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Thread: Smutty -- The scientist and his sister. [[Ash]]

She nodded as she listened to him. She knew that he was having to work real hard with the lab and everything and she understood that it would take a lot of his time. She was starting to miss when they actually got to spend more time then they do now with his working and all. She knew that he had to be exhausted from, he looked it after all. She took the milk that he was offering to her and took a sip of it before she placed it down on the counter. She leaned back on it as she eyed him, you really do work hard. She didn't want to say to hard considering it was his life... their life and he did what he could to make it the best. She understood that. She couldn't help the fact that she had started to grow a stronger comfort with her brother. It was probably unnatural, but he was her everything. She shifted as she thought about the dream she had of him the night before. It was rather strange to dream of wanting to be with him in that way, but then again... it was something she wanted pretty bad, why don't you take a nice long break for a while?
Thread: Smutty -- The scientist and his sister. [[Ash]]

Once Hector gave her the milk, he kinda slouched a little, against the counter top. When he is working, he does not feel tired. But once he stopped, its like a train of tired-ness gets dropped off on his body. He knew he worked too hard, even if it was their life. Then she mentioned he does work hard. He nodded, but when he nodded, he noticed the stretch she was doing was hiking her shirt up a little bit. He look where it went up till, then looked away when he caught himself. When she mentioned the break, he shrugged. Maybe I will. Maybe I will tell them that i need a two day break... He sat there and thought about it before going to the phone and dialed the number. While he was dialing, Yea, your right. I need the rest. He was talking to them for three hours straight, trying to get two days off. Giving them updates, reports, and sightings he had since they last spoken from him, why he wanted hose days, and where he expected to be at, in about a week or two. When he finally got off, he slouched again and looked over at his sister. Well, they granted me the two days. He said with a weak smile.
Thread: An Interview [Update]

I'm deciding to make a video again. But more detailed- probably because NO ONE is from Mass and I'm from around Boston and have decided to show off my accent..when it decides to show. So if you ever wanted to know something but never got a chance to ask, go ahead and leave a question or a phrase...or something for me to answersay. I'll be honest and upfront, if this gets silly, more accent will show. But hey, it's all good! BAHSTIN!
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RE An Interview Ok. A question. Something to make the accent come out. Hrmmm... well, what better topic than baseball? NY vs MA? We all know there's a rivalry there. So, how about this..... What are your thoughts on people who say that the Red Sox got lucky that year they won the World Series not all that long ago? And what are your thoughts on the Yankees as a team, in general? Of course, you know as a NYer I'm not one of those who hold biases. I don't like sports enough to even remotely care. But, I figured I'd say so anyway, just cuz. 333333 Another post! Why? Because I have another topic!!!! Tell me your thoughts about the Patriots and the whole cheating scamfiasco. This is bound to get the accent rolling!!!! 3333333
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RE An Interview Thoughts on Hay Market. Share them. Thoughts on South End, share them, too. Polka dots or block colors? Vertical or horizontal lines? Thoughts on riding the orange line after 10 PM.
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RE An Interview So if you, Harriet, and I were in an epic threesome, who would end up on top? x3
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RE An Interview I will find whatever answer Hahvy answers with to Tako's question biased and therefore invalid. Only my opinion will be truth! Mwaha.
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RE An Interview Fuck you, I'd be on top. Erm...middle?
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RE An Interview OKAY BETTER QUESTION You get to dress me and Harriet up P Who would you dress us up as?
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RE An Interview when will Hahvy come and kidnap Red from little Denmark? o 3o
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RE An Interview If you had to choose any one person from BM to spend a week with, who would it be and why? What is your personal favorite book? What book do you feel guilty for liking? Mine is the Magic The Gathering novels. Oh so cheesy! What is your ideal date with a man? How about a woman if it differs? And finally Why do you hate me so much? le overdramatic sob
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RE An Interview I guess I have enough questions. -roughly fifteen already- So I'll be making a video interview probably either tonight or tomorrow. Be prepaaaaaaaaaaared!
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RE An Interview rubs hands together muahaha! Can't wait! XD
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RE An Interview Ha. I'm probably gonna fuck up like a bunch of times. xD
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RE An Interview we don't mine, we still love you anwyays 3
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RE An Interview --Hahvoc Requiem-- said Be prepaaaaaaaaaaared! Click to expand... All I can of think is Lion King now.
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RE An Interview that was the whole point, Harriet. 8 Such a fucking buzzkill.
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RE An Interview BUT NOW IT'S STUCK IN MY HEAD AND I CAN'T GET IT OUT! D
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RE An Interview GOOD!
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RE An Interview Interview is delayed because I'm sick. Sorry, guys.
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RE An Interview Somehow I missed this. o3o Moo.
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RE An Interview Moo? That's it?
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RE An Interview MOO 8U
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RE An Interview How about stop playing with my emotions and pull up that interview, skilletface. I've been waiting like a good boy but I hate waiting. HAET WAYTTEENG. HAET.
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RE An Interview Gah! I'll make it when I get my costume together this weekend if I can talk correctly and not sound all sniffly and yuck. Or at least, the top part of me will be all costume-y.
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RE An Interview Whee! YAY! Feel better though, sweetie! 333
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RE An Interview Since I have my camera back and things aren't so fucked up back home, I'll be making the interview this week.
Thread: Any ladies open to roleplay?

