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Thread: Breaking A Curse |Persephone & Applepoisoneer|

Hatori stood up, his face resolute and stony. He reached out and grasped the older man by the wrist and squeezed it. This is school property. And you need to leave. Now. Shigure came to stand next to him, and the two of them nodded at eachother. Then, Shigure took off running for the office, while Hatori still stood twisting the man's wrist.
Thread: The world of twelve! (JinmeiXaolung x PrincessPittooey)

The day was crisp in the small village of Portan. Sunlight shone through the clear skies and bathed everything with a warm, invigorating glow! On the surface, it was a perfect looking day. However, if one listened closely enough they'd start to hear the subtle whirring of various mechanisms throughout the air. Trees began to die at a rapid pace, far too rapid to be anything natural. Nox sat alone on his stone throne, watching the world through the various spy glasses and insects he had sent out to absorb a special form of energy for him, Wakfu. You see, Nox was a man with a mission to complete, and he would stop at nothing to see it come to fruition...even if it meant sacrificing the world. One of his insects however had located an unusually large source of the energy - from a moving entity. Upon closer inspection of the data readout, his intrigue was piqued. It took but a moment for him to warp to the source of the Wakfu, and after being defeated by it - he came to a conclusion that made his heart soar. This was a dragon. The source was a dragon! Surely such a creature would have more than enough wakfu to power his devices! He made a move to attack once more - to no avail. Before he could land his hit, the dragon had disappeared into a thick veil of mist that it had conjured taking it's cargo with it - A small baby. Nox retreated to tend to his own wounds and reformulate his plans again, choosing to draw wakfu from low-priority targets such as plants. There, on his throne with plenty of patience, he waited for the perfect moment to launch the second phase of his plans.
Thread: The world of twelve! (JinmeiXaolung x PrincessPittooey)

It had been seventeen years since that day, where Artemis had been dropped off by that great Dragon in the small town of Sanum. She may have not remembered, but her father, Falon, did. On her sixteenth birthday, he had told her about how she came to be his daughter. It was a quiet night, and not many people would witness what he did. No, he felt it first...a great force of power that hovered over his home, eclipsing the moon light and casting a great shadow over him. He was too stunned to move as the creature descended, and at first he thought it might have been his last moment in the world. Yet when the dragon landed in front of him, he noticed her. He didn't know why, but he held out his hands to the dragon, and it moved over to place the infant in his hands. She stirred, her crystal blue eyes opening slowly to see her new caretaker. She didn't seem too happy, but she did not cry. She only closed her eyes and fell asleep in his arms. Before he could look back up to the dragon, it was already gone. That was the story about how she came to be... Falon, now in his late thirties did everything he could to raise her even without the influence of a mother. He knew she was special, and everyone else did too. She looked nothing like him or any other other race in the village, which made her aware that she wasn't native to the village. Still, everyone treated her like she was their own. She liked it, and she was happy. However, she couldn't help but question how she came to be. Who were her real parents? One day, Artemis began to notice changes within herself. Monsters were a common occurrence, they were mostly vermin. She had learned how to fight with a sword to defend herself, but today she was beginning to sense things she couldn't sense before. She just felt strange all around. So when she ran into a monster on her way home from the fields, she was surprised that her senses were much keener than before. She could tell it was coming from behind her, and fast. A quick draw of her sword and a single swing caused something even stranger to occur. A burst of energy radiated from her sword and pushed the monster back far enough to scare it. What...what was that? She had to wonder...if she should tell her father? Would he even know? Artemis didn't like this..not one bit.
Thread: Take advantage of me in my sleep?

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Thread: Take advantage of me in my sleep?

Hello, Not sure if any of my characters might interest you, but you're welcome to check them out in my thread if you want?
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Thread: We Shouldn't Do This [ShimapanMan x reylo]

Another long, excruciating day at work. Kenneth Williams was an accountant at a fairly big firm, and it paid pretty well. It happened to be in the same town at the college he had attended, and he thought he had hit it lucky - fresh out of school, a job in hand, and he didn't even have to move much further away! He was twenty-three, and with a few promotions under his belt, he was making a good bit of money. He easily supported himself and his sister, who had just moved in recently to go to college. She went to the same school as him, and the two had been so close when they were younger. He had been excited to hang out with her... But she was so different now. She had grown up, her body filling out, and it definitely showed. He noticed it, but being his sister he just complimented her and went on his business. The guys at college, however, definitely noticed, and she loved the attention. He had given her her own room in the house, but almost no day passed where he didn't come home to loud moans, banging, and a guy or two leaving. It was Friday tonight, and he expected the same. Normally he wouldn't care, but lately... He had been feeling very lonely. His girlfriend of a few years had broken up with him, and his sister loved to poke fun at it. His dark blue eyes gazed back at himself in the rearview mirror of his car, reaching up and sweeping his short, dark blond hair back in place before getting out of his car and walking to the front door. His suitcase and black blazer in hand, he unlocked the door and went in, immediately sounds of high pitched moaning and 'Fuck yes!' ringing through the house. He sighed, leaving his suitcase and blazer on a chair before walking immediately to the kitchen. Not even caring to change out of his white button up and slacks, he grabbed the bottle of Captain Morgan's out of the freezer and a can of Coke from the fridge, mixing himself a nice, strong drink. No work, no parties meant he was drinking alone tonight. He took a long sip of the drink before moving to the living room, turning on the television to try to drown out the sex sounds. He knew he was decently attractive as his sister was, but he didn't have the drive to go out and flirt. Tonight was going to be a drinking night.
Thread: The Scent of Success [darkest_fate & SpectrumVision]

