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Thread: Fx Male Still looking for that quirky partner to help you pass the time?  The one that will indulge in a good story?  Want a free cookie?  Click on this one!

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Thread: Why

Why is at the core Why do we fall in love with someone we know won't love us back, who can't even see us? I used to think it was a folly particular to me but I am older now, wiser. I've sailed the seas , driven the roads, hoked the trails, ridden the rapids, climbed the mountains, and flown the world. I have found treasures of the flesh ripe for the taking in many quarters. I am blooded. I have seen the hearts and souls of thousands of travelers and locals, they open themselves to me , why I cannot say, but that I talk to them, I tell my story and elicit theirs , they recall, they remark. Warriors, thieves, lawmen, outlaws , healers, and many many regular people who are nevertheless the heroes of their own stories. It is a gift , it is a curse. To want to know, to be able to know, and to remember. Each leaving a trace of themselves on my soul, I come away somehow changed each time, no matter how small. Some even cry the things they tell me not thought of or spoken of in years. Sometimes it is too much for me to bear and I hide. I become my technical self, the analytical, clinical , distant me . Few words and fewer smiles. I do this because I need to keep the world out sometimes, to be just me. But mostly I am always taking in, listening, talking. And it seems none are immune, no one type of person is so wise and so self controlled that they can control who we desire, who fills our waking thoughts and their dreams. At any given time perhaps, but not forever. There seems to always be one. One is enough when it's unrequited, when it is hopeless, when it makes so much sense , when it would be the more perfect than you ever could have hoped. That is enough to bring you low, to rip out your guts on the way to your heart and your soul. When you would give nearly anything to hear their voice , to touch them again , to embrace... the softness in their eyes when they look at you. How it makes you long. How it makes you wish. How you bargain with no one in particular, you plan and plot, but these cannot bring it about when it was never meant to be. Yes it can never be, and we know it going in, and we still fall for it. We still do it. Why? Because we live, we are human. Because we have hope. Because we have hearts. The heart's desire is bound by neither the laws of man nor physics . So take a deep breath even if it hurts in the chest, and move on. I won't tell you to not think of them, it would do no good. Fill your life with other things, and perhaps one day you will find a love that can be. There are no promises but there is always hope.
Thread: Fx Male Female looking for an experienced dominant male for long term rp

I am a girl but I play males fairly well. I am interested in slave master, babysitterchild's parent, and victimmob boss
Thread: Dance of Dragons [randomname and celebstars]

You should not stay alone, Daenerys. We do not know how safe this city is. 35-year-old Thoren Volleah cautioned the younger blonde woman. Having been by her side from the beginning, Thoren knew best for the Targaryen. Still recovering from his wounds, he had the scars to prove that he was here to protect the Mother of Dragons. Coming from small beginnings, Thoren was born into a poor family in Mereen. When he was only 17, his mother and father decided to sell him into slavery so they were given more food. After a couple years working for a Master, Thoren was thrown into the fighting pits where he became a legend and won an extraordinary amount of money for his Master that granted him freedom over a decade ago. Thoren spent his time as a lone wolf sellsword for the next few years until he finally settled down in Volantis. A few years ago, Magister Mopatis in Pentos offered him a place to stay in his mansion if he protected the two Targaryen siblings that were exiled and staying in the city. With pleasure, Thoren took on the job and received no pay other than the food and shelter. Even after she was set to marry Khal Drogo, Thoren stayed to protect her and defend her. Thankfully, the violent Khal never laid a hand on Daenerys because he was killed in battle. The rest of the Dothraki, blaming this foreign woman for their defeat, decided to burn her alive. Thoren fought like hell but was eventually overcome by the numbers that he lacked. After receiving a few stab wounds and cuts, his body was marked even more than the first time. However, when Daenerys rose from the ashes, he had all but gave his life to her, giving his faith and protection to her without expecting anything in return. Thoren was over six feet tall and had dark brown hair that was medium length and curly. His eyes were an icy blue with a masculine face and some scruffy facial hair forming. His body was muscular and tanned from years of fighting though he was still on the thinner side from the lack of food. He just had enough musculature to balance out body. There were countless scars on his chest and back but he had survived them all. You know Im the best fighter in your ranks. Let me stay here with you. My highest desire is to protect you. Having just escorted Daenerys to the guest room, Thoren was not going to leave. Either he was standing outside or he was going to join her inside. If she accepted his request, then the male had a bright idea on where things would head but he had to fight just one battle at a time.
Thread: Dance of Dragons [randomname and celebstars]

