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Thread: The Grimoire (FutaFanatic/Flassche)

The Grimoire Imagine finding an old book, a book so powerful that it could literally shape everything around itself. At first the young man who acquires this book is sceptical, amused even, yet after writing down the name of a relative he quickly comes face to face with the power of this book. The book was created several ages ago, back where men of great power still lived. The book would be the result of an attempt to eternalise their combined powers. Now in modern days the book still holds all of this power, never ending. It has a mind of its own, yet it serves a wielder as long as he or she is capable enough. Each successful chapter in the wielders live is rewarded with points, points he or she could spend on the book, allowing the changing of others. Now what would happen when you give a young man this kind of power? Will he use it for good or bad, or perhaps perversion. This would be a rp between FutaFanatic and Flassche. Guests, please do not post within this thread. List of in game characters and statistics Portrayed by Flassche Lance - Son See more Full name Lance Karr Gender Male Ethnicity Caucasian. Age ? Sexuality Straight. Height 188cm 6' 2 Weight 81Kg178 Llbs Hair colour Light brown hair Skin colour White, slight tan. Eye colour Bright grey. Profession Student, part time swim instructor. Male phallus size 19 cm7.5 uncut Sperm production 12ML 2-5ML is average Phallus virgin Yes Anal virgin Yes Children None. Relationship None. Portrayed by FutaFanatic Kimberly - Mother See more Full name Kimberly Karr Gender Female Ethnicity Caucasian Age 35 Sexuality Straight Height 5 ft 5 in Weight 145 lbs Hair colour Brunette Skin colour White Eye colour Blue Profession Secretary Breast size 36DD Vaginal depth 14 cm Vaginal diameter 4 cm Vaginal virgin No Anal virgin Yes Children Lance Relationship Single
Thread: The Grimoire (FutaFanatic/Flassche)

Kim sat at the kitchen table in her usual spot, waiting for him to join her for their usual routine of tea before retiring to their rooms and getting some sleep. She enjoyed this with him from time to time, enjoying the silence and company of her son but also the ocassional conversations they would share from time to time. But as time passed after he found the book, she found herself completely forgetting to wear a bra at home, feeling the lack of fabric a relief from time to time. She had no idea what brought it on all of a sudden but she paid no mind at all when it came to deciding to wear a bra. And by the time a week passed, she began to stop wearing one at home altogether. Whenever she'd come home from work she would shed the bra, having liked the lack of pinching, constriction and the like of wearing one. That and she didn't need to really worry about anyone seeing her chest at home, always wearing perfect fitting shirts around her son. Ever since she had gotten that diary from him for Christmas, Kim had been using the diary once a week, letting her thoughts build before writing everything down on various points in the week. So as the day died down and she retired to her room, she began to type up the events of her week. Most of it contained the usual routine of her day, the usual description of her day going as usual. But the last paragraph seemed different from the rest. More and more I find myself forgetting to wear a bra on my days off. Even now when I get home from work I ocassionaly take it off when changing out of my uniform, enjoying the free feeling it gives me. I don't know why but it feels nice, a change from the way things were back when my husband was around. If it wasn't for work, I might not wear a bra at all, so long as no one can see my breasts through my shirt. On a final note, In a few days I will be taking a vacation from work for a month or two.
Thread: The Grimoire (FutaFanatic/Flassche)

The results from his little experiment were paying off, seeing as his mother was aware of the fact that she occasionally forgot her clothing article, resulting in some embarrassing elements. The diary update was surprising, letting him know that she was actually slowly getting more comfortable with the changes she was experiencing. All in all it had been a good week for the young and self-proclaimed mage. The only downside of all of this was the fact that Lance was increasingly more and more aroused around the house, seeing as he now frequently was met with more cleavage or the occasional hard nipple from his mother. Lance knew that it was wrong for a relative to fancy another, seeing as taboo was a crime, yet his mother was surprisingly good looking for a woman her age. In fact, he knew many friends of his would pick her over any nineteen year old any day. His mother had never before shown any signs of sexual attraction towards her son, nor would she, seeing as how she was raised. Perhaps it was fun to strengthen these beliefs and then confuse her somewhat, making it a perfect way to gain more points. Kimberly Karr At home Forgetfulness panties Level 1 -150 Points See list This trait would be similar to her bra, making her forget them more frequently, mostly inside the house. A bra might be ok to cope with, yet panties would no doubt be much harder for her to deal with, considering she wasnt alone in the house. Kimberly Karr Belief Son innocence Level 3 250 Points See list This command would make Kimberly that much inclined to see her son as innocent and nave, almost as if he were more child than man. Whereas before an erection whilst hugging her son would be seen as rude or shameful on his end, now her mind would be more willing to belief it was her fault. In combination with the bra and pantie trait, this would mean that any staring at her would be seen as her fault, not because he was perverted. He wrote the command and then joined his mother for dinner, talking about school and asking about when the two of them would take a fun vacation together, seeing as how long it has been since they went on one.
Thread: Summoners journey (Malin, and Driven to Drift)

