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Thread: The Beginning is the End is the Beginning (SevenxSwitch)

Every man suffered from duplicity, no one was exempt from the rule - ultimately, some guys were just better at hiding it, ignoring it, pretending they never thought terrible things pretending they never felt the urge to take something that didn't belong to them or spill some blood or do something they were likely to regret. Pretending the darkness wasn't there. But Blake wasn't one of those guys - he hadn't been since before 'Nam. Since long before the bar in Saigon with the bullets and the hot tear in the side of his face. He couldn't pinpoint the time where he'd come to accept that side of himself - he just knew it was there, that there was no point in fighting it, not when the good guys always ended up as cold meat on a steel tray, not when the darkness always won anyways. May as well let it happen. Over the years, he'd let it take over so much that he sometimes felt like he'd lost some part of himself, like something had gone missing along the way, left in the dirt with the trail of bodies that formed his timeline. An image came to him, the line of faces he had caved in over the years. At the end of the line, he could see the little redhead who was standing in front of him, scared shitless, and the darkness told him he could just cut her now and no one would know - no one would say a thing because he was a fucking American hero. They would ignore everything he did, because he represented them. He couldn't do anything wrong. Fucking idiots. One hand took hold of Roxanne's wrist, gripping hard and wrenching up, his other hand going to her tiny, slender white throat, palm grasping her jaw, thumb and forefinger on either side of her face, lifting her head to force her to look at him. There are rats all over the streets here, he mused, his big hand clamping hard around her wrist to encourage her to drop the knife. He forced her head to the side as though he was inspecting her, looking over her profile - pretty. Young. So what the hell is a mouse doing in my apartment? he asked, more to himself before directing the question to Roxanne, his voice low, rumbling in a way that made it echo through the place, The fuck are you doing in here, little girl?
Thread: The Beginning is the End is the Beginning (SevenxSwitch)

Tony was right. She should have listened, should have known better. Her curiousity got the best of her. She shut her eyes, retracing the events that led up to this very moment, the last few seconds of her short lived life. Her alarm rang with Elton John's Bennie and the Jets blasting in her ear at 700a.m. She started her morning routine, clothes, hair, breakfast, and teeth. Meeting Tony around 730, they headed to school together. School started at 800, lunch at noon, dismissal bell at 310, then her and Tony were heading home. Now she found herself cowering in front of her favorite American icon. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. A sharp pain started at her wrist and shot down her arm like a web of lightening. She didn't bother to fight and forgot all about the dinky knife until the sound of it hitting the floor echoed the kitchen. Everything was exagerated right before you die. Sounds, sights, smells, etc. A lump swelled in her throat, having nowhere to go, being pinned by the Comedian's massive hand. Choking shrills spilled from her lips, her mouth suddenly desert like. Her eyes only settled on his for a second before resting on the floor. She could feel death closing in, things turning dark...Was he talking to her? Was she still alive? I-I...Wanted to meet... She was in desparate need of oxygen it wouldn't be too long before her eyes popped out of their sockets and dangled on her reddening cheeks. Attempting to inhale only made matters worse. Need...Air...
Thread: The Beginning is the End is the Beginning (SevenxSwitch)

Sometimes he forgot that other people were more delicate than he was the kind of person who became part of any hero team needed a particular kind of hardness about them - physically, anyways they couldn't break from a fall. They couldn't give up after one hit. They had to keep going. And they couldn't have necks like reeds, either - not like this little thing. He could crush this one in his palm, he was sure of it, too small and too slender, too fragile to handle this kind of thing, her eyes were already rolling back and he was sure her world was going dark now. Blake wasn't thinking right - he never did during times like these, because all he could hear was the Comedian, a distant and dark voice telling him to just hold on a little longer to that tender throat, choke the last breath out of her. She was worthless anyways, another useless member of society, breaking into apartments late at night, waving weapons around. She was part of the problem. Useless fucking broad. The knife hit the floor with a clatter and the sound jerked Blake back to reality, and suddenly he had a teenage girl dying in his hands and there was no point to it, no fucking point at all. Begrudgingly, Blake loosened his grip on her windpipe, he released her wrist. He let her drop and stared down at her, expression falling back to something neutral. Shit.
Thread: The Beginning is the End is the Beginning (SevenxSwitch)