Hello!!! I would be interested! I am Amaya 18! ANy good Ideas?
Thread: Don't touch my sister she's mine...Marsoli and  falling][angel

Alan watched the world running by outside the bus window as the flavor of the week next to him tried to wrestle his attention away from whatever was floating through his mind. For her,that was going to be nigh impossible since the night before had warranted an opportunity that had tickled his fancy quite well. See Alan had a dark secret,a pretty big one that caused him to lose sleep on some nights in the most amazing fashion. Regardless of what beauty he was with,blonds,redheads,brunettes, his mind was always locked directly on one woman. Alan was in love with his little sister. He himself was a tall,brown haired young man with bright green eyes and a decent physique and was decent on the eyes. He stood roughly six feet four inches tall and weighed maybe 132lbs on a good day. The night before however he had happened upon his sisters room,as he did every night and walked in under the cover of night,seeing her sleeping in her bed in the pale light of the moon outside her window. He had knelt by her bed like he always had and watched her sleep,fantasizing about being curled up next to her in bed with his arms wrapped around her. Protecting her. What was different tonight was that as she rolled over when his hand brushed too close to her cheek as it often did and she rolled out of the blanket,giving him a nice view of her young chest. The thought alone had been stuck with him all day dispite the fact that he was sitting with a wonderful redhead who had just broken up with him while he was ignoring her. Wha? was the single slack jawed word that came out before he was bombarded with a barrage of insults and words like 'no goals' 'space case' and 'limp dick' poured out at him. He didn't even bother arguing he just let her turn crimson and storm off to the other side of the bus. Twenty seven. He said to himself as he got off at his stop,took his cram bag from school down off the rack and slung it over his shoulder. College was close enough to home that he could rent from mom and dad while still going. It was heaven and hell,living at home was trouble with college but he got to be near her whenever he wanted. That was enough for him...for now. He opened the door and without so much as a peep headed to his room,tossed his books on the computer chair and bounced into the bed,dug out a pack of gum from his cluttered headboard and began chewing it as he lay flat on his back,thinking again,staring at the mirror on his ceiling.
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Alan had been so deep in thought that,when he finally had been brought back from it he had reacted on instict,grabbing at her and gazing. He blushed furiously and pulled his hands off her hips,looking away. Sorry... He mumbled meekly and rubbed his fingers together,still savoring the bit of heat her body left,true she was straddling his stomach but he couldn't let it go too far. There were rules,weren't there? I'm fine,really. Just dealing with Rebecca's nonsense and her being a bitch. He said and thought for a moment. Or was that Makayla? Amelia? Friggin hard to tell... He muttered more to himself than anything. Regardless...You're squishing my guts. He said,scooping at her butt to get her off,though his intent was far more than brotherly however passed off as though he was shooing her to get off him. How was your day,sis?
Thread: The Morphling. chapter one complete

The story Morphling seems intriguing enough, I guess! Anyway, the idea that the world had dragons before our world had dragons would then have a controversial effect on the present mythical dragons in our world. I do not know how that could be possible? Anyway, the story would have been better had the creatures were something other than dragons, to say the least! After all, they had power over all living creatures which actually made them more like Gods!
Thread: Waking the Wolf