What were you expecting? Auron's voice was rather stern as The ship pulled up to Luca. Braska had honestly seemed rather disappointed when he had seen their dock bare to the public. There were no real admirers, no one had gone out to wish them well on their journy's and Auron had just made 50gill on their bet. Though Braska was a friend there had been little doubt in the former monks mind as to what would happen when they arrived at the shore of Luca. Auron Stretched lightly. As much as boats were necessary in spira he was honestly happy to be back on land. Braska shook his head as the two friends disembarked from the boat walking down the slowly bobbing ramp, and onto the much more solid ground that Luca had to offer them. He actually seemed a little bewildered that there hadn't been anyone to come and see them. Braska had earned a lot of infamy, first by marrying an Al Bhed, and having his child when he was still a summoner apprentice in Besaid, and then by choosing a dishonored monk as his first guardian. It was all part of his plan to save the world in the most ironic way he could think of, his own little joke against spira's religion and a chance to make the people around them open up their eyes a little. He wanted his name to be both celebrated, and a little hated, it was why he did his song and dance, and why he raced to become high summoner. That and the ever rising tragidy that was Sin. I thought someone at least would want to see us. We have been a rather popular topic. Braska said lightly turning to Auron who seemed ever the pessimist about their journey together. Dispite the length of Spira, and how isolated the islands of Besiad and Kilika were there were already gathering stories about Braska as a summoner, that and the fact that Braska was a bit of an egotist who had to try and find the stories of himself had left Auron, and him to think that there was a wealth of information about them out in the world. They had already gotten two Aeons Valefore and Ifrit, and so far their journey had been rather smooth with only a hundred or so minor fiends, and no real run in with Sin. Auron on the other hand shook his head. Were a walking oxymoron, and we are popular because people don't know if you want to destroy the world or save it. Face it braska no one wants to hear our side of the story, and besides, the real news in Luca is the blitzball season, and we didn't get on the same boat as the Kilika Beasts. We missed that boat remember? Braska took a long dreading sigh as he slowly shook his head. Your gonna be like this the entire way aren't you?
Thread: Summoners journey (Malin, and Driven to Drift)

Braska and Auron looked at each other shocked for a moment at the sudden introduction and offer of help. Braska walked forward looking at the girl. She was much younger then them, but at the same time what she wanted was a little off to both of them. Braska raised an eye brow, wondering what her motives were to simply offer joining them. His hole plan was about making a team that was going to save the world with irony. The group no one would expect too save the world, after all who better to serve Yevon then a summoner who often spoke out against the teachings. Two questions then came to mind when considering a new member. Who could braska not only trust, and what kind of crimes have they committed in the past? Looking at the girl she had the first part down. Being a minstrel was not a position anyone in the Yevon traditions held with respect. So she would certainly fit into the second part of those requirements but would she be trust worthy with his life? It was a question he kept pondering for a moment, but it was Auron who would speak up first. Why? Auron stated not nearly as cold as he was a moment earlier, now he was rather intrigued by the girl. Why would a minstrel want to sign up as a guardian? Don't you tend to sing songs about summoners rather then join them on something as dangerous as a pilgrimage? He had no doubt that the girl was ready and willing to donate her knives to the cause, but at the same time he was curious to it. Did she just want the rights to the song? Did she think that she could turn Braska's pilgramage into financial gain. Your wasting your time. He said more coldly this time. If your in it for the song, and the money that it will bring, then shouldn't you be after a more favored summoner? No one wants a song that ends in failure. Braska stepped in now acting as the good cop, especially when Auron put his words so unpleasant. Auron please, the girl just wants to help. It's only us on this journey. We could use more bright eyed people like her, and what do you mean end in failure? I have no doubt about our success in bringing the calm. He said happily both to reassure her, and give a small slap across Auron's face. Shaking his head lightly. We would welcome your assistance I am sure that even Auron can see that there is strength to be had in more then two people trying to accomplish this task. He spoke for the both of them, as he sized up the minstrel. He could see more then enough from where he stood, that she would be a valuable asset and her job certainly fit into the massive irony of his group. The trust part would be shown over time, and he was certain she had the skill necessary to prove her worth after a while, she would just need an opportunity to present it's self.
Thread: Summoners journey (Malin, and Driven to Drift)

