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Thread: I Hate You Too Much To Love You! (MewMew & Vendetta the Zombie )

Well, well, speak or the devil! Guess who just decided to show her ugly mug in the lounge room! Ugly Millicent, or aka as ugly Milly! Raine didn't waste anytime to walk over to Millicent, she amble off towards the disheveled haired girl. Hi Milly, She greeted, a mischevious glint glimmering in her eyes. There was something about Milly that Raine absolutely despised. She didn't know what it was really, but all, she knew, she hated the girl with fiery passion. I need to talk to you. Raine didn't wait for Milly to reply back instead she forcefully grabbed the Asian woman's hand, dragged her to nearest couch where there were few people were sitting around doing their homework or talking amongst each other. Nobody dared paid Raine or Milly any attention considering they barely even cared what the two wre doing. Or, cared, what Raine did to Milly one. Rarely ever, any cared what Raine did to Milly. Sit down, ugly Milly! Raine demanded, but, all too soon she got irritated rather quickly pushed Millicent to sofa. Sitting beside Milly, Raine grabbed Milly's face with her manicured yet razor sharp nails, made the nerd looked at her. Listen up, I need your help with a project and I want you to do it for me, got it? She sneered, irritably before letting go of Milly's face.
Thread: I Hate You Too Much To Love You! (MewMew & Vendetta the Zombie )

Milly was a nickname Millicent hated, but Raine seemed to make it more hurtful than annoying. Adding Ugly in front of it added a little more vemon to it as well. She never got used to her bully's rough actions and insults, but she still refused to fight back as she was forced onto the couch and demanded to do the project for Raine. It just felt like it would result in more pain. C-C'mon, Raine. You know both of us can get expelled for something like that. It was in the syllabus. Millicent mumbled as she rubbed the parts of her face that Raine grabbed. Besides, I have my own projects to work on... She tried her hardest to keep eye contact with the curly haired mean girl. Eye contact with her made her feel really uncomfortable and nervous. Deep down, the Korean-American knew she would have to stand up to her sooner or later. Maybe today would be the day? Probably not.
Thread: I Hate You Too Much To Love You! (MewMew & Vendetta the Zombie )

Raine knew Milly, wait, wrong, she knew that Millicent hated her name Milly however the African American woman didn't give a damm. Whatever Raine wanted to call her, she will surely do so regardless if Millicent doesn't like it or not. And besides Millicent was an ugly name so Milly, or should she say Millicent should be happy she gave her a lesser ugly name. If anything, Millicent should be thanking her. You're doing my project so no, if's, or but's about not doing my project! And fuck the syllabus! scowled Raine, glowering at Milly. Oh I am so sorry not! At first Rains pretended as if she was apologetic to Milly considering she had projects of her very own, but, then she coldly told ugly Milly that she didn't give a damn if she had a project of her own. You will do as I say. We are going to do our project after my classes today and I expect you to be at my dorm at 5 p.m. sharp, understand? She said, sneering at Milly.
Thread: I Hate You Too Much To Love You! (MewMew & Vendetta the Zombie )

Millicent didn't know what she did that made Raine hate her so much. No normal person would be this mean without a reason. She would ask, but another verbal attack on her appearance and personality would probably be the response. Maybe the African American female was just angry all the time and used the short Asian girl as a stress ball of sorts. Millicent sighed, hating how the other students just pretended that they saw nothing. Fine, fine, I'll help you with your project. She cleared her throat as temptations to sabotage the assignment started to form. She just ignored it and gave Raine a forced smile. It'll be like a date. She snickered awkwardly, hoping her attempt at humor would save her from a slap to the head or a punch to the boob.
Thread: Celebrities/Marvel/Taboo - Literate Smut - Seeking F/Futa/Harem

RE CelebritiesMarvelTaboo - Literate Smut - Seeking FFuta - WIP Updated with plots.
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RE CelebritiesMarvelTaboo - Literate Smut - Seeking FFuta - WIP Added image inspirations.
Thread: Celebrities/Marvel/Taboo - Literate Smut - Seeking F/Futa/Harem

