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Thread: Doll's Homosexual / Bi  / Hetrosexual Search

Fandoms Madoka Magica Naruto Boku No Hero Academia Attack On Titan Durarara! Bleach Devil May Cry Dragon Age Mass Effect Fallout 4 Skyrim Disney Inuyasha K-On! Little Witch Academia Kingdom Hearts Soul Eater Soul Eater NOT! Ouran High School Host Club Fullmetal Alchemist Vampire Knight Kobayashi-san Chi no Maid Dragon Hunger Games Harry Potter The Mortal Instruments Watership Down humans Gay Puree Humans 50 Shades of Gray. Vampire Academy Yuri on Ice Free! Iwatobi Swim Club Black Butler Kuroshitsuji Spirited Away Treasure Planet American Dragon Jake Long Teen Titans NCIS Zootopia Grey's Anatomy Steven Universe Saving Hope Modify message Magical Girl Plots See more Fantasyslightly futuristic-ish setting where opposing countries use magical girls to fight their wars. They are more technology focused in their suits and abilities, so for example would summon a fan on their back to fly and laser canons to blast at opponents, plus summon armor onto themselves for better defense than a frilly skirt, but are limited in their summoning so have to choose their best load-out. They could potentially destroy cities but would have to charge up a lot at their most powerful. Most are weaker and battles would be fought like normal war, rushing around shooting first and asking questions later, but boss battles will also exist. Our group will fight the huge empire who is supposed to be able to wipe out our little nation off the face of the earth in seconds flat. Let's prove them wrong. Magical girls take on the role of samurai in feudal Japan. Oda Nobunaga and his elite magical girl forces are trying to unite conquer all of Japan, just like real history well, without the elite magical girls...or were there?!. How will our efforts to stop him change history? Can we even manage such a feat? Magical girls from overseas may also show up to try and influence the future of Japan for their own benefit. Magical girls and boys boys being more common in this than the other ideas are actually called Masquerades and the style of this setting is Halloween Town from Nightmare Before Christmas mixed with a fancy masquerade ball. Seriously, the massive city that is this setting is obsessed with this look. Masquerades are a more subtle take on the genre and are often employed by rich and powerful people to act as assassins, sometimes against each other. They have some magic but also use guns and stuff with a nostalgic, oldies feel to them and also some steam punk. Masquerades are the weakest magical girls of these options so can be realistically fought by normal people but are still very much feared opponents to have to face. They can also be called Gun Girls. I HAVE OTHER IDEAS AS WELL, MESSAGE ME FOR MORE INFO
Thread: Awfully Cool: Winter's Super Kinky 1x1 Thread

Gonna go ahead and give this a nudge.
Thread: Awfully Cool: Winter's Super Kinky 1x1 Thread

Bump bump bump
Thread: Awfully Cool: Winter's Super Kinky 1x1 Thread

One week later, I bump again!
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And here is a bump
Thread: Sold to an Arrangement (Rania Lark x Wander)

