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Thread: Are we recording?

So...where do I begin? We'll let's start with whats fresh. Venom...perhaps one of my biggest influences ever. I mean the character has been an Idol, Icon, Rolemodel and at times a substitute for my father...Afterall I grew up thinking my dad was Venom. Anyway, so today or yesterday technically I got the last Issue of Venom. It had been a monthly comic book and would always make my month. However recently its been cancelled so that Marvel can rework the entire Spiderman Universe. SO to say I am disheartened is an understatement. The new Venom had Eddie Brock gone and replaced with Flash Thompson. Remember that guy who bullied Peter Parker in the spider man movie? Yeah that guy. He goes to Afghanistan and loses his legs and becomes Peters freind...then gets signed up as Agent Venom. From there we go on a journey with him as he battles his own alcholism and issues with his father...As someone who has a hard time relating with my dad, well I identified with him. This series meant alot to me on a very personal level and seeing the characters evolve as they did, it made me excited for every issue. Hell the reason I got into comics was because of this book. Many fans are upset as am I. I know its just a comic book but everyone has there one thing they love irrationally, mines just an alien who eats brains. After everything said and done the series ends with something that touches my heart in a way I never considered...It brings forth some ideas about fatherhood...that made me think hard about my dad and wonder if our relationship can get better... Venom has means alot to me in the way kids always have thier favorite superhero. He's been something I can always look at and try to imitate to be a better person. I know this isn't what I usually type but i felt like this had to be written. Afterall what if I have a son one day? What if he asks why does his old man love Venom so much?
Thread: Are we recording?

hugs you
Thread: Are we recording?

Been busy as hell, sadly have to delay a big surprise but I figure it'll be worth it. Also recording tonight...damn so busy when did my life get interesting? Certainly not when I wanted it too... ANyway making some dinner than working on some old projects and finally doing some laundry...CLothes Mountain may be a landmark but it has to go.
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Just be sure to get some rest and take care of yourself.
Thread: Are we recording?

OK! Wake Up Blue Moon is now official and it will be airing every monday at 12 PM EST whilst Moonlighting will be around at the poll results day! So big week ALL HALLOWS EVE...whispers heard wait they call it what now? whispers That's...ok. So your saying I'm a hundred years late? whispers THEN WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING? whispers FUCK OFF! I DID NOT HIRE YOU TO PRANCE AROUND IN A SLUTTY BUNNY GIRL OUTFIT, YOU ARE MY SECRETARY AND HEY STOP XX DONT TOUCH ME THERE!!! FUCK!!!! OK OK...the outfit can stay ok well I gotta go...
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ugh everything is all in a jumble...so the thing that comes to mind is a captain of a ship. The ships going down and all he can really do is watch the sea swallow his home. I can't even get a good analogy out...just being human is hard...harder than anyone tells you. ANd the whole problem is theres no one to really rely on for advice...It just bothers me that theres never any real path to follow, its just a forest you stumbe around in until we all get to the other side. Maybe it gets easier but for me I'm just trying to get out. I don't reallly know if writing this helps but it makes me feel like I've done something...afterall I'm still in the harbor, watching the calm before the real storm.
Thread: Are we recording?