RE CelebritiesMarvelTaboo - Literate Smut - Seeking FFuta - WIP Updated plots and image.
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RE CelebritiesMarvelTaboo - Literate Smut - Seeking FFuta - WIP Bump!
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RE CelebritiesMarvelTaboo - Literate Smut - Seeking FFuta - WIP Bump. Craving harems of all kind.
Thread: (M)ass effect

Update Got some references for the pairings I'd like to rp 3
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Thread: Voyage of the LunarTiger (Lunareclipse x mystictyger)

It was a dark and stormy night in San Marco. The moon hid well behind towering storm clouds that flickered with lighting and roared like an angry lion. It was pouring, rain pounding the roofs and pooling upon the dirt roads, filling in the various tracks from horses and wagons. The wind howled through the trees, breaking leaves from the branches and sending them swirling through the angry sky. A horse and it's rider galloped through the night towards the dimly lit windows of a small tavern up ahead. It wasn't common that a rider would risk going out upon this road late at night, especially in the midst of a storm. She did, though. She braved the weather and raced her way to the nearest shelter she could find, one that was familiar as she often passed through the small settlement. The closer she got, the louder the rickety sign sounded as it swung carelessly in the wind, the hinges squeaking in protest. There was a small barn off to the left, meant for visitors who wished to stay the night and needed a place to keep their horses. Dismounting her steed as they arrived, she led the beast into the barn and prepared a bucket of oats. There you go Arrick. You'll be safe here till the morning. The beautiful black horse huffed and stamped his foot into the dirt beneath his hooves, a thanks for the treat he was about to thoroughly enjoy. Giving his rather wet raven mat a good pat, his rider turned and moved to the front door of the tavern. Pushing her way inside, she found that it was fairly empty, except for a few straggling souls who seemed far too drunk to recognize where they were. One was passed out off in the corner, tucked away at a table. Another at the bar where the innkeeper busied himself with cleaning tankards for the night. He gave the cloaked rider a nod as she moved into the room towards the fireplace on the fire wall, where the fire crackled and roared and promised warmth.
Thread: Voyage of the LunarTiger (Lunareclipse x mystictyger)

RE Voyage of the LunarTiger As was the way of such places, the other patrons that were capable of it stopped talking to eye the newcomer up and down for a moment before returning to their inconsequential chatter. The weather was bad outside, and getting worse - the general consensus was that only fools would be abroad if they didn't have to be. The wind picked up, and the rain drummed a staccato beat on the tiles. A storm was coming. Lifting his collar and trying to huddle against the coarse wool of his cloak, Jean swore violently into the wind. The new world was supposed to be warm and calm and peaceful. He cursed his choice to wear something elegant and fashionable that was about as useful at keeping the wind and the rain off as was throwing a loaf of bread at a shark. Become a knight they said. See the world they said. He wrapped a gloved hand about the crucifix at his neck more out of reassuring habit than anything else. The lights danced dimly in the rain-hazed windows as he muttered darkly - it looked like someone had just stepped in maybe 10 meters ahead of him. As he trudged towards the door across the muddy streets, he was dimly aware of the thunder... No. If that was thunder, where was the lightning?
Thread: Voyage of the LunarTiger (Lunareclipse x mystictyger)

RE Voyage of the LunarTiger Settling down upon a chair nearest the fireplace, Willow let the hood that concealed her face fall to her shoulders before peeling the soaked cloak from her body. A trail of water had been left in her path, and the innkeeper glared at the newcomer. Taking a cloth, he moved around the counter and bent down to clean up the mess, so one of his drunken patrons wouldn't slip and kill himself. Cleaning up blood was not on his agenda tonight. Willow ordered nothing to eat nor drink, just simply sat in silence and stared at the fire. Her long mane almost seemed to match the color of the dancing flames, as the long locks were fiery in their own nature, falling elegant waves around her face. As the storm roared outside, she seemed unphased by the unusual weather, as though it was a common occurrence in these parts. A small group of men sitting nearby dipped their heads inwards, whispering among themselves. It was rumored that on dark nights such as this that strange creatures took the form of a beautiful woman to lure men to their death. Though she heard every word, she simply smiled to herself and propped her boots up on the mantle. A few large rumbles of what seemed to be thunder echoed through the settlement, but there was no lightening to be seen. How odd. Willow perked up, straightening her posture and watching towards the door. Something seemed off. If that wasn't thunder, what was the noise?
Thread: Voyage of the LunarTiger (Lunareclipse x mystictyger)