The movement happened all too fast that Princess Susanna did not have time to react as the two arrows came screaming at her, barely missing her as they embedded themselves into the wooden targets fastened to two trees flanking her where she stood. Her horse whinnied slightly with surprise as Susanna turned to see the sharp tips of the projectiles, embedded deeply in their wooden housings. It was a cruel joke the Prince played on her and Susanna was not one to take such things lying down. Turning back around, her gaze narrowed and her arms moved to fold across her chest. Is that any way to treat one who has agreed to such a contract of friendship? she asked shifting her weight from one foot to another, I did not agree to such treatment. Her voice was angry yet soft, as if she wasnt actually serious about her annoyance at such cruel treatment, as the Princes face broke into a joyous grin. The maid herself actually let out a quiet yelp of surprise and worry that her Mistress was going to be hurt or killed by such foolery. However, she immediately realized her misstep and covered her mouth just as the Prince took notice of her upon her own mare. The maid turned to Susanna as if she was waiting for the Princess to allow her to stay to ensure that nothing awful befell the two despite the Princes order to leave them. Susanna waved her hand indicating that she was indeed safe with her new husband and the maid obeyed the orders, turning her horse to walk a few meters back along the trail still well within ear shot of the two should anything arise. A what? Susanna exclaimed as Leopold pulled two swords from the pack on the ground, handing one of the blades to her. Susanna had never fought with any type of weapon in her life. She only took the bow and arrows to appear feircesome while not knowing how to wield the weapon. A sword she knew even less about. Taking the sword cautiously, Susanna held it in her hand as the Prince explained about how he wanted to know if she was as beautiful fighting as she was in appearance. Your Highness, Susanna explained, I have never used such a weapon in my life. My expertise lies in scholarly studies, not swordplay. I have never even held a blade. It was true as even her stance was one of confusion and of a severe lack of knowledge within the art of battle. Her weapons were her books, not blades. However, Susanna quickly regained her footing within the challenge and the conversation, I am open to learn if I had such a teacher who would be willing to instruct? The Princess pressed the tip of the sword into the ground as she playfully looked around her before returning her gaze back to Leopold. Do you know of any instructors who possess such a knowledge?
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin -- Character Profiles

Here players will post their character profiles, as per requirements from the Rules thread.
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin -- Character Profiles

Sheet Name Lucretia Age 18 Height 5'1'' Weight 100lbs Hair Dark Eye Jade Race Half-Elf Background Charlatan Description Lucretia is petite and slender, with a lean frame and pleasant curves in all the right places. She has long, dark hair to her waist, which frames a pair of jade eyes that often betray her curiosity and warmth. She prefers clothing that's easy to move in and attractive enough to catch people's eyes, and she doesn't mind showing some skin. History Lucretia is an orphan who was abandoned with nothing but a golden locket in her hand when she was but an infant, and brought up by a group of greedy yet kind-hearted thieves. She grew up to become a charlatan who uses her good look and charm to swindle people or pick their pockets when they are distracted. One day, a strange man came into town, wanting to sell a weird weapon for a ridiculous prize. Lucretia and her friends had no idea what it was, but figured it would be a big break if the thing is worth one tenth of what the man was asking for. So Lucretia went and charmed the odd man, and stole the weapon in his sleep...but then the weapon spoke to her and asked if she wanted the power to become more than a pretty criminal, and she said yes. She skipped town before the man realized that the weapon was stolen, and had been on the road ever since, because she's pretty sure the man's still looking. Stormbringer, the Hexblade A longword forged from silver, with black runes etched into its surfaces, Stormbringer is a sentient weapon with a mysterious past and even more arcane motivations. Not that you'd usually notice it, since outside of combat it displays a personality much like that of a dirty old man, often makes lewd and inappropriate comments about the state of dress or bodily shape of men and women alike. Lucretia believe this is am act, however, because its personality changes completely during battle, showing an insatiable bloodlust and sadistic cruelty against whoever it's pointed to.
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin -- Character Profiles

Sheet Name Calliste Starborn Nickname Lucky Callie Age 23 Height 3'0'' Weight 50lbs Hair Blue Eye Amethyst Race Stout Halfling Background Folk Hero Description Despite the short stature from her halfling lineage, Callie is quite greatly endowed in terms of her physical figure, with her magnanimous breasts easily filling FF-cups, her figure having a slightly curved waist before leading to a large and luscious ass. Her blue haired is tied in a ponytail to the side, her eyes having an amethyst shine to it. There is also a birthmark of a star and 3 dots below just close to her cleavage which is still visible to those who would see it. Her clothing is quite easy to move and due to her body, more sexual and attractive, though because of her body, her wardrobe choice is quite limited sadly. History Callie's long line of family has always been one full of massive luck, whether it's good or bad. Some have been risen to fame and riches from just finding a single coin to breaking from their bones trying to climb a tree and save a cat. This particular halfling is a special case even amongst the bloodline as she has a birthmark that only few of her bloodline have, where her luck has more of an impact on her life. While it had some benefits of giving her a more voluptuous body than the average halfling, it was also the cause she started adventuring in the first place. As she decided to go out shopping, there was a sudden attack in the town and there was a massive panic as a gigantic devil rampaged through the city. She was letting her family escape and then running herself, but she managed to somehow find the party fighting this devilish being, who are both looking at death's door. After tripping somehow, it activated a rube goldberg situation where it ended up hitting the fiend and it had fallen, the party celebrating their victory and the town hailing them and Callie as heroes, though especially her for the final blow. And through a series of events, she somehow ended up adventuring with the party, but that didn't last long as her fame quickly rose up, so did the jealousy of her party and after the first few days of traveling with them, she left in order to search for people that would help her thirst for adventuring without being hostile to the blessingcurse of the Starborn lineage.
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin -- Character Profiles