Daenerys was just beginning to fully recover from her ordeal. Suffering threats and hatred at the dothraki army she was forced to burn along with her eggs, doomed to perish and be killed. But as the flames took hold and burned brightly, what was to happen next shocked the army in to submission. Recognising her as someone they could follow, the hate stopped and the worship followed. Weeks of walking through the desert nearly killed everyone, exhaustion, thirst and hunger played a part. Fights among the men were beginning to escalate but thankfully the city of Qarth was found and the group were taken in as guests. Daenerys was welcome as was her friend, adviser and protector Thoren. The group of men behind however were seen as savages and animals. It was only the Targaryen name which allowed them in. Washed, clothed and fed, the eighteen year old light blonde haired girl was given a place to stay by a kind gentleman. Wanting nothing more than to just lay in bed, she was escorted by Thoren. I wouldn't have you stay outside. I hardly know this place. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone, only you. Entering the guest room, she left the door open for him to enter. Taking in her surroundings, she headed out to the balcony and looked down.
Thread: Dance of Dragons [randomname and celebstars]

Once Thoren was granted access into Daenerys private quarters, he stepped inside. Thank you. I feel much better knowing that I will be here in the flesh to protect you. That was all Thoren had known lately. She was not paying him a single coin for his services yet Thoren was willing to give his life for Dany. The male hoped he would soon do more than just protect her from her enemies. The male often dreamed about sleeping in the same bed as the blonde with her head on his chest as they slept. This could be the night where it happened. For the past few months, Thoren noticed how they took more glances at each other. Thoren always thought Dany saw him only as an advisor and protector, but when he nearly died while trying to prevent the Dothraki from burning her alive, there seemed to be a shift. Sure, she could not burn but Thoren did not know it at the time. Because of that, he gave every last ounce of fight in him to help save her. Following the woman out onto the balcony, he stood by her side as he enjoyed. Even if you had told me to not stay with you, I would have kept guard outside your door. This makes me much happier. Chuckling quietly, Thoren casted a glance towards Dany. She was a beautiful woman both inside and outside. He hoped to explore her in a new light tonight. Besides, there was only one bed in this room. They might as well share it. Can I get you anything right now, Dany? He asked, using the affectionate nickname he had started using lately she always seemed to enjoy it, so Thoren kept using it.
Thread: Dance of Dragons [randomname and celebstars]

The city was nice, it looked grand, it was quite astonishing that it could be situated in a desert. No thank you was a reply after giving a small smile to the man who said he would have waited outside. Those big blue eyes looked up at the man as he was taller. Why do you care for me so much? I am young enough to be your daughter, you could go and have your own life, have beautiful children. Instead you choose to waste your life on me. Besides, it seems they only have wine here, I have always hated it as my brother would drink much of it and make him turn nasty Dropping her gaze away from his face, she looked at his chest, his clothes and thought about him being hurt. A tear left her eye, You don't have any wounds do you? Do you want me to look at any? Or maybe I can call someone?
Thread: Dance of Dragons [randomname and celebstars]

