped into the two woman as I watch them fall forward, their drunken giggles as they begin to mastrubathe feverishly.
Thread: Looking for RP's  [MxF, FxF]

RE Daddy's Wanted MxF Taking a second post for editing pairings and adding notes I want seperate WIP - Folded Time Far future humanity creating the ability to time travel, a small section of travelers are able to travel to events they were present at with the one rule forbidding interacting with yourself. The story would revolve around a ex-criminal who Folded the act of interacting with your own timeline their timeline 4 times, which is rare for a trained agent. However they would be caught but instead of being arrested called in to work on a crime. This would lead to interactions with secondary characters, A detective as of now however I am working on more. It would be a long RP with multiple characters and is currently a WIP however I am happy to brainstorm ideas if the rushed idea was enough to garner interest.
Thread: Looking for RP's  [MxF, FxF]

RE Daddy's Wanted MxF Bump!
Thread: Looking for RP's  [MxF, FxF]

Bump stuff
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slight bump
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Bump WIP
Thread: Fat Booty Femboys Needed! (MxM Gay Ideas)

I should be allowed to bump this since the rules say you can bump anything on page 3 or more.
Thread: Fat Booty Femboys Needed! (MxM Gay Ideas)

Bumped.
Thread: Fat Booty Femboys Needed! (MxM Gay Ideas)

Booty bumped!
Thread: Fat Booty Femboys Needed! (MxM Gay Ideas)

Bumped!
Thread: Fat Booty Femboys Needed! (MxM Gay Ideas)

Hmm, are you into a bit of noncon or blackmail?
Thread: Fat Booty Femboys Needed! (MxM Gay Ideas)

Where'd all the femmy guys go?
Thread: Fat Booty Femboys Needed! (MxM Gay Ideas)

Booty bumped.
Thread: Fat Booty Femboys Needed! (MxM Gay Ideas)

Still looking for some thick booty femboys.
Thread: Fat Booty Femboys Needed! (MxM Gay Ideas)

Big booty bumped.
Thread: Fat Booty Femboys Needed! (MxM Gay Ideas)

optiplex said Booty bumped! Click to expand... Bumping again. 3
Thread: Fat Booty Femboys Needed! (MxM Gay Ideas)

Still looking for my fat booty fembois.
Thread: Fat Booty Femboys Needed! (MxM Gay Ideas)

Hey there, still looking for some fat booty femboys to have fun with.
Thread: Where am I? What am I doing...?

Hey. If you're reading this right now, then thanks. Seriously, just the fact that anyone out there is interested enough in my to see how I'm doing... god... may seem silly, but that's nice. So... who am I? I'm Riley. I'm a guy in his twenties for another couple years. I'd love to be a writer or an artist, but I'm kinda a huge fucking failure when it somes to finishing things... I've written a novel. I've been published nationally in my field. I work at a government agency. No, that doesn't make me a damn spy. But you can feel free to pretend that, if it makes me hotter in your mind. I'm not a good looking guy. I mean, I'm cure. Got a good face, nice hair, and everyone I've ever gotten CLOSE to kissing has commented on hiw striking my eyes are. So yeah, now if I could get into shape and grow a foot taller, I'd be grade-a date material. I have a fiance. She's asexual, so I come here for fun. We've been together for a decade now. Damn. That said... 2016 has been a real shitshow for me. I'd been jobless for months. Struggling to get on my feet, to find purchase in the world again. Then, I lost 90 of my friends when a huge blowout happened. We all argued en masse... It was an issue that none of them truly understanded because they'd been talking bad about me behind my back for months... calling me a mooch for needing to save money and being unable to chip in for group activities that they BEGGED me to go to... well, long story short? It came to a head, they ganged up on me for being too poor to be fun, and I had to surgically but my friends out of my life. Then I had to surgically cut my BODY out of my life, when I nerely died. Gangrene. I had an 18 inch long, 8 inch wide, 6 inch deep gouge cut into my body so that I could live. Even now? Wound is still open and slowly shrinking into a terribly wicked scar. I spend two months in the hospital, two months in a nursing home, and two months recovering at home. During this time? My best friend and roommate decided to bail on me as well, driven away by the drama from before and not wanting to choose sides something I never asked him to do, and encouraged him NOT to do, but the little shit is a drama queen... either way, he left me in an apartment I can't afford and suddenly I had to move. So, wound leaking, barely able to stand... I pack, I move. I barely limp by... and the bills just keep coming. Ah well. Fuck it. Can't make everyone happy. Either way, as such I've struggled a lot with suicidal thoughts, urges I can't explain, and I've had serious ups and downs. I think I'll document important days here... and... well, if you wanna read along, that's just fine by me. If you do read, I only ask you don't POST here. I mean, message if you want, but I might not say much to a message about omg I read your journal so if I reply, uh, thanks? then just accept that it might be all I can muster. So... welcome to my mind.
Thread: Where am I? What am I doing...?