For Andr Williams, the rise to masseur to the stars had been anything but meteoric. Born in Lagos to an American father and a Nigerian mother, he spent his youth on the rough streets of a New York suburb before moving to L.A. in his early twenties. It was there that he trained as a masseur, and thereafter almost a decade of service to a quaint but popular massage parlourthat he started his own private service. At the age of thirty-nine he had welcomed his first celebrity client, and over the following year his continued diligence finally began to pay off in a big way. Even at forty years of age and with a growing list of wealthy clients, life was not completely rosy for the broad-shouldered, dark-skinned New Yorker. A series of failed relationships had left him with a sour taste in his mouth, though his aversion to committed relationships did nothing to alleviate an active libido. His resultant frustration at times left him tempted to risk his own job in pursuit of attractive clients, but for the most part he remained strong. Only once had he gambled and lost, and on that day he thanked his lucky stars that nothing serious came of it. Still he found himself plagued by libidinous desires, however, and in an attempt to adopt a more subtle approach he began to toy with specially scented candles. At length he began to craft his own, and to imbue them with pheromones designed to inspire arousal in select clients. It was very much a case of trial and error, but his efforts were not to be in vain. After months and months of experimentation he felt confident that he had perfected the technique, and when pop star and actress Demi Lovato called to avail of his services, he knew it was time to put his most recent line of candles to the test. She arrived at his private parlour late on a Tuesday afternoon in mid-January. It was a balmy day considering the time of year, with cloud cover providing some insulation for the suns rays. Andr wore his usual navy masseurs outfit light, loose-fitting cotton pants and a matching shirt with a high, flat collar. His face was clean-shaven, as was his head, and his broad chest hulked beneath the light clothing. The parlour itselflocated next to the main bedroom in his spacious apartmentwas neat and pleasantly scented, and showed no signs of the days previous clients. The urgent bzz! of the intercom broke the silence in his apartment, and with the depression of a button on the intercom unit he admitted Demi to the building. A minute later she was at his door. Ms. Lovato, Andr smiled, opening the door on his broad, muscular frame. Welcome. Come on in.
Thread: The Scent of Success [darkest_fate & SpectrumVision]

Don't worry about it, Andr assured the star, smiling warmly. Despite his American upbringing, his voice still retained much of the deep, chocolaty warmth of his African heritage, and that warmth lent itself easily to his smile. He listened to her as she continued, and gave a soft, warm laugh when she checked herself. It's fine, really. You can leave your belongings right here, he told her, gesturing towards the living room. Two large couches sat at right angles about a glass coffee table, one facing a large flatscreen television suspended on the wall, the other facing a large window that looked out over the city. Opposite the television and beyond the couch lay a medium-sized kitchen complete with immaculate faux-marble countertops, and around the corner from the television the hall stretched down towards the bedroom, bathroom, and massage room. If cleanliness were truly next to Godliness, then Andre's apartment may well have been a slice of heaven. As for whatever's been getting under your skin today, don't worry about that either. I'm sure you'll find all of your worries will melt away once we get started. But first, how about a formal introduction? I'm Andr. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Lovato. Andr smiled again and extended one large, strong hand towards her. Only after they had been properly introducedand after Demi had found a place to leave her belongingsdid the dark-skinned masseur gesture towards the hallway and invite her to enter his massage room. Therein she found a firm, sturdy massage table that could be raised or lowered at the user's discretion, its facehole already adorned with a perforated sheet of tissue paper that could be torn down the centre. The blinds were closed to keep out the brightness of the sun, and the light overhead was dimly lit. Candles adorned one of the twin tables that flanked the rooms' walls, and two fresh, white towels sat upon the other. Please, make yourself comfortable, and call me when you're ready, Andr told her, standing by the door with one hand extended towards the room.
Thread: The Scent of Success [darkest_fate & SpectrumVision]