I find it helps to write things out a lot of the times even if no one else understands it or even cares.... you write it for you if you have to. It can be cathartic and sometimes later on it can even give you some insight. And sometimes, you can even be surprised that others are actually listening too. hugs
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You wanna know whats awesome? When you get new meds that make your stupid penis get all kindas aroused at nothing but your mind is like, Dude chill we're busy. Also stop trying to do all the thinking that's my job. and then your stupid penis still fucking goes off at the littlest thing and your pretty much chemically castrated...sad part is I kinda prefer being disinterested in sex.XD I get waaaay more done and I can finally do all the boner killing fun stuff like medical research and writing about profiling... Well maybe pretend to do that stuff whilst I read my comic book collection cover to cover. And also play a shit ton of Pokemon. But for real its kinda dumb that my medication fucking spikes your libido and you have to take the mood stabilizer lest you become Dexterthe show about the pychopath not the kid with the lab...also yes this is a seroius concern with the meds I'm taking... After all therapy only gets you so far and the meds do help...just gotta be careful. But back to my original proble, high libido is bad libido. Anyways barring that things are going good. Would kill for some skim milk at the moment but I'll live with water. Moonlighting comes back tommorw as well as Wake Up Blue Moon - sooooo much work. Who knew being something other than a goofball would require actual effort. Anyways gotta get everything prepped and also need to adjust a few programs...Skype is phasing out the desktop model for a mobile one wich means the shows recording software will have to be replaced and as the new version is not out no one has devoloped any new software TT. SO we haves a situaition in wich I can do nothing until we get the new version, but by then I won't be able to record the show until something is developed...Skype you bitch! Finally Firefly boardgame...FUCKING EPIC. ALso got a promo ship and the expnsion is out this month Cant fucking wait. The game is gonna get bigger get more ships and crew and captains. ALso those clever motherfuckers will be expanding the board as well with each expansion. afakfkafka WHAT THE FUCK!!! GIVE ALL MY MONEY!!! But seroiusly if you can get this game, especially if your a browncoat! If not its still fun. I've been getting more and more into tabletop thanks to Nihls and Broom...Don't tell them though, theyd get all kinds of snarky and smug. Welp I guess thats it for this edition of Are We Recording, Vert out!!!!
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So really good day. I mean like stupid good. Anyway if the person responisbile reads this, thanks for everything, you're the best. And also shout out to DA...for just fucking with me. Cause thats what I expect from my best friend...XD
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Things are hard...life can be hard. If its only fair to try and slip the bonds of despair maybe those who seek it can find rapture. The chains of servitude weighed heavy on me once before, locking me in a cage. Now I find that those same chains have shifted to ribbons and all I wish now is to seek the hallow I once called home... Funny how things can shift so much over the sands of time. I sit here now looking back over my choices...wondering how much do I know and how much do I just stumble upon... Oh well things will work out eventually even if they might not go the way I want...I just have to wait, then see.
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Got fired today...they wouldnt even say why. I got my bosses email as well, like the one he sent to HR, it says no cause.... So don't have much to say and I'm not even bummed. Just tired and I realize this is utter bullshit...Oh well I'll bounce back. I always do
Thread: Looking for males. Onexone. PM.

Added number three. Most likely going to sleep for the night.
Thread: Looking for males. Onexone. PM.

Awake again. Available to roleplay most of today, probably.
Thread: Looking for males. Onexone. PM.

Added my F-list. If you come up with any ideas please PM me.
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As a notification, I PM'd you.
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Daily bump.
Thread: All female cannon fandom Orgy

sounds like fun
Thread: All female cannon fandom Orgy

Yay. That's one down, and only.....five to go before we begin
Thread: Cult of Personality

Look in my eyes, what do you see? The cult of personality I know your anger, I know your dreams I've been everything you want to be I'm the cult of personality Like Mussolini and Kennedy I'm the cult of personality The cult of personality The cult of personality The words flew from an iPhone as it lay on a mahogany nightstand above the phone, slightly shaking from the alarm was the brass lamp that towered over it with its tree like branches that held the shade over the incandescent bulb. Whomever placed the bulb there understood that the harsh light of a fluorescent was something that had no place next to the California king sized bed and the lone occupant of the red satin sheets and floral comforter. The walls surrounding the room were also red with a floral print and while most would find it just a bit tacky, the young man sleeping in it could not help but be repulsed by the overtly feminine theme. Groaning as the words slowly stir him from his dreamless sleep, it is always better when he does not dream, slowly opening his eyes as he feels the cool air of the fan up above his head press the cold air down and forcing the warm California air to the roof. Pushing up with his hands and sitting up, the room still black as death he briefly looks around before sighing, for the fourth day in a row Adam once again forgot to set his phone for pacific and not his native eastern time. Cussing to himself under his breath, groping for the lamp switch, he turns on the light, the yellow glow radiating from the bulb, only muffled by the paper shade. Pulling back his sheets and turning his body and sliding from the sheets, purposely leaving them messed up. Walking towards his suitcase in his birthday suit, the soon to be master of the house opened the dark hunter green case and then pulled out a grey pair of boxers. Sliding them onto his well toned body, the former martial arts instructor steps from his room, through the threshold and out onto the cool marble floor. Walking through the rather elegant house, he stops only once to open a drawer with the soon to be signed contract hidden inside the woman, not the bitch he had fought the past few years for would soon be his and then the fun would begin.
Thread: Cult of Personality

