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Thread: Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

Ezio had plenty of fairly legitimate questions, but he wouldn't risk 'losing' by asking any of them. Besides, now there was something more important at hand than this little mental tussle of theirs anyway. When Lady Violetta had used magic to make the teacher more presentable, she had made an error that Ezio could not shake himself from. His green eyes blinked as the magic swirled around him and changed his clothes. The black silk suit that he had been wearing had been replaced with the 'ugly cousin' of clothing materials- cotton. His new suit was very similar to the other one, but it was fucking cotton. Nobody but socioeconomic rejects wear cotton! Ezio immediately removed the jacket of the suit and tossed it onto the chain next to him, upon realizing what he was wearing. The pants and dress shirt were cotton too! Ezio's snobbishness would not allow for him to remain in such an ugly, common fabric for much longer. He looked up at Lady Violetta when she swore and instructed him to follow her, but he shook his head. No way, woman, I've gotta go change! Who really cared about the student when he had cotton scratching his skin with its unrefined texture? Both teachers entered the hallway at the same time, but they went to different places. Ezio disobeyed Lady Violetta's wishes, and headed straight to his own room to change. He had passed out in an empty student room last night, but now he was in the correct place. Frantically, he all but ripped the closet door off of its hinges and grabbed the first suit that he could get his hands on.
Thread: Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

Lady Violetta nodded as she frowned at Ash. Do you remember seeing a picture of this Castle with a silver plate that says 'Welcome to Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts. Please touch to enter.'? And did you happen to touch it or bump into it by chance? Her mind wandered to Ezio and his comment about cotton clothing. She could change all of his clothing to cotton with a simple spell and she did not have any luxurious fabric clothing in the General Store. Silk is not appropriate for classroom work- particularly when he will be working with creatures. That man had a lot of things to learn yet. Yes, a lot to learn....... Maybe it will be more fun to let him suffer when one of the creatures happen make a mess on his fancy smancy clothes. After all he will be getting a dragon egg to raise..... That brought smile to her face.........
Thread: Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

The teen glanced around a minute before giving a slight nod to confirm the woman's suspicions. The nervousness melted away leaving behind only confusion. Confusion was good. Confusion meant adventure. He walked forward, bypassing Violetta and heading towards with the academy at a relaxed pace. He was sure his pushy mannerism would soon grate on the Headmistress' nerve. A large part of him was looking forward to pissing off teacher's again. There was a bit of worry that sat in his gut though. Staying in a place like this, that meant being surrounded by a lot of people. A lot of people he could potentially hurt. So magic portal I'm guessing? He spoke as if this was an everyday occurrence. It honestly wasn't that far off from his average shroom vacation. And you guys just kidnap random people from and drag them here where they are forced to learn magic? Excitement began building in Ash's chest. This was like finding a new drug to experiment with. He around suddenly to once again face Violetta. Sounds fun. When do we start?
Thread: Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

Your are right about the portal. Well you were warned by the label on the painting. And if it was dusty, it is not my fault. If someone was to use a feather duster which is an inanimate object, the picture would not sense an active Magical Core. But since you are here, you have a magical core, you might as well learn how to use your Magical Abilities. There is one other teacher but he is busy at the moment. Rest of the staff rarely show themselves. They are the kitchen staff and Castle Housekeepers. Let us go over towards the Porch. There we can chat a bit while we wait for more students. Tell me about yourself, please. Lady Violetta spoke encouragingly.
Thread: Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

Ash rolled his eyes. You should probably come up with a safer recruitment system. You got magic. How hard would it be to put an anti-dust charm on those paintings? Confidence and excitement pulse out around him, his arrogant and adventurous spirit being shared with anybody nearby. Enthusiastically he made with way towards the porch with the headmistress. Rather blatantly Ash took out a small packet with white powder, poured a tiny amount into his hand and then proceeded to suck it in through his nostril. The powder burned a bit and left him feeling like he needed to sneeze but it also served to calm his nerves and weaken the emotional aura surrounding him. Ash used his index finger to wipe away any residual powder on his nose before again addressing Violetta. What do you want to know? I'm not a very interesting person Vie. The casual shortening of the headmistress' name was intended to aggravate the tightly wound woman. Ash had decided his first task as a student of Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Dragonic Arts was to get a good, honest rise out of his new headmistress.
Thread: Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