I haven't thought about killing myself this week. It's a real milestone, believe it or not... I can't remember the last time I felt like living. Especially with how shit this year has been. But I guess it helps that I've got some really engaging games going. This site... it's a kind of therapy. I can be sweet, seductive, violent, afraid, courageous, strong, nimble, kill myself, get the girl, get the guy, kill the zombies, fight the gods, and reap all of the rewards while enjoying the thought process about the hard truths of such a reality... I think all writers must need a space like this. To placate the voices in their minds.
Thread: Where am I? What am I doing...?

Planning Nanowrimo... considering leaving this site. Everyone is really flaky... I know, life is hard. But I've got video games to play and frankly? I'm tired of being fucked and forgotten by soccer moms and college kids.
Thread: OVERWATCH BASE

I'd play as Roadhog.
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LOL Roadhog! I can play as Mercy.
Thread: OVERWATCH BASE

Character and chatter rooms are up
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I'd Play Pharah if no one has any objections...
Thread: Thoughts and reflections, please let me know what you think

I remember a lot of this.
Thread: Thoughts and reflections, please let me know what you think

Wow, you actually joined. I'm impressed. This is so far outside your wheelhouse... Caverlyl said I remember a lot of this. Click to expand...
Thread: Thoughts and reflections, please let me know what you think

I know that a few here have heard me say I will not play BDSM or any scene involving violence to a female by a male of any kind. I know here that is likely looked upon as odd and peculiar. Let me try to explain were I am and my thoughts on the matter. I have a very very strong negative physical reaction to violence against women. It evokes an anger that is so deep in me that it has made me physically ill in the past. Ok, let's see if this helps. I've only been in six fights in my life. Five have been because of a violent act towards a woman. I've drawn my gun on another human being exactly six times in my life, four of those times well, yep you guessed, some jack ass was smacking a woman around. Once, in collage, I was in the quad and saw a friend of mine from across the quad, get smacked by her bf. The next thing I remember is being pulled off him. I had him on the ground with my knife to his throat. I think I really might have killed him if not for friends of mine who saw the incident and knew me well enough to chase after and pull me back. My aversion is so strong that in the past I've been asked to spank a partner and I was physically ill. Like I said I have a very strong reaction to it. Its fine and well IRL. Some have even called me a real man, whatever that means. But here, in a fantasy world, in a made up setting, it is completely disproportionate and unwarranted. So, no, I do not want to learn to like or appreciate it. That's not going to happen. I need to learn not to want to strangle the life out of the male characters I read about. I need to desensitize myself, like I said. Even the stuff here that isn't in this vein, much has shades of it. I need to learn, not to like it, but to be more at ease with it in these fantasy settings.
Thread: Thoughts and reflections, please let me know what you think

Thank you.
Thread: Thoughts and reflections, please let me know what you think

Well, I've weather the Hurricane well enough though was down for about a week and to those you you that I am in RPs with and bother to read this I am deeply sorry but I cannot control the weather, yet. While I have been down I have had an occurrence that has highlighted and issue I have been becoming increasingly aware of and thought I'd share it here to see if any one had any ideas or thoughts to share. So here goes I am finding language to be a bit of an issue here too. I have never been a cock and balls type of writer. I have always used a much more florid and descriptive language in my love scenes particularly. If you will excuse the crudity of the example, whereas on writer would say Yeah I stuck my cock in in that bitches cunt and rode her all night long I would write something more along the lines of and the waves of passion and desire swept them up into a heady oneness of pleasure which they crested over and over till the sun kissed the night darkened shores. I have loosened up a little and can and have used cock and cunt and tits where I felt it was most properly applied. I do, however, still find dick, pussy and fuck to be very cringe worthy words. I won't use them and prefer my writing partners not either. I can let a peppering of dick and pussy go for a well written story but a fuck? I'm do with the RP. To my mind, fucking is what animals do, what you do with a stranger in a dark dirty alleyway at night. Its one step away from rape. So while I have been trying to acclimate to the culture and much younger preferences in how to use language, I guest for this old fart there simply are some lines I will not cross.
Thread: Thoughts and reflections, please let me know what you think

IM going to be out of town for a week or so. I will be back no later than Tuesday Jan 3
Thread: Thoughts and reflections, please let me know what you think

Edward Thatch said IM going to be out of town for a week or so. I will be back no later than Tuesday Jan 3 Click to expand... Yes that sounds about right, lol. Love ya!!!
Thread: Thoughts and reflections, please let me know what you think