If she was entirely honest, Ilaria had braced herself for an expected immediate rejection and had prepared herself likewise. She was quietly surprised that Braska had, instead, chosen to study her and was clearly considering at least...something. She knew her approach was a long shot, but for as long as she had considered it, she had no other options. If Braska declined, then she was completely uncertain of her next approach. Her position amongst the minstrels certainly wasn't good enough for her to return with nothing... Auron's questions drew her attention to him once more, eyes leveled on him and quickly flashed indigence as his tone turned hard. Her brow furrowed and eyes narrowed into a glare if only for a split second. She was used to people casting immediate judgement upon her because of her chosen lifestyle. She should have better-prepared herself for the suspicion, but as she stood, she forced herself to bite back the scathing reply waiting on the tip of her tongue. Her temper could be sharp and abrupt although she was a generally pleasant person at heart. Certain things set her over the edge very quickly, though. He did not know her background or her situation, and while a part of her wanted to shout it at him, she was not about to explain it unnecessarily. She didn't need to start whatever would become of the three of them off on extra poor footing. Luckily, Braska's interjection shocked her enough to ensure her silence. Her brows lifted and lips parted slightly until being sealed shut once more with conscious effort. His words were turned over in her head multiple times, sifted through and then repeated as though she had misunderstood. When she was very certain she hadn't, any sign of her previous frustration evaporated into an excited and dazzling smile and her eyes reflected similar emotions in the bright sunlight. Really? she shook her head as if to disregard the unnecessary question. Thank you, Lord Braska! she generally wasn't one for formalities, but it just seemed too appropriate in the situation. I promise you I will dedicate myself to your cause and ensure that you succeed in any way that I can. You won't regret this. The relief that had bloomed in her chest was enough to let her posture relax just slightly and her formality etch away slightly.
Thread: Healing a king and a kingdom (yajirobe and silverdreamer)

The town was in black, the whole town, not a single person didn't wear black. It had become like the state color, they had been wearing it long enough, that no other color clothes sold in the whole of the town. For a full year, they wore black, out of respect and love of their kind king. You see, a year before, the King was happy, and the kingdom prosperous. Then suddenly the Queen got ill and died soon after. The King was heart broken, he had lost everything he had ever cared about suddenly. His strength fade from his once strong and determined self. This dark morning, he was up early, sitting listening in a rather depressed state as he listened to requests. He did listen to his people, but he was not the happy king they knew before. He was rather down. He listened to request after request of his people and couldn't help but think about how his love would make some comment or joke at the perfect time, making things so much easier. Still he was king and he had to do this. He had to keep the kingdom going despite his internal feelings. He leaned against his hand, nodding as he agreed to let a peasant try growing a new field of apples, whose seeds came from another region of the world. The king took deals from the people, working with them as he cared deeply for his people. He had been so blind to how much his depression was hurting the very people he cared for so greatly and the kingdom he would do anything for as well. He let out a soft sight as he focus his attention on the next case as he worked his way pasted his feelings giving out advice as best as he could in the situation he was in his voice betraying his interest which was low to nothing as he really just wanted isolation but he couldn't do that. It wouldn't be fair to his people so he kept working.
Thread: Healing a king and a kingdom (yajirobe and silverdreamer)

Eri pulled the tightly knitted shawl around her even harder as her pale gold eyes scanned the kingdom they were approaching. The carriage had up until the point her gaze had settled on the sight moved slowly but now it was moving far too rapidly. She could see the dark clouds that had been drawn to the city by the sadness that radiated in the air, the soil and even the stones of the walls. She could not see even a tiny amount of colour any where. The flower despite it being the middle of the summer seemed to be asleep still. Suddenly the carriage came to a stand still at the staff door into the castle. With a soft sigh she rose to her feet and climbed down quickly. Without a word she stepped through the corridors and made her way to where she had been told the King would be at this time of day. She wore a simply decorated, green dress that came down to just above her shoes, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders and a pair of walking boots upon her feet. She paused only once to ask one of the members of staff where her bag belonged after she introduced herself. A look of desperation and pain crossed the male staffers face and he quickly took it from her before shunning her to the large hall. Her pale gold gaze moved along the lines of people and rapidly noted that she would stand out compared to any other person here. Not only was her dress the only sign of life in the place but her skin was the colour of warmed amber, her hair the colour of tarnished copper. The scent of soil , rain and lavender clung to everything about her. She came to stand at five foot four inches tall. Her frame impossible to ascertain beneath the attire. Slowly it came her turn to stand before the king and for a minute she said nothing but her gaze moved over him. She looked into his eyes and down along his features. My apologies for my tardiness Sire, I am Eri Grove. I do believe you were expecting my arrival at dawn but my carriage hit a boulder and had to have a wheel fixed before we could carry on here. I am the daughter of Scarlet and Tor Grove. You agreed to..my staying here some time ago. While some of it was true , some of it was simple fabrication. Created and would be backed by his staff should he of forgotten. Some of his people out of desperation had sought her fathers aid to break the man's grief and help him look to the future once more. Their answer had been to send her.
Thread: Healing a king and a kingdom (yajirobe and silverdreamer)