Sheet Name Sir Roland Corentus Age 20 Height 6'1 Weight 165 lbs Hair Blond Eyes Blue Race Aasimar Background Knight Description Roland is tall and muscular, the result of many years of training during his time as a squire. He's been described as having a handsome face, with blue eyes that glow faintly in the darkness, and blond hair just reaches his shoulders. When not wearing his armor he tends to wear clothing of high quality, a sign of his noble birth. History For many generations The Corentus family of Baldur's Gate had claimed that their lineage was descended from one of the Celestial Host, but until Roland was born few people actually believed it. Born to Arthur and Carole Corentus, Roland was raised to be the perfect son, one who would bring their family to new heights. And yet for most of his early life he felt that something was missing. Then one day when he was traveling between Baldur's Gate and Waterdeep Roland's carriage was attacked by bandits. He thought that he was doomed, when he was rescued by a travelling paladin of Bahamut. Once they were safely away Roland asked to become the knight's squire, and was accepted. For years he trained, eventually taking the vows to become a paladin of Bahamut, much to his family's displeasure. Eventually dealing with their disapproval became too much, and Roland left home, taking with him his cousinsquire, and two servants who supported him. Now he wanders across Faerun, righting wrongs and avoiding his family's attempts to bring him back home.
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin -- Character Profiles

See more Iymala Arabervs Age 103 Height 5'3'' Weight 130lbs Hair White Eye Jade Race Drow Background Noble Mercantile House Description Of somewhat average height, this ebony skinned underdark native has many things held desirable by elf women. Lean and curvy, with a full body that seems to be sculpted from black marble, she at times can be mistake for a sculpture... a reason she wears as little as she does. She is attractive after all, and so she has nothing to hide from others.... though she is more then willing to wear armor or use magic to disguise herself as a surface elf if needed. History To consider the drow having a monolithic culture and universal stamp is a laughable and simplistic view of the world. In truth, while the Lolth dominated city states do represent a sizeable portion of their settlements, it is hardly the only one. They just have the most interactions with the surface, and the have managed to spread their image the deepest into the public consciousness of the surface. Not that Iymala's homeland is much better. One thing that the majority of surface dwellers may not realize, is that the Drow are a cosmopolitan trading culture, as survival in the underdark requires cooperation between various groups for survival. Oh, to be sure, it is rarely a peaceful and harmonious existence, but trade and economic activity is a cornerstone of their existence. As is the cultural tradition of those seeking to improve their fortunes to leave the intrigue and politics of the city behind, and try their luck in the wider world. And thus, did Iymala come to the surface, with the full blessing of her family. She seeks new markets for special mushroom based narcotics, as well as those fashioned from other sources.
Thread: Seedling ((EDDE))