Thanks, but you're really being too nice, Demi insisted, before pausing. Hey, I don't, like, wanna be racist or anything, but do you have a bit of an accent? I took this trip to Africa last year, and I swear you kinda sound like---oh gah, that does sound totally racist, Demi waved a hand before facepalming, instead just focusing on the apartment around her. Wow, this is really clean, she said, not sure if that was a smooth transition or not. Hopefully there wasn't anything in her voice that would betray too much surprise or be taken the wrong way. It was hard to say what exactly Demi was, considering how many different ethnicities made up her genetics, but she knew better than to get too un-PC. At least Andre seemed happy to deal with the stress. The formal introduction nearly had Demi giggling. She did laugh a bit, taking the hand with her own and giving it a few pumps. Pleasure to meet you, Andre, as if she didn't already know his name. He gestured toward the spot to place her belongings and Demi followed suit, getting her phone and keys in position. Then it was a matter of heading into the private room. It did feel a bit weird to be heading to someone's apartment for a massage. Then again, privacy was always important, and everyone who'd recommended Andre to Demi had raved about him, so she supposed she could deal with it. Plus, his apartment looked really nice, probably cleaner than some resorts and spas she'd been to and all. She simply headed into the room, noting the dim lighting and the candles. The starlet paused to take a slight sniff, swearing she could smell something pleasant just hovering in the air. There were the towels, and Andre was insisting that she get ready. Demi nodded, walking over to where the white fluffy cloths lay. She pulled her shirt over her head first, letting it fluff her short dark hair again. She'd opted for a bikini top black, and more utilitarian than sexy. It did still cup her rather impressive bust well enough. The girl technically only had B's, but they looked like they were more than a handful. The almost extreme curves might've had something to do with it. Said curves gyrated as Demi worked the pants down, nearly sticking her bikini clad bottom in Andre's direction. The bikinis were tied to the side, but were otherwise as utilitarian as the top. Demi gave her hair another fluff before wrapping the towels around her chest and ass. Then she scooted over, getting situated on the table left for her, sliding into position. Alright, I'm good to go! she called out, twisting slightly to smile at Andre, hoping that she didn't look too eager.
Thread: The Scent of Success [darkest_fate & SpectrumVision]

Andr allowed himself only the briefest of glances before closing the door over behind her, catching her beginning to remove her top. After that she disappeared from view behind the door, and the masseur was left to shake his head in amusement at her concern over being racist. He'd nearly laughed at that, had smiled, and had confirmed that he had in fact been born in Nigeria, but that he wasfor all intents and purposesAmerican. He was mildly surprised that a girl of such a mixed background as Demi could so easily get caught up in being PC, but quickly realised that he should not have been surprised. PC culture was booming, and Demi was both a young person, and a person in the spotlight. It would not do her any good to get caught up in any scandals. She was also a woman, he mused, and PC culture seemed to be almost inextricably linked to feminism nowadays. No, he really should not have been surprised. Her call interrupted his thoughts, and pushing the door open again he calmly stepped into the room and let his eyes run languidly over her curvaceous figure. She really did have a fantastic pair of hips, and that ass... Not yet, he warned himself, stepping past the table to light one of his special candles. He didn't know how long it would take to produce an effector if it would produce the level of effect he desiredbut he had made sure to keep the rest of the day free, just in case. Time was on his side, assuming Demi didn't have anywhere else to be. Are you comfortable? he asked, clicking open the plastic cap of a bottle of massage oil. As the candle began to exude its pleasant, pheromone-imbued scent into the air, Andr spread some oil between his large, strong hands, and again allowed his eyes to wander over Demi's back and posterior once more. Already he was anticipating the moment when he could slide that towel away from her torso, and drink in as much of her flesh as there was to offer. As for the towel that lay across her backside, only vaguely outlining her hips and ass... he would find a way to remove that too. Cocking his head to one side, he wondered what he might find beneath that towel. Bare calves and feet stuck out from beneath it, but he presumed it would be optimistic to hope that she had removed her underwear too. I'm just going to remove this towel, he told her calmly, resting a hand upon her back to indicate which towel, and after a brief pause he peeled it away to reveal the straps of her bikini. Hmmph. That would have to go. Have you been having any particular pains or problems? he then asked, gently pressing his hands against the small of her back and sliding them firmly up towards her bikini strap.
Thread: The Scent of Success [darkest_fate & SpectrumVision]