You dont need to call anyone, my Queen. Dont cry. I am alright. I am healing now. It will take time. Thorens life was saved by some of the maidens around the fire that had medical knowledge. He was close to dying but they had saved him. He could tell that Dany must have still worried about it because of the way she was acting. Deciding to be bold, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling the woman into a hug. I care for you because I know you are special. I can see it in your eyes and I can hear it in your words. I want to be by your side as you take the Iron Throne. I want to help you, support you, and protect you. Plus, you are the most beautiful woman in all of Essos, Westeros, and the entire world. I consider myself fortunate that you allow me to protect you. After saying this, Thoren pulled back enough to just place one gentle hand onto her face, slowly stroking the soft skin with his thumb. Theres nothing to worry about, my Queen. I am not going anywhere. I am not hurt right now.
Thread: Dance of Dragons [randomname and celebstars]

Well I can't help but worry about you all the time. Letting him pull her in to a hug, she embraced it, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head in to his chest. As he spoke, Dany felt motivated by his words, it lit the fire further which was already burning inside of her to rule and take back the kingdom which was rightfully hers. You are fortunate, remember that, I could have you cast out and never be by my side again. Pulling away she looked at him and smiled smugly, loving the power she had. The feeling of his touch on her face, made her smile and lean in to his hand. I'm glad. Leaning in, she tiptoed and kissed his cheek. Showing the man and her protector some affection for the first time.
Thread: Dance of Dragons [randomname and celebstars]

Smiling, his confidence was slowly growing. Lets be honest. We both know you could never send me away. This time, there was a hint of seduction and charm in his voice. The space on his cheeks where Danys lips touched continued tingling. The smile was widening across his entire mouth now. Keeping his arms around Danys waist, the warrior decided to press things further. Even if you sent me away, youd have to kill me before I left you alone. I care about you so much, Daenerys. I dont just care about protecting your life. While that is clearly my priority, I want to see you happy. I feel proud that Ive made you smile and laugh a few times. I hope I continue receiving chances to do that. You are easily the most beautiful girl this country has ever seen. Im a lucky man. I can barely believe Im by your side.
Thread: Dance of Dragons [randomname and celebstars]

Well I wouldn't have to kill you, I now have my dragons to do it for me. Turning to look at them in their cages, she looked back at the man. They may need a few years, but they will get their eventually. Listening to him, the affection he had for her was clear. You have my permission to do whatever you want right now. Being his ruler, his Queen, she thought she would include that role, allowing him to do what he most wanted to.
Thread: Dance of Dragons [randomname and celebstars]

Thoren did not need to hear the order twice. Looking deep into his Queens eyes, the male suddenly leaned forward and kissed her. Both hands wrapped gently around her face, pulling her lips towards his. When they touched, Thoren felt chills run down his spine. It was something he craved to do for a long time ever since they met. Her word choice spoke volumes do whatever you want. Dany was used to having power, having control. But tonight, she was giving it up to Thoren. Hopefully, she could trust him enough to give up all control to him for the night. Thoren would never harm her. He only wants the best for her. I want you, my Queen. I want to make love to you but not only that. I want you to be mine. I want to fall asleep every night with you in my arms. I want to wake up every morning with you still there. I want to show you theres so much more to this life than you already know. I want to give you more than just the throne of Westeros. I want to give you everything. He whispered, his words heartfelt and pure. It was clearly not just about wanting sex.
Thread: Honor & Spiders [Rave X Ironic]