Jayde sighed, wrapping the red and white paisley sheets around her body, shivering slightly. The matching comforter had been pushed onto the floor after all the tossing and turning she had done that night. As she laid in bed, she fought the urge to glance at the digital clock that rested on the mahogany nightstand next to her, knowing that it would only make her more anxious. Mostly she was eager for morning to come, anxious to start her new life, but a part of her didn't want the night to end. Soon, her life would be changing drastically. Still, she knew it was for the better. Adam had been there for her through the most difficult experiences of her life she owed this to him. Not quite an hour passed before she finally started to drift off again, but just before she reached sleep, her eyes suddenly fluttered open at the faint sound of the lyrics from Adam's alarm coming through the thin wall that separated the two bedrooms. Her heart seemed to beat a just a bit faster knowing that he was awake. Again, she felt the familiar sense of need that she had been experiencing since his arrival. Desperately, she wanted to go to him, but she remained where she was. It wasn't until she heard the creaking of his bed followed by his footsteps across the room that she finally sat up, pushing the sheets away from her body. Stretching a bit, she stood, slowly making her way across the large room and into the adjoining bathroom. Fumbling for the light switch, her fingers finally found it, her eyes squinting a bit as the bright light filled the room. After letting her eyes adjust for a moment, she turned on the faucet, filling the glass vessel sink with warm water. As she did every morning, Jayde washed her face with an almond scented soap, taking in her reflection as she toweled off her wet skin. After quickly brushing her teeth, she ran her hairbrush through her long, auburn hair, hoping to make it seem as though she didn't just roll out of bed. With one last glance at herself, she walked back into her room, grabbing her red, silk robe out of her closet and putting it on before quietly slipping out into the hallway.
Thread: Cult of Personality

Still walking across the marble, the cool stone stealing the warmth of his feet, the callouses on his feet from days on the mat and wooden floors of the few dojos he trained on over the years were the only thing the stopped shivers from running down his body. The atmosphere of the house was odd to the less than wealthy man having grown up in a two room two bath with a kitchen the size of most peoples closets. He could remember cleaning the dishes by hand as he watched all of his friends play outside, wishing he could be there. It was those days that shaped him into the man who stuck by a woman that soon would become his through thick and thin-through events most would discard her because of. Reaching the dining room after a bit of walking, not used to the distance between rooms. Laying the piece of parchment paper with a list of rules and terms for his ownership over the owner of the marvelous house he moved into with a single suitcase. Pulling out a chair at the head of the table, the scantily clad man sits, the cool cushions making his skin contract out of shock before relaxing, staring at the piece of paper that would change both his and Jaydes life. It amazed him how two years ago when they had met he was just looking for someone to play with and give him a reason to jack off soon would be at his beck and call and ready to serve him like a proper pet what amazed him even more was that he had the testicular fortitude to do what many a man would not do, stick with someone through hell and high water knowing the diamond buried in the coal. Trying to calm his nerves as he sits in the chair, breathing in and out slowly like he used to do before his tournaments, his hands making a claw, touching at the finger tips just at his lower abdomen. Each inhale and exhale was in time with the beat of Change of Time by Josh Ritter and his mind focusing not only on the task at hand but visualizing the days to come after and the possible training he may need to give the slut that he has spent the last two years slowly and subtly growing attached to. Glancing at the rules, he could not help but let a calculated and sadistic smile crawl across his young lips, especially when the thought of the fated hour draws nearer with every tick of the clock. The rules The slave shall refer to her owner as Master, Mlord, or Sir The slave shall always be wearing a collar and shall be assigned one for public wear and private wear While in the house, the slave must always have her breasts exposed. The slave shall never deny her owner her body The slave may not wear any form of underwear without permission The slave may not touch her vagina, nipples, or rectum without permission unless it is for hygienic reasons. The slave may own nothing Any order given by the slaves owner may not be ignored unless it contradicts a rule specified to overrule all other rules or creates a situation in which the pet may be put into a situation in which another rule may be broken. the rules can be changed at anytime without prior discussion Click to expand...
Thread: Cult of Personality

Jayde took a deep breath as she quietly closed the large door behind her, trying to keep it from squeaking. Slowly, she began to make her way down the hallway, wrapping her arms tightly around her torso, the cool air chilling her. She stopped briefly to adjust the thermostat that rested between two large abstract paintings on the wall, switching it to a warmer setting. Before continuing, she stood in place for a moment, noticing a bit of light flooding into the hallway from the dining room. For a moment, she couldn't bring herself to move forward. Though she wouldn't admit it to him, part of her was scared. Finally, she continued to make her way towards him, moving just as quietly as before. She stopped as she reached the open doorway leading into the large dining room, staring at him from behind. A small smile spread across her lips as took in his appearance. Everything about him drove her crazy. She was infatuated with him. Though they had only met in person just days before, he had been the one who had stuck with her through all of her hard times. After losing everything else she had known, he was still there. It made sense that she felt so strongly towards him, at least to her. After another minute or so, she finally urged herself to go to him. She knew that he cared for her, after all he wouldn't be there if he didn't, but she felt as though he showed it differently. She didn't want to be overbearing, but she just couldn't stay away from him. As she walked towards him, she didn't put so much effort into being quiet, trying to make her presence known now. Placing her hand on his muscled shoulder, she leaned down slightly, her soft lips brushing against his cheek briefly. Good morning. she said quietly, her eyes darting down to the paper that laid in front of him.
Thread: Cult of Personality

