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Thread: (Mxm) why am I so destroyed, it's a distraction (seedy debauchery)

RE mxm i'm so in over my head i've learned to breath in it seedy shit new plot added!
Thread: (Mxm) why am I so destroyed, it's a distraction (seedy debauchery)

RE mxm Come play with my Lost Boys rugged shit Well hello there! I'm a fan of quite a few of these ideas already, but I'd be open to some others if you're in the mood for them instead. The kind of things that I'm interested in and have had previous similar experience with would be Experienced street kid x new to the streetsshy rich boy, Experienced gang member x newest to the gang, Serial Killer x captivevictim, and Psychotic boy x sociopath boy.
Thread: (Mxm) why am I so destroyed, it's a distraction (seedy debauchery)

RE mxm Come play with my Lost Boys rugged shit would you rather do serial killer x victim or experienced street kid x new to the streets?
Thread: (Mxm) why am I so destroyed, it's a distraction (seedy debauchery)

RE mxm Come play with my Lost Boys rugged shit Ohhhh! Are you still looking for a partner for the killerlover plot? I would love to give that one a shot!
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RE mxm Come play with my Lost Boys rugged shit bump....still looking for roleplays
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RE mxm Come play with my Lost Boys rugged shit new plot
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RE mxm i'm so in over my head i've learned to breathe in it seedy debauchery new plot!
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Thread: First Blood ( Captain Levi and Viktoff Samson )

td wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww tdtd Twelve minutes into the first match, Ezreal and his support, Leona, had already stacked up an impressive eight kills against the opposing team. He owed histheirvictory to sheer luck in the team-building process and the rest he supposed had to do with the enemy ADC being overly aggressive, but purely driven by instinct in retrospect. Leona kept him on edge throughout the game, preventing the blonde explorer's advantageous boldness from ultimately becoming his downfall. He maintained his focus in the case of an enemy gank, which, to his surprise, never came, while steadily harassing the nearest turret. Be careful, Leona warned like a mother supervising her unruly child. A few victories are no reason to act carelessly. The last swing of her solar sword crumbled the turret into rubble and the two swiftly retreated before the enemy pair could avenge their losses. Yeah, yeah, Ezreal replied with a grin, blasting a few more arcane shots towards a few unsuspecting minions. Have some fun once in a while, lady. Eight kills, he thought, were more than impressive enough to parade himself around to unsuspecting enemies and have them flee in fear. His own lane was boringly stagnant and the hunt was hardly rewarding now that Ezreal had enough to roam the map. He and Leona had undoubtedly won their lane, but he couldn't say the same for his teammates, specifically his top laner. As the tenth An ally has been slain! announcement boomed overhead followed by the all-too-familiar notifications of consecutive slaughters, Ezreal felt a tight knot of adrenaline twist in his gut. He knew the top laner was no other than Zed, a formidable threat his support had warned him to avoid until late game. But the overzealous explorer trusted his own score and knew there was no other enemy champion better matched for him than the assassin. His pride led him out of the bottom lane undetected by his support, until her cries of distress were far too distant for him to hear in the thick underbrush of the jungle. As he crossed into enemy territory, he installed a few wards to illuminate his way, almost surprised he hadn't stumbled into any of the junglers or heard the dying cry of the Baron. It was too quiet. Then, as Ezreal's mechanical arm pushed aside some thick leaves, Shaco's jack-in-the-box popped out of the brush with a maniacal laugh. Augh! Pure fear overrode Ezreal's senses, forcing him to crawl backwards on all fours from the nightmarish toy from hell. The trinket bounced in place eerily before it vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving Ezreal to simmer in embarrassment. Nice one, Shaco. Real funny, he muttered to himself as he picked himself off the corroded dirt patches. He hoped nobody from the enemy team had witnessed his moment of weakness, especially not Zed. td
Thread: First Blood ( Captain Levi and Viktoff Samson )

td wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww tdtd He stood there for a minute or two regaining his composure, dusting off whatever dirt and debris that clung to his rustic explorer-type garments. Granted, the color of his outfit matched the mud that clung to it, but it was still embarrassing. Shaco was probably cackling in the distance, or hopefully unaware of Ezreal's predicament. Only now did the blonde adventurer realize that he was treading in enemy territory without any back-up, making him completely vulnerable to a double-team. If Shaco were to dupe him with his invisibility skills, he would easily fall victim for Zed to finish him. Man, he mumbled in dismay, temporarily pulled out of focus to rub needlessly at the gem studded in his mechanical arm piece. Even if he had been paying attention, he wouldn't have been able to detect Zed's elusive footwork as they drew nearer. When a gloved hand closed firmly over his mouth and dragged him backwards, Ezreal kicked instinctively at nothing. So, maybe he really was like a helpless infant without the CC of his support which would have proved to be useful in apprehending his assailant. At first, he thought it was Shaco, but the mad clown wouldn't have spared him a second before plunging his daggers into his body out of blood lust. Kidnapping wasn't the jester's style, nor was Ezreal. It didn't take more than feeling that broad armor pressing firmly against his back and the assassin's breaths tousling his blonde locks to identify his abductor. Was he surprised? Yes. Was he aroused? Secretly so. It was no secret that the blonde explorer harbored something like a puppy crush on the assassin the same way all the female champions admired a bad boy with a slightly deranged thirst for blood. Of course, his attraction towards Zed was kept more discreetly, but not so his arousal was kept hidden, as well. He visibly shivered in the assassin's hold, wondering if he liked the spike of adrenaline Zed's blood-covered armor gave off when he took a rushed inhale. This was the type of danger Ezreal sought. Let go, Zed, before I blast a hole in you! he shouted through the assassin's thick glove, his words no louder than muffled noise behind the leather. The marks on his cheeks and the centerpiece of his arm brace glowered threateningly, however, even if the blonde made no move to free himself from Zed's grip. The irises of his eyes shone a deep blue as his imagination wandered to lewd thoughts revisited of the assassin's lips he wondered if they were soft pressing onto his neck. He thought of Zed making love to him and his deep, masculine tone of voice carrying the blonde's name in the midst of moans and groans. These thoughts were more effective at binding Ezreal to the spot than any champion's CC. But his pride was undefeated. After some brief contemplation and inner struggle, Ezreal chomped his teeth into Zed's finger hoping it wasn't only a clone in exchange for an actual skill aimed at the assassin. td
Thread: First Blood ( Captain Levi and Viktoff Samson )

td wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww tdtd What surprised Ezreal the most was Zed's lack of an aggressive response. He had expected one of the assassin's two-pronged daggers to splice his digital body into pieces by now, but what he heard against the shell of his ear was a pained grunt and nothing more. He almost felt sorry for biting him in the first place but he supposed a nip was best to test the waters than a bolt of arcane energy that could actually deal damage. It wasn't like he had wanted to hurt Zed, not exactly, but this... wasn't what he had in mind, either. In his peripheral vision, he saw Zed's blades glistening against his arm brace, stained crimson with the blood of his allies. A part of him knew this was wrong, that he was eloping with the enemy not just an enemy, but the most fed champion on the opposing team, but Zed's seductive tone of voice blurred such concerns. Is this what you wanted to do to me all along? he asked, his own voice betraying his stubbornness. He was once more surprised at how gentle the assassin's fingers grazed across the cushion of Ezreal's bottom lip, having expected nothing less than rough treatment in this predicament. This time, he complied, experimentally flicking his tongue over the two digits even if all he could taste was the bitter hide of leather. He felt Zed's hips press against his and, for a split second, he wondered if what he felt was armor that covered the assassin's crotch, or something else . Regardless, he arched his spine to grind the taut curve of his ass against Zed's front, hoping to evoke some passionate reaction from the stoic assassin. The silent and mysterious facade was cool and all, but Ezreal could only imagine how arousing a mute lover could be in a sexual context. He huffed when Zed spoke his name, his knees going weak and heart palpitating like he was some lackadaisical schoolgirl falling for the wrong type of guy. Just, he exhaled quickly, using what quick reflexes he had to turn and face the assassin, still encased in his arms. I want to see you. It was a silly request given the circumstances of his capture, but Ezreal wouldn't have given in so easily in the first place if it wasn't Zed. One gloved hand rested on Zed's blade, the other gliding up the other male's full suit of armor to his mask. Compared to Zed, Ezreal was far less geared, his boyish face freckled with dirt and framed messily with locks of ash-blonde hair in plain sight. What, you're going to keep this on? he teased in disbelief, leaning in to press a clumsy, but wanting kiss to the mouthpiece of Zed's mask. Don't you want to kiss me? His cerulean gaze flickered downwards for a split second, an impish grin crossing his features. Or do you want a kiss down there first? td
Thread: My Spectral Sweetheart (Stonetribe x Averavic)