RE Voyage of the LunarTiger Illumination, both metaphorical and literal, was provided in the manner that only heavy naval artillery can . The blast was disturbingly close by, showering Jean with fragments, splinters, and dust, and also knocking him to the ground. The rain-slick dirt clung to his clothes, and in turn the powdered mortar hugged the mud. His formerly elegant black outfit made him look like some childish rendition of a specter . Jean's first instinct was to draw his sword. But then to what end? I can't very well parry cannon-fire . Still, better to have a weapon in hand should he need one. Not waiting to dust himself down, he dashed towards the only building that had signs of life that he could see - the tavern. He threw open the door and stood in the doorway. Framed by the storm outside, he was lit only by the dim and flaring firelight from within. It caught his blade and his eyes, making both flash angrily, and only further serve to highlight his outlandish appearance. When he spoke, he was gasping for air from being winded. His heavy French accent would ordinarily have sounded cultured, but now? Now it sounded like a threat. Monsieur - where is the ... how you say... garrison? I fear we're under attack God alone knows what the drunks heard.
Thread: Voyage of the LunarTiger (Lunareclipse x mystictyger)

RE Voyage of the LunarTiger Everyone froze in the Tavern, turning their heads as the lightening flickered behind the figure in the door. One drunk bastard screamed at the top of his lungs, pointing at the door and cried out Demons lurking in the darkness! They've come to collect our souls! Just as he started to run, he passed out drunk in the middle of the floor. The others who were sober, knew he was no demon, but might have an evil soul who came ready to slaughter those in the building. Even Willow was glaring now, worried about the threat this male presented. At his inquiry of the garrison, men lurched to their feet with weapons drawn, approaching with care. We? Sir, there is no we. The way we see it, it's you and us, considering you are the one who appears to be ready to slaughter the town. The innkeeper slipped into the back and shut the door while three men started to slowly progress towards their threatening guest. In a flash, perhaps quicker than normal, Willow was standing between the three men and their target with sword drawn, pointed towards Jean. You, Sir. Friend or foe? I suspect friend, otherwise you wouldn't have come in here warning us of an attack. Then again, you did come in here with sword drawn. Tell me, shall I spare your life or run you through now? I would love to see the looks of the mens faces behind me as they bear witness to a woman doing the killing for a change.
Thread: Voyage of the LunarTiger (Lunareclipse x mystictyger)

RE Voyage of the LunarTiger He was impressed. Fiery like her hair. He carefully, slowly, deliberately brought the hilt of his blade up to his face and swept it downwards making a swoosh-noise as he did in what was a salute to her beauty and her courage before sheathing it. Not used to being told what he could and could not do by the English, or by women, he took no more than academic interest in the blade or her threat. He wasn't going to die in some armpit of a colony this far from home, covered in mud. Especially when there was work to be done. I'm no demon, merely French. And were I a demon, I would be deeply ashamed of myself if I had to rely on gunfire to attack a town. Now, unplug your ears and listen. I have no idea who or what is out there, but they clearly mean us ill. He finally turned his attention to the woman pointing the blade at him and noticed for the first time that she was quite beautiful. In a scruffy, unkempt kind of way, of course. Where I come from, it is considered gauche to run someone through without first introducing yourself. My name is Jean du Paix. He lifted his hat, revealing the top of his head to be a disappointingly human head topped with hair.
Thread: Voyage of the LunarTiger (Lunareclipse x mystictyger)