Really, the crowbar probably wasn't the way to go, not from an archeological standpoint anyway. But curiosity had lead many a cat to the slaughter and Alex was as good as any feline at getting himself in to trouble that way. The young man set his weight against the steel bar and shoved, forcing the stone slab out of place with a dull thump, and sending a deep crack through it. He was definitely getting in trouble for that one. After spending about 2 minutes trying to figure out how he could make it look like he hadn't just accidentally broken the site he decided it was a better idea to hope what was inside was very impressive. Alex was a very handsome young man. Not particularly muscular but then again, he was the only one here who could actually bumble his way through Celtic runes enough to come up with this place being the resting place of Fenrir. Hell, half the group's girls were here for the travel, and most of the guys were here for the girls. At eighteen he was the youngest student on this trip as well, only here because his professor had vouched for him. He was dressed simply in cargo pants and a t-shirt since his cloths were bound to get dirty anyway. He was roughly average height and had shaggy blond hair and emerald green eyes. He was surprised to find a series of stairs leading down into the hill but quickly looked for a flashlight to follow them with. When none was found he flicked open his lighter and grabbed one of the torches off of the holders. Sneaking around an archeological sight in the middle of the night and swiping torches to light your way. Very Indiana Jones. He flicked the lighter and tried the torch, which immediately sprung to life. He then descended the stairs, down towards the single room below where a stone alter seemed to have some large figure on it. He approached as slowly as curiosity would allow, expecting some sort of Norse mummy or something, which would have gone against the usual tradition of burying anyone important by way of fire ship.
Thread: Waking the Wolf

A black and silver anthropomorphic wolf, dressed in the armor of a warrior lay on its side on the altar. Its hands and feet were bound by a thin ribbon of some sort that was tied through the eye of a standing stone on the opposite broadside of the alter. A whispering sound came from a doorway like niche in the opposite wall. If Alex examined the wold, he would find the wolf alive but unconscious and unresponsive. The ribbon could not be cut by any blade he might have on his person. If Alex inspected the whispering sound coming from that shadowing hole in the wall, he would find the doorway opening on an underground stream. In the stream is a chest the size of a shoebox made of gold. An inscription on its lid is given in several alphabets. One language looks like a variation of ogham. One is a variation of futhark runes, though one would note a few runes in this set are from the Northumbrian set. However, one language is completely different in that it is a scrolling script that looks like a cross between music notes and cursive Roman, yet at the same time resembles nothing ever found before. An etched illustration in the gold plating shows a pair of vary different looking elves on either side of a series of arcing lines. Each are holding onto a single knife and chalice in the center under the lined arch with a spider hanging from the arch. If Alex could read either of the known languages, he would find them speaking of a knife that can cut an uncuttable rope and a foreigner's wine that can save a wolf. However, only a human is capable of using these items to free the wolf. Once opened, the box would reveal a small wooden chalice, a tiny bottle of liquid with a crystal stopper, and a small knife made out of bone with the blade stained a faintly different color. The gold plate on the inside of the lid shows an intricate picture of the bottle's contents being poured into the cup which is fed to the mouth of a wolf. The knife is shown being applied to the wolf's tether. ooc Sorry about the wait, and hope this makes sense. Brownie points if you can figure out the loop hole I'm using. And yes it's a female under the unisex armor.
Thread: Waking the Wolf

Silver eyelashes flickered against fuzzy cheeks before the wolf launched into a short coughing fit as the wine he had fed her rushed through her veins. It was a potent brew that left a thick sweet flavor on her tongue that resembled honey suckle. She knew what it was at once, even though she had never in her life tasted it until now. She felt the liquor pool in her belly to ebb a warmth through her limbs that had grown numb from chill. She pushed herself upright slowly, noticing that there was already a lovely toasted feeling swimming in her head. How could the elves and faefolk drink such stuff? She forgot all thought of the drink and its effects when she noticed two key facts. One, the binding that had held her down on the altar for seemingly eternity was broken and falling from her limbs. Two, there was a fresh scent of human male here. Her ears perked, noticing the sound of his heart beat, his breathing, and the crackle of the torch which shed a faint warmth into the drafty chamber. She opened her eyes, fluttering the lids to blink away some of the blur. With dark cobalt eyes she stared at the young man with his strange clothes and torch. Having no idea what language he spoke, she used body language to attempt to communicate. Her ears turned back and drooped slightly while the tip of her bushy tail wiggled between her legs. The torso plating of her armor shifted, then abruptly fell off as the old leather binding snapped from age. The metal plate hit the ground with a loud clang that had her ears flattening at the deafening echo. Beneath the breast plate that had fallen was a gray binding that had kept ample breasts from bouncing in combat. The fabric was moth eaten into sheer tatters, the chilled pink tips of her humanlike nipples stiffened, perfectly visible, and straining against what little was left. If wolves could blush... oh wait, she was already tipsy. A giddy giggle escaped her at that thought.
Thread: Waking the Wolf