Genji wasn't a member of Overwatch anymore. Not officially. The organization had been off the grid-- and only ever so recently did things start to perk up again. New dangers-- not from Omnics this time, but from people they once called friends, started rising up left and right. It wasn't as if Genji was inclined to rush head first into danger, but he was doing this as a favor to Angela. The woman who quite literally put him back together, having sent him to Gibralter in order to follow up a lead she got from one of her friends. While Talon were as secretive as ever, something leaked. A meeting-- a break out of someone. The heads of talon were to gather in gibralter and discuss details, and the last thing Genji remembered, was hiding by the coast line where Winston's old lab used to be. Then nothing. Blankness. Only the smell of something rosey-- and the loss of conciousness that followed. One second he was keeping watch out of the glass windows by the coast, and the next his body had hit the floor. His eyes were reopening again now, but the vision was hazy. He struggled against his own body's refusal to move, his mind willing it to get up, but the muscles not responding. It took him a few moments longer for his eyes to fully open and finally adjust. Keeping his calm at what he saw was difficult, if only because he had no explanation as to what was going on. His armor was still on-- save for his face. the top of his helmet was still on, but the attachment that kept his mouth concealed and his voice disguised was gone. His body armor wasn't removed-- after all, some of it was there to keep him together and safe from falling apart. When Hanzo slashed him, he slashed deep across the midriff. He recalled the painful moments. Bleeding out. His guts spilling from him. That part of his body could not simply be healed-- it had to be kept together. He turned ominc to stay alive, but all the same, there were very human parts about him. His armor usually came off in pieces. Helmet. Chest. Arms. Groin. Legs. Yet the armor to the midrif and abdomen could never be removed, as it was connected via tubes and vials to his very blood supply, keeping everything together. Surprisingly though, only part of his mask was removed and nothing else. Where am I! He called out suddenly, not knowing who, or what would answer-- but it was instinct to yell it out.
Thread: Honor & Spiders [Rave X Ironic]

Amlie Guillard grew up in her family's ancestral home of Chateau Guillard. For much of her life, she was known as an accomplished ballet dancer in Paris. She married Grard Lacroix, an Overwatch agent spearheading operations against the Talon terrorist organization. After several unsuccessful attempts to eliminate Grard, Talon decided to change its focus to his wife. Talon operatives kidnapped her and subjected her to an intense program of neural reconditioning. They broke her will, suppressed her personality, and reprogrammed her as a sleeper agent. She was eventually found by Overwatch agents, apparently none the worse for wear, and returned to her normal life. Two weeks later she killed Grard in his sleep. Her mission complete, Amlie returned to Talon, and they completed the process of turning her into a living weapon. She was given extensive training in the covert arts, and then her physiology was altered, drastically slowing her heart, which turned her skin cold and blue and numbed her ability to experience human emotion. The slowing of her heart rate allowed her to become an exceptional sniper. Thanks to Talon's experiments Amlie was gone, replaced by Widowmaker, Talon's most effective assassin, and feeling little save the satisfaction of a job well done. As far as Overwatch knew, she had been kidnapped. Widowmaker awaited in the shadows as she continued to keep her golden hues glued onto her next victim. Genji was just starting to awaken from his slumber, his disoriented aura sent Widow in chuckles. Prior to placing him in this abandoned shed she would take his weapons away to ensure they wouldn't be used in fury. Once he called out, requesting where he was, that was when Widow knew it was her time to shine. Stepping out of the shadow, her stiletto heals clicked against the cement flooring underneath her, those glowing eyes seeming to fill the room. Ah, Bonjour monsieur Genji. Gently her hands folded against her backside, circling him like a wolf skimming his prey. I figured that this would be the best way for discussion. I apologize I had to escalate to this form of action, but it deemed to be the best option. She stopped walking before kneeling down to his level. I have a proposition for you. If you're willing to listen to moi... A small quirk of her lips erupted a sadistic smile. If you're willing to cooperate with me Ii will be willing to get you back your human form. Does this appease your ears?
Thread: Honor & Spiders [Rave X Ironic]