Her body began to tremble, mustering all of its energy to distribute oxygen evenly. Her eyes moved back to his, something was going on back there, behind those eyes, then she was let go. She crumbled to the kitchen's tile floor, her shoudlers bobbing up in down as she heaved. If her throat wasn't so swollen she'd probably spew her lunch of school pizza all over the floor. Sniffiling, she whiped her eyes, and moved to her knees. She was just going to leave, this guy was fucking bonkers. Dragging herself across the floor, tiny fingers, tiny arms pulled herself up using the countertop. What the fuck... She croaked, rubbing her neck. What the fuck man! She repeated, her voice cracking. You have a 'Nam flashback you fuckin loon?! Here she was, clear, free, and she couldn't keep her mouth shut now. So many emotions were brewing in her gut. Disappointment, anger, nausea, she almost died for fucks sake. Her jaw tightened, eyes narrowing on the brooding man who she was led to believe was a hero. An all American hero. Feeling stupid, she hacked once more. I can't believe this!? Throwing her hands up, she turned away wanting to leave but was afraid. He hadn't told her to stay or go and she didn't want to end up strangled, pinned to the fridge again. She was lucky the first time and with her running mouth, she was pushing her luck.
Thread: The Beginning is the End is the Beginning (SevenxSwitch)

Blake stood back a little, head cocked very slightly to the side, expression akin to detached interest as he watched Roxanne claw to her feet, sputtering and wheezing, her tiny throat mottled with red streaks from where his fingers had pressed in. He smiled. Or rather, he bared his teeth at her. It's a funny thing, Blake said, his frame casting a broad shadow over the redhead as he pounded some well-needed logic into her little skull, You askin' questions, gettin' indignant - 'cause I could've sworn you were the one who broke into my fucking apartment and picked up a knife.
Thread: The Beginning is the End is the Beginning (SevenxSwitch)

He was right, she did commit a crime, and did deserve punishment. Could anyone blame her though? Having Blake among regular society was like letting celeberties roam freely without any bodyguards. He was asking for trouble, it just came in an unique package. People did all kinds of stupid shit to get the attention of their favorite people, even as far as killing them. She was leaning against the countertop, her eyes cast downward. Yea, don't remind me how stupid I am. She shrugged and moved towards the door. What was she going to tell Tony? He would never let her live this down. Ever. She reached into her back pack, pulling the rolled up poster out and tossing it to the floor. She could scream with frustration but decided to hold it in. She'd traveled five blocks and nine flights of stairs, she wasn't just going to without anything, even if it was just a cigar stubb. Her bruises were all she needed to know who the real Comedian was. What a disappointment.
Thread: Free Hearts (Angelic and Ruphhausin)

He smiled very broadly, very pleased with the one called Kathleen. The Mayor, who was called Dobson from what she had said, was wanting them to learn, and one of the words that the Powhatan did know was teacher. It was similar to how the Elders taught the Ways to the younger members of the tribe, and he was delighted at the idea of learning more about them as well as their language. The idea of sharing his people's language as well was pleasing, but he was very curious about her especially. Her clothing, as they called it that, was a bit different. He knew the terms for the differences were style and fashion, as he had eavesdropped on some of the women and picked up some more of their words but was not comfortable with using any of them just yet. Dobson was very calm as he listened to Kathleen's every word, and he did see her point of view. Every time that any Europeans had made agreements with the Natives, they had broken those at the slightest excuse. Dobson wanted to be different, because they had found self-sustenance surprisingly easy in a number of ways. They grew only for what they really thought they needed, but they practiced crop rotation as well as harvesting and replenishing native edible plants as well. They also used both native and imported animals, but kept them from interloping, just as they did with their hunting. They only used and took what they needed, but they still did not have as adequate skills as they thought they would. Dobson was a religious man, but he also knew that there were ways he did not understand that were just as good as their own. That did not always get reflected in the population of the town, but it was the majority so far and was how he was Mayor for so long. He leaned in and began expressing his thoughts to her, letting her know that she did have good points. I know that, Kathleen. The Powhatan has some English, and that is enough for a beginning I would think. I know how others have treated the Indians, but we also have not been intrusive to their side of what the call the Water, or the lake, and he explained, I think, that the children, after school, have gone out that far. They did not cause any mischief, but showed how they are learning. His words are not always in line with ours, but he explained that they remind him of the children in their village. I was able to get him to show the direction of his tribe, and that is in the general direction of the places where my son said you take the children out to explore. They were quiet, and he only knew because he had been hunting when he saw them for the first time and was curious.
Thread: Free Hearts (Angelic and Ruphhausin)