Andre came back, and Demi swore she could catch his eyes peeping a bit. She didn't particularly mind it was almost a compliment, really. He had to have seen a lot of girls naked, and if he thought Demi was worth peeping at then he must think her pretty hot. Right after he lit the candle Demi took a deep breath, wanting to inhale the scent. She ended up tilting her head to the side, brow furrowing as she tried to place it. There was some kinda spice there she could pick up on that, she thought. And there was almost a... musky smell? It did remind her vaguely of Africa, but her brain might be stuck there after her earlier blunder. Andre's question jerked Demi out of her confusion for a moment. oh, yeah, totally, she said, letting out a laugh before reaching up to brush back some hair. I was a little nervous, since, like, this is in your place and all, but you've got a really cool setup here, she let out another laugh and rolled her eyes. You're just missing a waterfall or something, another nervous laugh, another brush of that feathery hair. Then he asked to remove the towel, and Demi hesitated for a moment. Apparently hesitation meant yes... but then again, he hadn't really been asking. Plus, he probably did have to get the stuff on her back and all. And there was that bikini. So Demi just forced herself to relax, shifting slightly. She could feel her body swaying slightly and paused, also considering as he started working her back. She let out a slight groan at that, eyelids fluttering for a moment. Right, the question Uh, my lower back always feels pretty tense, she admitted, biting her lip for a moment. Some of her past masseurs had joked that it was because of her hips and all, which had made the previously more self-conscious Demi feel a little embarrassed. But she was definitely past that now. I know some girls get, like, stress in their upper back, but I've never really had that. Shoulders and lower back all the way, and technically her thighs, but she didn't really feel comfortable letting someone she barely knew work those, and they weren't nearly as bad as the other two areas anyway.
Thread: The Blacksmith Meets The Hero. (Lookingforthis&Chaotic)

Jake had already been walking through the streets of the densely populated city. Half marveling it all, and half knowing he had to get a few things for himself. His trade had gotten harder and harder with each passing client, as every single one of them wanted another bigger, nastier thing to be killed than the last. He didn't care, personally. He had gone through the main gates, got waved through by some actual human guards -the few that weren't golems, it'd seem- and had been walking towards what he could only tell was the buisness district. Or well, the workshops. He kept walking through streets, trying to find at least ONE store that wasn't filled to the brim with so many foreigners. Apparently, it was quite common. And the ones that were empty, were eiher close, or just plain useless. He kept walking, through alley and alley, and nothing had particularly sought his taste. Until he finally saw it. A big wood-carved sign which read Shop, alongside a girl who was quickly going away after setting a sign. He had already tried most stores, so he figured, why the fuck not? He then realized the girl was probably the last hope he had at good merchandise, so, he quickly took after her, his voice calling out. Hey! Miss! Hold on!
Thread: The Blacksmith Meets The Hero. (Lookingforthis&Chaotic)

Baellona stopped. The sentence itself describes the general occurrance One moment Baellona was moving, the next she wasn't. But this honestly lacks the details that would otherwise truly describe what happen. A person that slows down to the point they don't have more locomotion has stopped. A person that staggers, thereby bleeding kinetic energy and losing complete motion in the direction they were moving has also stopped. A person that slides in place to completely arrest their forward momentum has stopped as well. Baellona pole axed in place. No sooner had she heard the voice of, dare she say it?, a potential costumer that her leading foot hit the ground and she FORCED her leg muscles to completely stop in place. Her back arc-ed as a brace against her lower body muscles and the dust on the ground flew forward as all her 135 pounds of weigh travelling at a measly 4 miles per hour were transferred directly into the ground directly below her foot. It sounded like someone stomping the dirt to death and Baellona took a few seconds to compose her self. Turning around slowly, oh so slowly, Baellona put on her third best smile, her second best being reserved for paying costumers and the first for none of your business , and greeted... The costumer? Hello sir, how may I be of help to you? She chirped at the....well, fourth wierdest stranger to ever stop her in the middle of the street. Tall, very tall , was her first thought and followed by, and very fuckable if he dressed better . Of course, stating the obvious would have just made her seem like a retard and saying the second would have just been rude.
Thread: The Blacksmith Meets The Hero. (Lookingforthis&Chaotic)

Jake breathed lightly. So you are the one who runs this store, I presume. He said, his hands going inside the pockets of his cloak before smiling, a bit of a smirk that perfectly fitted the handsome, tall man in front of her, and one which exuded confidence only regenerative capabilities could give. E-hem. I'm looking for some weapons. And by some, I mean enough to outweigh me, at the very least. I need replacements. I work as a mercenary, and as you would probably guess, the line of works tends to get... very messy. He said, an understatement. He had already broken more than half the weapons he had gathered in other stores. I'm basically looking for legendary status weapons, enough to pierce dragon-skin with ease and even go through golem metal, if could be. He said, before he looked at the shop. Though I do prefer if we go in to talk about it. He said, looking at her, his dark eyes showing a kind of innocence that went weird with the rest of his armor. The blades at his back shone briefly, as he pulled back the cloak to reveal two silver handguns of quite a hefty barrel. I'll also need copious amounts of potions, ammo, and in general anything that I can shoot things with. Holy or Dark, preferably. He said, never faltering as he gave out the long list of things. Hey, he was a shopper, after all. And a busy one.