He didn't need much explanation after he saw Widomaker step out from the corner, and reveal herself to him. A small scoff escaped his throat just then, as if already knowing the predicament in which he was in. He'd not witnessed it himself, but Angela had told him all about what happened to Amlie Guillard. In truth, he did not blame her for her murderous actions. Brainwashing was seldom the victim's fault-- but what she had done since then, was hard to forgive. Either way, this wasn't going to be a fun time for him. Or at least that's what first impressions seemed to be. Widowmaker. He spoke her name back in 'greeting', though it was mostly acknowledgement of her presence. His voice had a hint of distaste, because you didn't capture someone then leave them to rot. You usually wanted something. You did not think the best option was simply approaching me? A twisted way of thinking. The Talons have sunk deep in you. His accent was heavy, and some words didn't...translate, particularly well from his native tongue to the one they shared. Yet the message was all the same. He paused his lips' movements though when she suddenly squatted down and came eye to eye with him. He was ready to counter any proposition she had, but the words that followed out of her purple and pale lips had him freezing for a moment. He was unmasked, so she'd see his eyes widen in that moment. Brows lifted in slight disbelief, before denial and logic took place of surprise quickly. His arm rattled upwards, only to find that they were chained to the ground beneath him, cuffs tightly wrapped around his wrists. I see-- so your goal is to torture me with the impossible? It will not work, Miss Guillard. Even Angela and my master could only muster up this much to...heal, me. He hated the word 'fix' for him. You cannot possibly believe that I would fall for such a cheap trick. He scoffed-- though at such proximity, one more thing was confirmed for him. She really was as gorgeous up close as people said she was.
Thread: Honor & Spiders [Rave X Ironic]

Her fingers sprawled out only to be clasped again in a tight fist. She came into this situation knowing that he would be defiant He has been through suffrage before, she couldnt blame him for that. Talon made me who I am today. Her thick accent curled some words with the tip of her tongue, her irises searching in his own. Those prominent shoulders rolled around before she slightly skulked closer to him. Ce n'est pas un problme. I figured you would say something like that. Her left hand stretched around towards her utility belt, clasping onto a thick rolled-up piece of paper. Bringing it up to his face, her wrist flicked downwards in one swift movement, the paper unrolling to showcase the diagram of Genjis human transformation. There he would see a cluster of anatomy and physiology photos scattered around, accompanied with long paragraphs of information explaining each photo and how it would be possible. You may think were all fun and games, but the truth is We get down to business. She would let him see the thick paper for a minute more before snatching it away, giving him something to think about. When we say we will do something, we do it. This time her eyes were hardened, convincing. I know Angela has done a very good job with you, but she still hasnt turned you back to normal. We have the equipment here at Talon. Let me be the one to give you that life-long dream. Raising her eyebrow, she would scoot closer to him. I also know Hanzo hasnt been very cooperative. Perhaps if he sees that you have recovered astonishingly, maybe hell falter and agree in your ways of life? She was hoping that she struck a nerve with their brother rivalry.
Thread: Honor & Spiders [Rave X Ironic]

He was prey in this situation, and he'd only felt like that once before. When his brother nearly killed him. Every other time, Genji was the predator. He was the one that attacted. That initiated. The dominated people. Yet Widowmaker was a different beast, and she had him, quite literally, chained to her commands. Though she seemed proud of Talon and her...achievements under them, he did not respond. He would not bother berating Talon nor praising them. She was brain washed. It was fruitless. It was only when she pulled out the paper she had on her that his brows shot up, his eyes widened, and he stared. Silent for a long moment as she spoke, he could only take a look at what was drawn and written. Not an expert on these things like Angela was, it was all...difficult, but he was no idiot either. He could confirm some things. Tell things apart. Understand some of what was written, and it was...advanced. More-so than what he saw Angela ever hard. ...How can you do this. He questioned, but she was exposing a weakness, so genuine intrigue was sudden in his tone of voice. The shock of it all was affecting him, but he needed to find out more and keep up a defiant front. Though the latter requirement was fading in the face of Widow, and what she held in her hand. I thought this was impossible. I did not.. He cut himself off, in fear of accidentally downplaying Angela's work and praising an organization he was sent to hunt. This predicament was challenging, but at the mention of Hanzo, she struck a bit of a nerve. My brother is on the wrong path, but I am convinced that I can turn him. You are not worthy of speaking his name. Echoing his brother's words to him was a weird experience, and it made him pause again. But...should I consider this...what do you demand on me in return, mm? To kill like you? To murder innocents? To be your slave? She'd see the progress she made there. If nothing else, he was considering what he'd have to give up for all this.