For anyone I might be in an RP with. I am having timing and health issues. I will respond in due course but it might be a bit. My five hour a week volunteer position suddenly turned into a 40 hour a week situation for the last several weeks. Recently I woke one more with out my eye sight. I went to the ER and was told I'm a diabetic and given pills. My vision has returned but comes and goes each day off and one. So please just bear with me. Thank you.
Thread: (Lunetta & Yenpointfive) Fangs & Claws

How long has this war gone on? Vivienne Moore has lost count. For as long as she has been alive, the wolves of the region had fought with the undead or nightwalker's as they preferred calling them. They kept their conflict away from humans as best as possible, but there were occasions where it was unavoidable, that innocent blood was spilled. The wolves of the region distrusted the reigning family of vampires, just as the distrust was reciprocated for them. One thing that the Alpha scorned was the nightwalker's need for blood, most preferring humans. The wolves felt tasked with defending the human's from these 'bloodsuckers' as they were crudely called. Rather than question the conflict, she obediently followed the suggestion of her pack leader, who was fearless and a strong leader, alongside with his mate, the Alpha female. The night had intended to be like any other, save that she was hunting on her own after the rest of her pack had been called away to investigate suspicious activities. She transformed, allowing the surge of energy to flow through her as she resumed her lupine state she preferred to hunt it. There were three forms her kind could assume human, total wolf, and a hybrid between the first, but the final form was for special occasions and drained the most out of them. Her pelt, a rustic almost auburn brown, shimmered beneath the moonlight as she silently stalked her prey, a doe that quietly foraged in a meadow. Everything was quiet, still, until she was suddenly ambushed. It happened so quickly, she was more preoccupied with how she hadn't even heard them. The stabs were relentless on her, tearing through her pelt. She yelped in surprise, growling and snarling, snapping at the nearest arm she could before crushing down with her powerful jaws, shaking her large head back and forth before she lunged at the nearest one, fighting with tooth and claw. They were fledgling nightwalkers, young with a savage thirst for blood. It took some dancing around, but they got the hint that she wasn't simply going to roll over. Vivienne held her own, but sustained several open wounds and was left, panting and shaking with fatigue in her dire wolf form. She concealed herself underneath some brush, deciding to take a moment to recuperate before she attempted to return back to the den.
Thread: (Lunetta & Yenpointfive) Fangs & Claws

They were up wind from her. The scent of ash would reach her before he did. It might even help him catch her. An English werewolf no doubt knew what dead vampires smelled like and the scent might be enough to slow her down, to think that her kin had done the deed. The fact that she couldn't smell fur on the wind would be worrying, but a realization that would come a bit too late. A werewolf could escape a vampire in the woods without too much trouble, unless they were bleeding, and she was, rather a lot. It wasn't from behind that the figure emerged, but rather from the front. He smiled at her warmly and for a brief moment she might even believe he was human. He didn't have any fangs and his skin had a faint blush of life to it. He was still pale, mind you, but only so much as anyone else who never stepped foot in the sun. It was the way he moved that gave him away. Any werewolf worth her salt could see what he was. The man ran nimble fingers through his brunette hair and spoke. Guten abend, frauline. She might have been a wolf right then but he obviously knew who she was. Deutsche? He asked before shaking his head. No. Nevermind. He decided, switching languages with little difficulty. The figure was a handsome young man, probably a little short of 25, with slightly shaggy brown hair and eyes a much darker shade of brown. He wore simple garments, including a leather chestpiece, but no other armor. On his back was a massive German zweihander, though his hands never strayed near it. You seem to be wounded. By the same men who took offense when I called out to them in my native tongue? He asked, seeming not to have grasped that he was a vampire and she a werewolf.
Thread: (Lunetta & Yenpointfive) Fangs & Claws

Vivienne focused on licking her wounds clean while she tried to recover as quickly. In this form, wounds healed rather slower than her other one, but at a decently quicker pace. They would be healed and nothing but scars in a few hours, but she needed to rest and find some sort of shelter to focus on the regeneration. Her golden eyes lifted at the sight of the figure, narrowing as her lips curled up in a snarl, fangs bared as a growl rumbled low in her throat, a warning. The way he moved, it was unmistakable he was one of them . Perhaps a straggler from the group that took their chance with her. Clearly he didn't get the message. He spoke with an accent, clearly not from here. Even in this state, she held some kind of semblance of her human self, some kind of consciousness, better control. But in this state, she couldn't actively communicate, and the last thing she was going to do was revert to her weaker, human form. Her head lifted, hackles raised on pinpoints, she hoped he would get the message and simply be off. Vivienne was slightly disarmed by his intention of making conversation. Clearly not from these parts. He didn't look like a member of the reigning nightwalker's of these parts, he was dressed differently with an accent.
Thread: (Lunetta & Yenpointfive) Fangs & Claws