The sun had yet to rise and cast it waking light upon the inhabitants of the temple. Most of which were still nestled in their beds and sharing sweet dreams of varying fantasies yet, one was up and silently walking along the patio that wrapped around the building. The fresh air was soothing to the redhead, who had not had a pleasant morning. Some sort of bug had been plaguing him for days, often waking Kurama in the middle of the night or the wee hours of the morning to perform an unpleasant purging of his stomach. With silent foot steps, the shoe-less fox turned the corner towards the kitchen. Their kettle was set to boil, a particular set of herbs was crushed in the mortar and the powder was tapped into a cup. While waiting of the water, Shuichi nestled himself on the floor in front of the table to ponder his illness. He was having difficulty finding an ailment that fit his symptoms nausea, hot flashes, bloating, fatigue. With a sleepy sigh the fox began to slowly lower his head onto the cool wooden table. Crickets chirped and an owl hooted. The relative silence was a blessing. The children of the temple could be more than a little loud, and it was relieving to have a moment of quiet.... Though, there was one particular voice he wouldn't mind. Kurama crossed his arms and nuzzled his nose into the crook of his elbow. Yusuke would return soon, of that he was certain. The only reason he wasn't there now, was of Kurama's own doing. When the vomiting spells first began it was nearly impossible to get the man to leave him be. He didn't want to be seen, nor heard that way. Being left to suffer alone was best and, in order to help Yusuke accept such a thing, Kurama sent him out on short quests to help. This time it had been to fetch a particular herb from his garden. He'd shown it to the man for that specific purpose. Emerald eyes fluttered open and shut, before finally becoming too heavy to hold up. In moments, the fox was softly snoring.
Thread: Seedling ((EDDE))

Under normal circumstances the opening of the patio door would have been enough to wake him. As would the beginnings of the kettle's whistle, the nearly silent footsteps of his lover, the scent of tea and the gentle touch. Kurama would have been awake and aware a long time ago... But it was the gentle calling of his human name that stirred the fox from his restful sleep. His initial reaction was irritation. After all, he'd found himself in a very deep sleep that his body seemed to crave more and more of as of late but it lasted less than a moment. Yusuke's soft touch and gentle word was enough to sooth away any displeasure. Emerald eyes fluttered open to set a bleary gaze on his husband. The sight of him had his lips pulling into a lazy smile. Yusuke, he returned, sitting up just enough to capture the man's lips in a soft kiss. It tasted strongly of minty toothpaste with the sharp alcohol of copious amounts of mouthwash. I apologize, I must have dozed off, he offered as he pulled away, though it was hardly needed. Shuichi blinked, suddenly aware of the tea that had been set on the table. It's smell was not the sweetest, and neither was the taste but, it wasn't terrible. Just a little bitter. The herbs his lover brought would sweeten it some. Thank you for fetching this for me, Yusuke. It was quite helpful. Carefully, the fox plucked off a few of the leaves and twisted them over the hot tea until a couple drops of sap fell in. The herbs set aside, Kurama wrapped his palms around the hot cup. It bordered on painful, but the tingling heat was actually quite soothing. He was just about to bring it to his lips for a quick sip... when he felt his stomach churn. Kurama could almost feel his face turn green and the cup was abandoned to place a hand over his mouth reflexively. With his eyes tightly shutting he muttered a quiet apology and an ever polite 'excuse me,' before he stood from the table with more urgency then he would have preferred. The fox despised the fact that he knew he wouldn't make it to the bathroom in time, but he would be damn sure not to vomit across the temple floor. His first thought had been to dart outside, but even the bushes on the other side of the court yard seemed too far away. Shuichi turned on his heels to dart into the kitchen and grab the trash bin just in time, as the last remnants of last nights meal was forced from his belly. The sound he made was... The thought alone had the prim and proper fox cringing. It was violent, disgusting, and just as painful as it felt. The redhead hunched over the bin, his hands grasping the edge until his fingers turned white. He spat each time the bile finished it's travel from his stomach to the garbage can. Kurama felt his eyes water, his nose run and gross drool hanging from his lips. Through panting breaths he began to calm, only to tense again as another heave wracked his form. This time, without anything in his stomach to expel it was nothing more than agonizing dry heaving. Nothing but a slick, green slime was sputtered free.
Thread: Seedling ((EDDE))