Hi there! My name is Rairakku Saionji . I'm 20 years old, my favorite food is Tempura Udon Noodles, and my biggest hobby is flower and vegetable gardening. These past few days have been super busy for me. Why? Because just recently, I've bought a house of my very own for the first time in my life! Isn't that exciting? I never would have thought that I'd be able to afford property at such a young age. Shoot, I've never even rented an apartment before! I must have hit the jackpot though, because I was able to get an amazing deal for this home. Apparently they had trouble selling it because anyone who moved in would suddenly move out a few months later. Of course, this made me more than a little suspicious at first, so I called up a friend of mine to take a look at the place He's an awesome architect! and he couldn't find any problems at all! A few home loans later, and BAM! I am now the proud owner of Castle Saionji! That's what I said I would call my house when I was a little kid The move has been going great so far. There's still some furniture I'll need to move in, but I've unpacked most of my personal belongings. Although, I feel like I've been noticing some strange occurrences around the house... Nothing too out of the ordinary, just little things like objects being in a slightly different place than where I remember putting them, or boxes that I haven't yet unpacked already being open. Ah well I'm sure it's nothing. I Probably just have too much on my mind with the move and all. There... we.. go... and..... done! Rairakku stood up and wiped the sweat off his brow with his sleeve. Even though Spring wouldn't be here for a couple more weeks, the temperature was already starting to get particularly warm. Rairakku had just finished preparing the soil in his backyard for his upcoming flowervegetable garden. All that was left was to begin planting the seeds and wait for his first of many botanical masterpieces to emerge, then the real fun would begin. He let out a tired sigh and headed back inside. He spoke to himself as he took off his gloves and boots. Aw man, this is gonna be great! Back at mom and dad's house, there was hardly any room at all for planting. But now, I can turn an entire backyard into a garden! He stopped for a second, thinking about the possibility of using the literal entirety of his backyard for gardening, before shaking his head and dismissing the idea. No no, I have to leave some space for moving around, boring as that is He went into his room, taking off his gardening duds and changing into the clothes he was wearing prior. Hmm, so what should I do about dinner He thought out loud. I think I'll order take out, I'd say I've earned it He reached for his phone on his bed stand, only to grasp thin air. Wha- aw man not again. Now where did I put that thing? He scanned the room, spotting his phone on top of his pillow. Now why did I leave this here of all places? Man I've been much more of an airhead than usually lately He picked up his phone and dialed his favorite ramen joint. He sat down on his bed and asked about today's specials when his call was answered.
Thread: My Spectral Sweetheart (Stonetribe x Averavic)

The previous owners did indeed have their fair share of trouble, as Madoka Tsukimori disliked having her space disturbed. Of course the intruders didn't know they were encroaching on her home. Indeed, this hadn't truly been her home since she had died nearly three years ago. But she remained, at least in a sense. She was little more than an uneasy feeling to them for the most part. A tingle in the spine. That sense that someone was watching. But at times she discovered she could do so much more. Now, she was not a vengeful spirit by any means, oh no. But she tried very hard to reach out to these people. It was very difficult for her at first. She was only able to shift some paper here, knock something off of a table there... It took a long time for her to learn what she could do in her spectral form, and indeed she was still learning. Once with the last tenant, she even tried spelling out a message on the mirror when they got out of the shower. It was steamed up, and pushing tiny droplets aside took almost all the energy she had! But in the end the water ran down, and the words were twisted and messed up in an incoherent way. That was apparently the last straw for them because they up and left that evening and never returned. But now someone new was here, and Madoka was ever so excited to meet them! She watched him working now, always staying close at hand. After all, there was very little to do as a ghost besides watch those who came in and out of her home. Fortunately for her, people watching had always been something she enjoyed. While Rairakku toiled in the soil, Madoka sat in the grass nearby, idly picking at blades of grass as she watched him work. She had never cared much for yardwork while she was alive. It was a simple grass yard with some lounging chairs when it was hers. The backyard had changed several times as each new owner tried to make it their own, and it seemed that Rairakku had his own plans in store for it as well. She glided back into the house, following close at his heels. She chuckled to herself when he couldn't find his phone. She had actually tried to make a call earlier, but couldn't manage to press any of the buttons once she had had it on the bed. Sometimes her ability to manipulate the world around her was... tenuous at best. She took seat on the floor cross-legged, looking up at him as he talked to the delivery company on the other line. You're a forgetful one, aren't you? She said, smiling to herself. Usually they assumed it was them who moved things at first... But over time they all noticed her, one way or another. She wondered how he would react when he found out about her, and if she would be able to communicate this time.
Thread: My Spectral Sweetheart (Stonetribe x Averavic)