She called him Achak, and the sound of his first name coming from her lips thrilled him to no measure. He became a little boy again at times with her, not because he felt he should act that way, but because she brought out an innocent perception of her as well as the one any man should feel where she was concerned. He had asked about her, and learned that no man in the town had stoked her curiosity. He had to move between feelings of awe, pride, and disheartenment, as though he was glad he was getting more attention from her, even though they were being thrust together by the situations, he was amazed and upset that not one Pale Skinned Male seemed to be worthy of her. It made him walk toward her home with a bit more pride, but also at the same time it concerned him that he was reading things in her looks at him and the way she carried herself that were not there. He was not dressed in his ceremonial wear, but he had on his best breechcloth and leggings, as well as a cloth blouse and jacket decorated with the beadwork his wife had put on it. His cloak and moccasins also were his wifes work, and she had taught him things many of the elder women, including his own mother, had not been able to. His mother-in-law had been at the second meeting he had with the women, not really a meeting but advice. She had told him to look well, as she knew her daughter had gone so that Kathleen could come. One never departs unless another is there to fill the space, her words as she smoothed the blouse on his chest. It was as it had been with her, as his own mother had died while they were waiting the time for the marriage and now she was his mother in the other womans place. When he had left, he slowly had walked past all of the waginogans wigwams and saw some of those who approved. Most did approve, but those who may not have approved said nothing as he went to make medicine with Kathleen. When he reached her house, he stopped at the door, the small bundle he had been carrying with her almost falling out of his hands. It contained something he made for her, and he suddenly questioned whether or not it was appropriate. He had only given something like it once before, but now he was there with it, and as he knocked on her door he wondered. It was not he was questioning himself in any way, merely that he was not certain of what would happen when he told her the intent of the gift. It was, in his own way, an initiation of what he hoped would be a real courtship for the intention of eventual marriage.
Thread: Free Hearts (Angelic and Ruphhausin)

Kathleen was waiting in her home, doing stupid little things around the house as she waited for Achak to get there. She really was quite curious about what was going on today because she really couldn't recall anything about teaching him today. And she certainly didn't recall agree to teaching any of the Elders or members of the tribe, so she was quite curious as to what this was about. The very fact that she was getting very excited about seeing him was rather interesting and was saying something about what she felt for him, but was that right? She had learned of his daughter and his wife, so she knew that she was feeling quite guilty about wanting him in the ways that she did. It was rather weird and it was hard for her to understand. Although, to be honest, all of this was hard to understand, at this point. The fact that she had those rather vivid dreams about him was rather disturbing and so very enticing and seductive. She knew that he was single and available, but there was something within her that was feeling as though she were unfairly trying to take his wife's place. Now Kathleen was sure that no woman would ever be able to take her place, but still, Kathleen felt as though it were wrong. She was just standing there in her small kitchen when she heard the strong knock on the door. She did jump a little and pressed a hand to her heart as she calmed herself down because she knew who it was. She looked towards the door and smoothed out the soft cotton of her light pink dress. She walked over to the door and felt like she was a silly schoolgirl with a bit of a crush on this man and it was rather ridiculous for her to be feeling this way. She watched as her hand moved towards the handle of the front door and she noticed that it was shaking a bit. Kathleen couldn't believe how nervous she was just to be alone with him. It was rather stupid, but there was nothing that she could do about it because she just didn't think that there was anything she could do to calm down her nerves. With that thought in mind, she just brushed the thoughts aside as she opened the door and saw him standing there with a package in his hand. It looked like it was rather heavy, but Achak was rather muscular, so it was rather easy to figure out that he could handle it. Hi. That looks rather heavy, why don't you come in? she said with a warm smile that most of the time was just for him. She stepped back from the door to let him in, though his tall frame was a bit big against the door, but she was sure that he could fit.
Thread: Free Hearts (Angelic and Ruphhausin)

When she opened the door, Achak for a moment stopped breathing as he saw Kathleen. She was breathtaking, quite literally for him, and he suddenly realized he had to have her. He had no idea that even the Mayor was seeing these things, and though there were those in the town that thought it improper he was with the majority who saw the good in it. Many of the men were jealous, but they saw why she had not had the interest in them she was having in the Indian leader. He slowly set down the bundle he brought with him close by her and moved very close to her. The door had shut itself, and her shudders were closed and tight, meaning that one one would be able to see or hear much from the well-made house. He was right in front of her when his hands reached up to her face and held it in place as he kissed her. His lips started closed, but they opened like a flower would as it blossomed. They coaxed hers open as well, his tongue starting by tasting the insides of her lips first. He moved the tip to taste her gums and teeth, stroking inside there as he moved his hands down from her face to her neck and shoulders. He was caressing her on those places, not moving his hands below them just yet. He was pressing against her, continuing the kiss as long as possible. He loved the feel of her body against his, stirrings inside of him beginning to show in ways she would never mistake for something else. He loved her, and yet he was still a little frightened of her at the same time. He had his eyes open, something that meant to him as a gesture of knowing he was accepting all of her, even if it were things he had yet to know. He slowly moved his hands down to her upper arms, not stopping her from doing anything if he could help it. After lingering for a time that seemed an eternity to him, his hands found her small, slim waist. He rested them there, pulling her slowly against him and holding her to him. He wanted her suddenly to really feel what she was making him feel at that moment, uncertainty only existing in what he was thinking she would do. How she would respond was alien to him at the moment, but he felt now was the time for him to express what he was feeling.
Thread: Free Hearts (Angelic and Ruphhausin)