The King Edward looked at the woman who walked into his field of vision, he had no seen someone like her in a very long time. He looked at her and wonder who she was and just what the heck she happened to be doing in his court,his eyes focused on her as he waited for her approach quietly, wordlessly as his mind went over the possibilities of who this woman happened to bel the king had once been a man among men, he was just over six feet tall with a now thin frame warn by depression and the effects of his mire of depression. The dark haired king looked at her and saw the green dress and blinked, foreigner most likely. He heard her announcement and blinked, Eri Groove, he thought about her name and then remembered the name of her parents. It had been an arrangement made by his late wife shortly before her passing. He knew it had been a long time before, but he knew she had a long way to travel. His face softened for a moment as he remembered the invitation being sent off and his late love. Yes, you are most welcome here, Lady Eri, he said with a edge of kindness to his tone as he looked at her. He didn't know the first letter hadn't been replied to but the second one was also sent not from him. He got up and looked at her. Lady Eri, I wish you to follow my servants to their room, that you might be able to stay and relax yourself in the room as long as you wish, I shall meet with you again later in the library of this castle, he commented as he looked her in her eyes as he waited in part to see her reaction to him.
Thread: Healing a king and a kingdom (yajirobe and silverdreamer)

She looked along his form. She could see what had been and what and who was now before her. Yet for now she simply bowed forward at his request. Thank you Sire and I look forward to meeting you again later. Her words were clear and yet softly spoken before she turned her gaze to the female member of staff that waved her towards them. She was lead upstairs and out of sight to a small room that had a attached bathroom. She quickly set to what she felt needed to be done. She opened her bag and selected a simple outfit. This to was in a shade of green but golden trim decorated along the hem of the skirt and the sleeves. She removed the dark shawl and replaced it with a matching green one. She quickly bathed and readied herself while mentally preparing at the same time. By the time another staffer appeared her hair had been brushed loosely around her shoulders. The copper colour would glow in any candle or fire light. She picked up an item she had selected would be a gift for the King. It was a elegant case of pine, along the surface of it was a carefully designed flowering cherry tree. Yet it was the token inside that would be the most important part of the gift. She followed the staffer down stairs when the halls she noted were quieter. The castle already seemed darker in comparison to how it had been before. Finally she stood outside of the library door but she herself dismissed the poor woman to knock on the door herself.
Thread: Healing a king and a kingdom (yajirobe and silverdreamer)

The King looked though old books, and old laws that had been written, he wanted to review himself on the law of the land, he felt as though he was forgetting some parts of it, and that was not good. He knew that he was the person who carried out the law, fair and justly for all his people. He sighed as he looked up at a painting of his late wife, she looked down at the room with her soft eyes, and he leaned back in his chair, here was the only place he could still even feel the aura of her any more, it was odd that was the case, cause he remembered how she used to drag him here as a kid kicking and streaming, with him hating the idea of reading and her reminding him that a king had to be knowledgeable as well as everything else. He looked up and focused his attention on the painting as he closed the book and day dreamed for a good bit. Soon it had gotten darker and he lit the candles in the room to give some light, though mostly he just rested thinking of past glorious days, days of happiness and joy. At that moment in his mind, they seemed like days which would never again return. He sighed softly as he said nothing at all. He put his feet up on the counter and relaxed, sometimes he even slept here and not in his bed not wanting to let go of the memories that the room held for him. He was jolted though up when he heard a knock on the door. He walked to the door and opened it and looked at the figure, he blinked as he realized just who it was that was standing there. Well, Lady Eri, if I am not mistaken, he commented as he promptly bowed and took her hand kissing the top of it as was custom in his kingdom. He then rose up and looked the woman in her eyes, his eyes rather dull at that moment, What is it I can do for you my lady, he asked her kindly as he figured that she had searched him out for some reason, and that it would be most rude of himself to not figure out some way which to help the young woman.