RE Voyage of the LunarTiger Lowered her weapon and slid it home, securing it within it's sheath. Her movements didn't have that grace that those who were trained in the art of swordsmanship often had. Her movements were skilled, yet more rugged, and hardly beautiful to the eye. Then again, a man might argue that a fiery woman with a blade was the most beautiful creature in the lands. Lifting her nose, she peered down to the Frenchman and sniffed once, as if looking down upon his status, or him as a human being. By now, the other men were backing off due to their suspicions of what the fair lady might possibly be. Legends and myths came in abundance in these parts, but it made even the most sensible man fairly superstitious. Very well, Jean du Paix, as I see no horns adorning your crown, I suppose you shall live to see the dawn. Or at least, you shall not die by my hands tonight. Another round of thunder sounded, though it wasn't exactly mother nature making the sound. She was no leader, more a loner who wandered from town to town and didn't belong in these parts anymore than Jean did. Perhaps it's why she felt no obligation in barking orders to rally the men to stand up for their homes. Instead, she grabbed her cloak that hung by the fire and moved out into the night without so much as a fairwell. Once the door was shut, the men turned their sights back to Jean, all of them huddled inward as if protecting their precious tankards. What out for her, mate. She's not right, that one. Aye, I suspect she's dangerous. Watch out for yourself. Legends say that in these woods, terrifying creatures turn into beautiful women, just to lure unsuspecting men to their deaths. No one knows why, but if you fall prey to their call, you won't make it out alive. As if right on cue once the tale had been told, a wolf's howl echoed off in the distance.
Thread: Voyage of the LunarTiger (Lunareclipse x mystictyger)

RE Voyage of the LunarTiger Ah. We have those mysterious creatures in France as well. Mysterious, enigmatic beings that haunt the dreams of men during the day, and cause serious damage during the night. We call them... women He grinned wolfishly and winked. He knew something of some of the darker beings of the night, or so he thought. Regardless, someone was attacking. Rather than huddling here like... like Belgians, you should look to the defences of your town. Or if that is beyond what you can stomach, take what valuables you have and flee into the woods. Pirates and raiders rarely have stomach for a long pursuit There was a shortage of perfect breasts in this port he mused and the most promising example just walked out the door, Jean. Time to follow. He bowed his head once more to the drunks and bar-standers wishing them a halfhearted Bon chance before turning out into the night. He wasn't entirely sure what he hoped to find, but he knew his destiny didn't wait for him in the tavern!
Thread: Voyage of the LunarTiger (Lunareclipse x mystictyger)

RE Voyage of the LunarTiger Willow left her horse in the barn, as he wasn't going to be needed. Instead of taking off on her noble steed, she took off on foot through the pouring rain, her boots leaving clear prints in the mud that quickly filled with ponding water. To avoid being seen, she veered off into the darkness of the woods, disappearing behind the thick, overgrown brush that lined the edge of the trees. She wasn't running from the danger, but towards it, and running on two legs through the dark forest was proving to be difficult. Twigs reached out, grabbing for her clothes, thorns bit at her ankles. Finally, she gave up the run and started stripping off her clothes. Taking care to hang them from nearby branches away from site of the road, it wasn't long before the rain was coating her naked flesh, cascading down her curves like a waterfall. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the tremble of her inner beast claw it's way out. It was a grizzly sight for anyone who would see it, though she suspected not a soul would venture into the forests during a storm as this. A clap of thunder drowned out the gun fire as lightening flashed, lighting up the sky. Her maw extended, fur sprouted upon her back, and a piercing cry of agony slowly turned into a howl. A monsterous beast stood in her place, and took off in a sprint towards the chaos. Arriving at the scene of destruction, houses burned and women and children fled in fear while men tried to defend their families. It had appeared that an army was successfully invading, though from where wasn't easy to be seen. She was no fool, and didn't rush out there to grant the intruders a grisly demise. She'd not live to see the morning. Instead, she followed the trees, sticking to the shadows, remaining out of sight. Slinking behind a barn, she awaited the opportunity to reach out and strike, grabbing an enemy and quickly sending him to meet his maker. The battle was ugly and brutal, but remaining hidden was proving no help as the village was quickly overrun. Angered, she let out a howl so loud that it stopped the battle altogether, everyone looking in the direction of where it came. A few intruders backed away, the sound so close and so fierce that they feared for their lives. Villagers who were still alive fled into a nearby, untouched house and sealed the doors, grabbing weapons of their own. The villagers had heard tales of such creatures, and knew to take cover. No one seemed to know what to do at this point, but their numbers were dwindeling quickly as man men scattered back to where they came from.
Thread: Voyage of the LunarTiger (Lunareclipse x mystictyger)