Sitting in the chair, looking at the one he would soon take at the head of the table, Adam looks below the table smiling at the massive space knowing that iwould be the perfect place for Jayde to service him while he eats. Smiling to himself at the thought of the slave he spent the past few years protecting from the pain of the world. Remembering her tears the day her best friend was killed, he could not help but also think about how he spent days without sleep making sure she had something to hold onto when her mother passed away Adam could practically feel her tears. He secretly wished he could kiss them away and just hold the slave tightly. Unaware of her presence, Adam slowly lets his thoughts travel to that of what he expected the next few nights to consist of. Having seen hints of her infatuation with him through their interactions following the loss of her world. It made sense to him but having never been loved by anyone--not even the woman that gave birth to him. As the images of the abuse, the pain and the abandonment play through his mind the eighteen year old feels a couple of tears rolling down his face. Wiping them with a slight growl he stands up and turns around, his eyes slowly reverting the the cold cover he has held over the pain for year after year. Seeing Jayde standing silently behind him he smiles slightly and says Jayde, you have a long day before you and once the paper is signed I will not care if you are weary, hungry, thirsty or regretful. Once you put your signature on the contract, you lose your rights as a person and become a possession, an object for my pleasure. You shall earn your privileges on how well you can serve me. If I want to use you as a foot rest you will thank me for the attention, go back to bed and think about what you are doing. If you have already found your resolve you know where to find a pen and the contract is on the table ready to be gone over. Hoping she does go back to bed to think about it a tiny part of him, an infinitesimally small part of him, wished she would change her mind and say no and either seduce him or provide him a place to stay until he can find a stable job and place to stay.
Thread: When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

Celeste The town of Verona, Italy, had always been a relatively simple one. It had all the resources it needed. There were ample balances of individuals whom could fight and protect their homeland if needed, and those whom remained more devoted to their families and deities. Granted, most of these were women but there were a very select few men who could just as easily perform this also. In a small villa a bit away from the town square was a family. It consisted of the parents and only one child whom had been their miracle one that Juno had blessed them with. To say the couple was grateful was an understatement. The girl wound up inheriting her mother's appearance with raven hair and blue, almost gray, eyes. But there was no doubt she had most certainly gotten her father's sense of adventure. The currently fourteen year old was outside of the house, but not too far away she couldn't hear her parents. Dinner was in the midst of being prepared and whilst she was waiting, the girl would work on improving a talent that she honestly wasn't quite certain whom she had picked it up from. The skill wound up being archery and because of it, she devoted all her prayers and blessings to Diana, goddess of the moon and hunt. The feminine voice of her mother caught her ears as she soon heard, Celeste dear, you have about twenty minutes till dinner is ready! Be careful, it's getting dark! A smile crept on the teenager's lips as she kept her focus upon her aim and arrows. She loved her parents but sometimes, she did wish they would have a bit more faith in her. She wasn't completely helpless ... but they often acted as if that weren't completely true. Yes mother! She merely shouted back, sighing softly. As she reached back to notch another arrow, it was then she realized they were all stuck within the tree she had been using for target practice. .... Already? She murmured, shrugging lightly. Putting her longbow across her back, she then began to proceed to grab her arrows. One by one, she began putting them in her quiver, ready to resume practice when they were all back again.
Thread: When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

From the outskirts the pack waited silently in darkness, waiting for the signal from their leader. There had been whispers of their arrival on the shores of Italy, of the Sons of Mar's who ravaged villages and were slowly spreading their influence over the land. Beasts in the forms of men who ripped people in twain, who raped young women and carried them and their children off in the darkness. Marauders, said some. Wild beasts, said others. All anyone could agree upon was that something had started to attack nearby villages, though none wanted to attribute it to mythical beasts. Had only they had listened to the stories things wouldn't have transpired as they did. Redfang stood above his pack towering on his hind legs, the massive lycan surveying the town below. Behind him a small army of lycans, wolf-men stood in formation on all fours. At any moment he would give the order and they would descend upon the town, ripping those who fought back apart and claiming everything for themselves. Redfang's teeth glinted in the moonlight. It was him the stories spoke of, though they knew not his name. His kind had been making their plans for years, slowly stoking the fires for the domination of these lands. Even now plans were in motion to construct a capital, a great city to be names for their leader the first lycan Romulus. But first they needed resources and slaves to work them. A subtle change rose in the air, his hairs on his back standing on end as turned to look at his troops. Rearing back he let loose a foul cry, a mix of a growl and a howl that echoed over Verona and had man and child looking out into the night with fear. From the woods Celeste would have heard the sound of screams echoing from the town square as the beasts tore through the town, cutting down men and women in an organized frenzy of violence.