When she began to cough he stopped giving her any more of the wine. Against his better judgment he decided to sneak a taste of it and the effect was pretty much the same. It warmed him up surprisingly well for such a cold room, even beyond what you'd normally expect this kind of alcohol to do. Adding underage drinking to the list of things he'd already done would probably have next to no effect. When she actually got up his jaw dropped a little. He looked up into her eyes and was suddenly aware that he was standing infront of the wolf that was supposed to kill Odin. That right there was enough to get a mild amount of terror flowing through his veins. Hi. I'm Alex. Alex. Was all he could come up with to say, deciding that it was better to sound like a foreigner than to speak Norse about as well as a child taught by an idiot. Of course, the final bit of that statement involved pointing at himself so she'd get the point. Before he could get into anything complicated her breastplate fell off. His eyes followed it down, covering beautiful breasts, taunt muscle, and a nice ass. Worse still he ended up starring a bit. This was a pretty rare position for Alex to be in and it was having a bit of a noticeable effect on him. For one, there was that slight smell of an aroused male in the air. Then there was the bulge starting to form in his pants as he found it harder and harder to take his eyes off her breasts. When she giggled he blushed a little bit, realizing just what sort of situation he was in. Sorry, didn't mean to stare... he said, looking up at her quickly
Thread: Waking the Wolf

She turned her attention to the words he had spoken. Alex... The name made her think of that legendary soul, Alexander the Great. He'd had blond hair too. Though this one smelled of feat, he also had a great deal of courage to dabble with a situation like this, let alone remain to see it through. Had he drunk some of the wine too? Oh dear... Did he realize the side effects anything not of the elven and fae worlds could encounter from drinking such? Did he realize he had just partaken of a substance that had generated the tales of Ambrosia wine in Greece? Even if he didn't, the very idea of him gaining that sort of longevity, and possibly some new tricks of his own, oooh it make her shiver to think of it. She was barely aware of his apology for staring. Actually, this old armor, falling apart as it was, was damn annoying. She paused to remove the rest of the infuriating and useless plating. As it fell, she was left in just the breast biding and a loin skirt of leather. The dried out materials still grated on her, and suddenly she didn't care any longer if she went naked. Her claws sliced the rest off in one swipe. Ahhh, much better. She looked back to the young man, this... Alex fellow, and grinned with a sultry expression. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke, though she couldn't tell how much was disuse and how much was pure drunken horniness. Fenrir, she said, likewise pointing to herself. Alex... she growled softly in a manner that mimicked a cat's purr. She slid from the altar, one foot at a time. Her balance was worse than she had expected, so what she had wanted to be a swagger towards him, turned into a staggering topple. Oh! she cried in surprised as she found herself falling over, her arms clinging to him for purchase of support as her momentum brought him down with her. Being the heavier of the two, she ended up hitting the stone floor first with him winding up on top of her. With the fall came an extra strong wiff of his deliciously aroused scent, mixed with her own spicy musk. The world whirled in circles in her head thanks to the wine, but she found herself not caring about this either. Ooh, the way he molded to her. Her tightly toned meaty thighs parted to cradle him better, which drew a soft moan of pleasure from her. Her eyes carefully studied that face brought so close to her own. That face, that hair, that build of a young man still building the empire of his own body, he was truly a piece of male perfection. Especially with the slight flush and lazy sparkle in his eyes that intoxication had added. She mad a mental note to see him served mead in the future. With bearskin rugs for garnish. If such things were still available that was.
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When you got right down to it, the effects of the wine probably shouldn't have been that unexpected. But Alex wasn't an expert in Greek Mythology. Had there been a golden apple in that box he might have had slightly more of an idea what he was getting himself into. Then again, for all he knew, the legends could have the same source. How many foods could possibly have that kind of effect on mortals? His eyes slid down her body as she started to strip further, particularly once she decided to get rid of her loin skirt. She was quite possibly the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Add to that the fact that she was the most exotic woman he'd ever even heard of and it wasn't too hard to understand why his arousal was continuing to grow. When she spoke her name and grinned like that he couldn't help but blush a bit, particularly once she spoke his own name and he had a very good idea what she wanted. Sure, he was a little nervous. For one there was the fact that she was obviously bigger and stronger than he was, but then again, there was also the fact that she was absolutely gorgeous that rooted him to the spot. Until she managed to sweep him off his feet, of course. Even a mostly useless human nose could have picked up her musk and a wiff of that was all it took for him to begin to squirm a little as his pants began to get much too tight for comfort. When she parted her thighs for him and moaned he decided that he probably wasn't going to get torn to shreds for this, at least not until afterward if she decided that it had been a mistake, and then, all things considered, he still might consider it worth it. He leaned up and placed a soft kiss against her lips as his hands moved to fondle her ample breasts, his fingertips rubbing over her hard nipples as he gently kissed his way down her neck before running his tongue over one of them softly, starting to suck on it for a moment. He'd just met the most historically important discovery in modern history and decided to fuck her, he was most definitely getting in trouble, and he couldn't care less.