RE Voyage of the LunarTiger Jean was amazed that someone could disappear so easily into the darkness. His gaze studied the horizon such as it was, looking for where she might've gotten to but gave up. The more urgent task, however, was the noise of combat coming from further down towards the coast. He broke into a dash and made his way towards the sound of conflict. Blast it. He was only supposed to be here to change ship, and then head along the coast, not fight a war against whoever decided to try and pluck this place. Still, the oath was to serve and protect, and that equally applied to flesh as well as souls. With a sigh he at how capricious fate was he slowed his headlong dash through the storm-dark night and drew his blade. It would be terribly embarrassing if someone ended him with a shiv in the back in the dark. His choice of clothing would've let him blend into the dancing shadows thrown by the raid with ease, but for all the mortar and brick-dust that still clung to him despite the rain. He looked rather like a drowned and dilapidated wharf-rat rather than a young gallant. His cautious steps, boot over boot like a cutpurse, led him to the margin of the town where the trees met the farms. There was a gasping sob from one of the buildings he was passing. He didn't need a firmer grasp of English to understand what it meant. So much for surprise Applying boot to doorway, he made his second dramatic entry for the night. Two men were standing over a young woman with nothing but malice in their eyes. Without slowing he barreled through the room, eviscerating the first and causing the second to flee out the front door. Triumph in his mouth, Jean pursued... ... to find himself in a small courtyard with five or six of the villains before him, weapons at the ready. Surrender one called You surrender to me? How kind quipped Jean back and flourished his sword with a most impressive swooshing noise. His blood was up, and his heart was pounding in his ears such that he didn't hear the primeval growl from somewhere off behind him. All he saw was the raiders flee before him. Of course they're fleeing. I'm Jean du Paix! he couldn't help but grin wolfishly.
Thread: Voyage of the LunarTiger (Lunareclipse x mystictyger)

RE Voyage of the LunarTiger Even in her wolf form, she recognized the voice of the man just on the other side. Creeping through the shadows, she saw the men surrounding Jean. Stepping into the flickering light of the burning village, she made her presence known to those who happened to be ready to flee, scaring the few stragglers that hesitated to make a break for it. She was a massive beast, 7 foot tall with fangs that were sharp enough to bite a man's head cleanly off. Her claws were more like talons, and she was covered in reddish brown fur that clung in clumps thanks to the rain. As the men left, she snorted once, then leaned forward with a wet snout to get a good pull of Jean's scent. Yes, she was putting herself in danger by exposing herself in such a manner. There were already men far more armed than the ones who fled that were charging in their direction, firing their bullets at lightening speed. As one grazed her arm, she howled in pain. They paused, expecting her to attack, ready to strike and slay the beast. She wasn't about to confront the army. Spinning, she took a leap into the shadows, romped towards the tree line, and disappeared into the night. Dodging tree branches, she raced ahead with canine speed, leaving muddy prints in the soft earth behind and smearing blood upon those leaves that reached out to brush against her fur. Reaching where she left her clothes, it was a quick, but painful transition back to human legs and normal body. Bloody curse...never...gets easier. It left her breathless, shivering in the cold rain. Examining her arm, she found the wound deep, but not enough to kill her or even put her life in risk. It did, however, need tending to as fast as possible. Quickly slipping into her clothes and tying her corset tight, she used what was left of her energy to get back to her horse. No other horses were present but one, likely the innkeepers beast. Hey Arrick. He nudged her with his nose, sniffing the wound she had been foolishly forced to take, and followed her as she collapsed in a heap upon a pile of hay. I'm alright. Just...tired. The white cotton sleeve of her shirt was now stained red. Using a blade she kept upon her belt, the fabric of her shirt was cut beneath the tight bodice. There was a problem. She couldn't tie the piece of cloth by herself, as it was in a position that kept her from using both hands. Frustrated and giving up, she threw the thin strip and leaned back into the hay with eyes closed. I'll be alright. It should heal soon enough.