He was amused at how she was blushing, and he slowly moved his hands on her body. Her declaring honesty was very leasing to him, and he knew this very moment that he wanted her more. He did not rush anything, his hands moving slowly as he had often thought of doing in his imaginings. He found the ways to slowly take off her clothing, doing so with slow and deliberate patience. He saw no need to rush anything, as they were assured of being left alone. Where he house was located, was just secluded enough that privacy was not unexpected at all. He revealed in each piece of clothing he removed, his eyes telling her that she was worth the wait of all of this. He did not know if she would accept what he was giving her, but as he soon was getting to where he was seeing more of her alabaster flesh he really did want her to. When he had her totally nude, he stopped long enough to check her fire for her. It was a momentary lapse in the focus of the moment, but he really hoped she understood how much he cared about her comfort to do so. After being assured, he turned to her, and he was struck by her beauty once more. How did he manage to have another woman so beautiful be gifted to him, that was the question that was on his mind as he slowly started to disrobe for her. He took the same amount of time taking his clothing off that he had in taking hers off. He did not want to frighten her, but he also did not slow down from the same pace that he had with her. When he was also nude, he moved closer to her so that she could touch him like her eyes had been telling him she wanted. He returned his hands to her sides, slowly pulling her to him as he kissed her again. He slowly stroked and caressed her, letting her feel all of his body in contrast and comparison to her own. He felt the smoothness of her skin against his, his body just close and not moving to do anything without her signaling hims with hers. He would not push nor assume, as he so deeply wanted her he was waiting for her to surrender to him. He was persistent, but only to the point of pressing the issue that she was responding to him. He knew she would, but she had to know that it was more about the joining of their bodies he was after. He knew she was wanting to be his, and that the were at the right time and moment, he just was also wanting her to see the more tender side of what a man could do to and for a woman as well. His own desire was still growing, and he pressed against her a little more to show her he had need as well, only if she had forgotten what she had seen when he was nude for her before.
Thread: Falling to the Malice {Revan Leonhart & Fate}

The village was dead. True, they still felt the malice lurking about, and everyone had been absolutely certain that something still lurked. But Karin insisted that there was no point in all of them investigating. They had enough to do without wasting a day's worth of work in exploring some forgotten French village. So Karin suggested that she explore the place by herself, and if there was anything major, she'd hurry off to meet the rest of them. Yuri hadn't been all that thrilled about it, and a couple of people even suggested that they stay with her. Karin insisted though, pointing out that they'd need everyone they could in case of another attack. no one would target Karin, not specifically anyway. Besides, it didn't look like there was anything here. The redhead cautiously strolled through empty streets, her rapier already drawn. Long boots clunked against the cobblestones, and Karin felt her skirt shift with each movement. There were times when she worried about her relatively revealing outfit, with the short skirt, high boots, and tight top. But it had been what was available, and it had served well so far. She even caught the ever-distracted Yuri looking from time to time. Sighing, Karin moved to the side of a building, leaning against it. Her back was too the wall, head leaning so that her hair spilled over her shoulders. she rolled her eyes toward a window, half expecting something to just jump out of it. Not likely, since she hadn't seen anything so far. at this point though, she was half ready for something to happen, just to give her something to do.
Thread: Step into the Darkness and Play

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Thread: Step into the Darkness and Play

Sent you a PM, although I hadn't read all of the plots in this thread. . .I was on my phone, scrolling is a pain. The plot idea I sent you is very similar to Idea 8 Conjuring a Nightmare, so we can build off either.
Thread: Step into the Darkness and Play

Updated with a few more ideas.
Thread: Step into the Darkness and Play

I'd love to try the Let's Make a deal plot with you. Maybe with the third and second pictures as the daughters?