He laughed when she barred her fangs at him, stepping closer rather than further away. I was told that the English wolves hated my kind with a vengeance but to see it with mine own two eyes... He mused as he approached her, taking stock of her wounds. There are others nearby. It would seem that maybe one of my kin decided to turn many at once. The ones I met clearly spent much more of their lives as Englishmen than vampires. So sad that they won't be around to give up such petty prejudices. He said, watching as her hackles raised. He gave a sigh and shrugged. If you are going to run I won't chase you but if you try to bite me I should have you know that I can crush you as easily as a... The word caught in his mouth. A schmetterling. Whatever it is you call those tiny flying insects with colorful wings. He said, waving the word aside as its English counterpart clearly wouldn't come to him. Without warning he clapped his hands together sharply, having clearly just realized something. My apologies, frauline. My name is Johan Sauber, and I assure you that your feud with vampires is quite foreign to me. Would you like me to mend your wounds. I doubt you'll outrun those that are chasing you without my help. Seeing as you can't answer and waiting any longer wastes time I don't believe you have let's make it simple. If you turn around and leave I won't pursue you. If not I shall assume you agree to not bite me in exchange for my aid. He said. Johan spoke as if her was a bored noble on holiday, simply doing as he pleased because he could and that wasn't entirely the wrong impression. When a vampire grew old they grew powerful, often in strange ways, gaining weird magicks that set them apart from their peers. Whether or not Johan was quite that powerful his demeanor certainly set him apart from most any vampire Vivienne might have met.
Thread: (Lunetta & Yenpointfive) Fangs & Claws

Vivienne had no doubt there were others nearby. With the wolves away, she could've called out to her kin and pack, but that would force them to leave their territory, it would leave the group vulnerable. The need of the many often overshadowed the need of one, it was all about pack mentality, and she kept firm with that belief system. They watched out for each other through thick and thin, and made decisions carefully to benefit all. She was in no condition to try her bet at running away. He was an older vampire, stronger if she planned on trying something funny. The fact he has remained standing so long without attacking was highly unusual to her. Vivienne was taught never to trust his kind, it was a deep rooted belief and feeling, but if he had intended to attack, he should have by now. Instead he stood there, conversing with her as if they were mere acquaintances and not enemies. It was simply bizarre and practically unheard of. He was a friendly fellow, she gave him that much, and certainly didn't belong here, amongst vampires she has come across. The growling slowly subsided, the hackles flattened but her ears remained pinned back as she watched him, her eyes never leaving him. Johan... you are one unusual nightwalker, she thought. The female wolf didn't move, simply remaining where she was.
Thread: (Lunetta & Yenpointfive) Fangs & Claws

Johan waited to see what the wolf would do. If she did choose to run she might get lucky. If the vampires chasing her bumped into him first and took offense to a Germanic vampire on English lands she might get lucky, though that was unlikely given that Johan's interest in her would probably wane as soon as she left and he could easily get himself out of the way of her pursuers. When she chose not to run and let her growls die away he smiled again. His smile looked a bit more natural, or at least more human, given that he didn't seem to have fangs to get in the way when he did so. Wunderbar. He concluded as he stepped up to her, kneeling down next to her. I should warn you. This next bit is going to seem strange and rather unpleasant. Try not to be alarmed though, it's not like I could turn you if I tried. He said simply. Given that there was blood on her jaws she obviously knew that werewolves didn't turn by ingesting vampiric blood like a human would but given what came next the point bore repeating. Johan lifted his left hand to his mouth and opened his jaws again. The question of where his fangs were answered itself before her eyes as they began to extend. Well, not really fangs, more accurately each tooth in his mouth sharpened to a point, growing triangular and serrated, more like a shark than a vampire. In one quick motion he bit into the palm of his hand, causing crimson to flow down his wrist and chin. He lightly smeared the bloody hand over her fur and there was a strange and disconcerting sensation, like maggots crawling on her fur and into her wounds. It didn't hurt. In fact, as soon as whatever was crawling into her wounds did so the pain quickly went away. It was probably for the best that this form couldn't turn her head to see what was going on. The whole process only took a moment and when he pulled his hand back she could watch the bite in his palm knit itself closed. His arms no longer matched. The left one lacked the muscle definition of the right, looking gaunt with the flesh stretched a bit too tight over the bone. All done. He declared, his accent changing slightly due to the fact that he hadn't gotten rid of his now pointed teeth. He stood comfortably, glanced at his left hand and sliding it into his pocket, clearly finding the skeletal look a bit distasteful. I believe we should be going. If it's not too inconvenient could I trouble you for a place to wait out the sun? Lodging might prove harder to find than usual, given my current state. He said, wiggling his left arm for a moment and snapping his teeth once to illustrate that he could no longer pass as a human.