Just as he was beginning to feel comforted by his fox's composure it changed. Of course he hadnt been able to help but smile back or to run his fingers through flowing red locks. He was a bit captivated by that calm. Surely he'd get it later as well, but it looked great on him now, dammit. And he'd been just about to reply with a quirky comment toward an almost ever present appology for 'wrong doing' when that shift occured. His face dropped instantly, his hands easily relinquishing their capture. The redhead was up and off in the wrong direction before he recognized as much. But the attempt to still himself when he did notice was valiant though short lived. There was simply no way the overbaringly protective creature could stop himself from moving to his lover's aid without a familiar door in the way. Still, he did show an amazing amount of restraint despite that. His travel was calm, almost non-chalant. And even as he gathered up pretty red curls into one hand and offered a light, carefully soothing rub across his shoulder blades, he didn't look down on him. Not because Yusuke didn't want to witness the horrible bout of sickness. But because he understood by now that Kurama didnt want him to. He might have a great deal of foolishness under his belt, and sometimes more than a 'little' idiotic tendancies but he could, most of the time, read his husband like no other. There was areason Kurama didn't want his attention during these times. And even if he didn't know exactly what that reason was, it was still a good enough one for him to be able to respect... at least at the moment. The moon is still out, he mentioned. Pausing for the hurling sensation and giving a a short moment of recovery before continuing each time, the addition played out rather smoothly despite the circumstance as he kept his attention on the small window that lead there. It's real nice out too. I think we should go out and enjoy it before anyone starts waking up to ruin the mood. Not the mood currently, of course. The mood he was hoping the relief of fresh air would bring his husband. The air is cool but not cold, and there's only a little breeze. So the trees are kinda dancing right now. His lips pinched together as he thought about that. It sounded dizzying and the calm feeling he was attempting to convey shouldnt have that. Well, the leaves are a little. It looks really neat. There was no question in there. He couldn't even think of making his poor husband answer him in his current state. But as he lost his food and had little left to puke up, Yusuke quieted down a little and simply continued rubbing his back. Due to the inturruption of the vomiting he has nearly taken as long to suggest as much anyway.
Thread: Seedling ((EDDE))

His usual dismissal of Yusuke's attempts to sooth him wouldn't work now, and he knew it. While there was a barrier between them, he could convince the man to leave him be, if only to gather him herbs. Without that separation, he knew for a fact that he wouldn't be able to send him away. That was why he didn't push when his husband pulled away his hair and gently rubbed his back. A low, pitiful groan left his lips between the heavy tensing in his body that was becoming more and more painful each time his body failed to excrete anything from his gut. Ducking his head down and turning away, he tried to hide his face from view. He looked disgusting, disgraceful and all around horrible. The vanity of the redheaded fox writhed in agony at the thought of his appearance. Yusuke's rubbing over his back was surprisingly helpful, and now he needn't worry about getting anything in his hair. Sweat glistened over his forehead, and the fox gripped hard enough of the bin that the plastic creaked and threatened to crack. He spat and heaved, groaned and tensed but the offered scenario was a lovely one. The cool breeze would dry the sweat and leave him feeling chilly. A welcome respite from the heat that was building in him all over again. Hot flashes, bloating, vomiting... They were symptoms of any number of illnesses, but he lacked any other symptoms that would connect him to one. What on Earth was wrong with him? A stomach virus would come with a fever, not hot and cold flashes.... His thoughts were cut off with a violent spasm that had him nearly choking on the pitiful dribble of bile from his tongue. That sounds... Like a lovely idea, he managed to pant. Once more the fox spat, then again and again until he decided there was nothing else to rid his mouth of. The rest would be done with a tooth brush and mouthwash. Again. But Kurama didn't move. His stomach seemed to settle and the nausea was fading away for now but, he didn't yet trust it. So, the fox remained huddled over the trash bin, gripping it just as tightly as he had before. At least he wasn't puking anymore. Would you mind terribly bringing me a wet washcloth?