30 minutes? Okay great! Thank you Rairakku hung up and put his phone in his pocket, lest he misplace it again. Hmmm He hummed. Speaking of food, I should probably do some dishes. I know the ramen comes with a plastic bowl and fork but I've been putting the dishes off for long enough He walked into the kitchen and started filling the sink with hot water. As he waited, he noticed that he left all of his cupboards open. Ah jeez, not again. I don't think I'm even using some of these yet He set about closing them all back up. Maybe I'm working too hard on this move thing. I oughta take it easy tomorrow, or at least get some help from some friends He realized that he hadn't yet unpacked his dish soap. He walked over to the kitchen closet which held many of his yet to be opened boxes. Rummaging around, he found the box that he packed his cleaning utensils in. To his surprise though, it was already opened. Huh that's weird, did I already wipe the windows or something? He hadn't noticed it at first but upon further inspection he saw that most all of the boxes in there were already opened. Was he just opening boxes and not unpacking the stuff inside? He didn't remember really needing anything that could be found inside most of the move. Before he could think about it too deeply, he was interrupted by the sound of water hitting the floor. Ah crap! He exclaimed, rushing back to the now overflowing sink and turning off the faucet. He let out a tired sigh, Well then... Guess I can add cleaning up the floor on my to do list. Did I unpack my mop yet? I'm pretty sure it's in the-woahah woah! He begins to make his way to his closet, only to slip on the wet floor after taking his very first step. He falls flat onto his back, bumping his head on the ground in the process. Ow! Geeze! He clutches his head, rubbing it in attempt to ease the pain. He sighs and closes his eyes. Actually, you know what? I think I'll just, I'll just lie here a bit
Thread: My Spectral Sweetheart (Stonetribe x Averavic)

Madoka watched as Rairakku left the sink running to go and tidy up. She turned back to the sink, which was about to overflow. Hey! She said, waving her arms in front of his face. You forgot about the sink! He ran past her as he heard the sound of splashing water, and she followed him only to witness as he slipped and fell, smacking his head against the linoleum. She rushed over to float overhead, checking him over carefully. Are you alright? That was a nasty fall. She looked around and floated over towards the closet door. Well, at least I can help a bit, seeing as you only got distracted because of me. She reached for the handle of the closet door, but her hand went straight through it. She sighed and tried again, but just slipped right through. She glided inside the closet, and laid a hand flat against the wood of the door. She readied herself to push, waiting for that sensation, that feeling of touch. When it happened, she suddenly felt the door, and was able to push it open slightly. Ha ha! I did it! She said gleefully with her arms in the air. She quickly looked around and found the mop leaning up against the wall. She grabbed hold of the handle, and was once again able to make contact! She pushed it towards the door and it clattered to the floor. Hey, I think I'm getting better at this!
Thread: My Spectral Sweetheart (Stonetribe x Averavic)

Rairakku groaned as he lay on the now wet floor, knowing that he might catch a cold should he remain there. Though normally chipper and proactive, considering the turn of consecutive unfortunate events even he found himself lacking in motivation for the moment. Upon hearing the sound of the mop hitting the floor, he snapped out of his little slump. As he got up to inspect the source of the noise, he saw that it was in face the object that he was looking for, or rather about to look for. He smiled and spoke up. Well there's one thing that went right at least He walked over and picked it up, ready to start cleaning the floor. He before he did though, he stopped himself. Oh wait, I should change out of these wet clothes first He headed back into his room to strip once more. He was going to put on a second pair of clothes, but he figured that he would be mopping and doing dishes anyways so he might as well stay in his boxers until he was finished. Besides, it's not like there's anyone else in the house, right? Rairakku wasn't particularly toned, but due to the amount of yard work that he would often do plus good eating habits from all the vegetables he would grow, his body was rather lean and attractive, nearly a single ounce of fat could be found. He walked back into the kitchen, setting himself to work on mopping the floor, humming a little song he heard on the radio the other day as he did so.
Thread: My Spectral Sweetheart (Stonetribe x Averavic)

Madoka stayed behind in the kitchen, throwing a few dish rags on the floor to try and stop the slowly spreading puddle before it reached any of the young man's boxes. She Felt embarrassed when Rairakku came back into the kitchen in nothing but his boxers. Oh, so sorry! She said, turning around so her back was to him. Even after all these years, she felt bad spying on people from time to time - even if she had no other choice. She couldn't help but notice his lean, tanned body though, and she found herself peaking back at him over her shoulder. When she realized what she was doing she made a sort of high pitched yelp, apologized again, and scurried up the steps to her bedroom. Well... His bedroom she supposed, as she looked about the room not recognizing anything. He had changed so much about the place in such a short time. He certainly didn't seem to be the procrastination type. She poked around his things in his room for a bit while he cleaned up and hummed to himself. She looked under his bed, and through a couple boxes in his closet, just trying to get a bit of a handle on who this new guest of hers was.