Anique stood up and switched off the alarm clock. She looked around and found a note from her mother stating Get your own food by working. No food today. She sighed and went to bathroom. After taking the shower and dressing herself, she looked herself in the mirror. The same old clothes and nothing new ... Why am I living?. She found nothing and stepped outside her home. Walking on the road, she looked at the other kids who passed by her laughing, ridiculing and enjoying. She was crying within . But it's the life as it is. Reaching the school late again with empty stomach, she could not think of any excuse to avoid detention. Oh great. But lucky for her, the school had organised a museum trip . She was kinda happy since she never saw anything like it. A bus ferried all the students to the museum. A teacher was in charge of all the students.She went down from the bus and saw the big building. Stunned by the strange appearance, something motivated her to leave out her peers and walk straight inside. Like she was lost in something. Mesmerized by the artefacts and the beauty of the museum, her attention rose to a strange painting. Welcome to Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts. Please touch to enter.. Repeating those words as she read, she hesitantly touched the painting unconsciously. Something happened... She felt she was sucked in by some strong force. All went white and cloudy.She felt like she was dreaming.She slowly opened her eyes and found herself on the soft spongy grass. It was really strange. And the same building which she saw in the painting stood before her. Where am I? What is this place?. She could not believe where she was. Ah Teacher....Robert, Danny...She called names of her peers but no one was there.
Thread: Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

Ezio slammed the door of his closet shut after grabbing a dark grey silk suit and white dress shirt. It was not his favorite outfit ever, but anything was better than cotton. The vibration of the closet door hitting its stationary place caused a few of the pin up posters on his wall to float in the air side-to-side before landing gently on the floor. The posters were held up on the boring white walls with tape, and most of the images were innocuous enough, the average model smiling and posing in skimpy swimwear and undergarments. The teacher fumbled around and practically ripped the crappy cotton suit off of his body. He hit the side of his armoire with the side of his body. Shit! He yelled as he wriggled out of the cotton pants. Awkwardly, he held his foot up one at a time and took off the socks white cotton. White cotton socks, in Ezio's opinion were too cheap and ugly to be worn with anything. No fuckin' excuse for these crimes against footwear! With the cotton dress shirt also tossed aside, he dressed himself in 'proper' clothes. Socks pulled out of the armoire, black cashmere. Dark grey suit pants and jacket made of fine, pliable silk. White silk dress shirt. This was how one was supposed to dress. He slipped his black dresshoes back on, and sighed heavily in relief. He didn't bother with a tie, ties were for important events where one wanted to look 'impressive'. Spending all day surrounded by horny little brats was NOT a tie-worthy event. His pack of cigarettes had disappeared with the black suit that he had originally been wearing, but his entire bottom drawer of his armoire was dedicated to 'cig storage'. Little smack sounds were subconsciously made by his mouth as he anticipated the taste of menthol. Ezio's brand of choice was Eve, specifically, Eve Light 120. Nicotine and booze were his vices, and boy did they grip him something fierce. Ezio opened a pack of cigarettes and shoved one of the flower-printed cigarettes in his mouth before brining a shaky hand up to the cigarette's tip to light it. Fire was only good for lighting cigarettes and cooking. For the next hour or so, his nicotine fix was sated. He tucked box of cigarettes in his dress shirt pocket, before exiting his room. What should he do now? Perhaps try to find Violetta? Nah, he was low on brandy. Sarcastically, he remarked Can't be low on booze! Lady will understand. He reached into his shirt pocket to enjoy another cigarette before headed to the shops. He exited the school, and lit another Eve Light 120 as soon as he reached the outdoors. Standing on the porch of the school's entrance, he smugly puffed his fashionable cancer.
Thread: Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

Lady Violetta turned to Ash with a frown upon seeing him sniff what was most likely cocaine. A small dark blue dragon came flying up to Ash and flapped it's wings quite hard. Any kind of drugs were blown away but the dragon still hung around Ash but making sure that it was out of Ashe's arm reach. Please say hi to Blizzard. He is one of the Castle's sniffing dragons. He sniffs out drugs and tobacco quite well then teleports them away. There will be no Mind Altering items on this Planet. It hurts the brain's creativity by killing the brain cells. I painted the painting but I did not magically enhance it. The Creator did the Magic Enhancement to the paintings. Also do not shorten my name which is Lady Violetta. If you do so again, you will have a demerit given to you. Then each time the demerits will double for that offence. I do hope that you understand very quickly for doubling tends to get to be very expensive and you will begin to lose privileges. Lady Violetta spoke firmly yet there was a definite frostiness about her that cold literally be felt. Another student landed on the Fall and was confused. Lady Violetta smiled as she looked to her. She glanced back at Ash. Think on what I have just told you. Excuse me for I must greet another student. Welcome to Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts. My name is Lady Violetta. I will be your Head Mistress here. May I have your name and tell me if you are hurt anywhere, please. Lady Violetta spoke as she walked out to the new girl. Suddenly a bright red dragon flew up to Ezio and began to spray him with water. A bright blue one flew up on the other side and began to spray water on Ezio as well. Lady VIoletta sighed with aggravation. then spoke Really now, Ezio. You are as bad as the students. And I did warn you before coming out to meet the students. So I feel that this is totally your own fault that you have ruin that fancy suit. I also spoke to you about proper clothing by Magically giving you a new appropriate suit. When we go to the Village, you may choose any of the cotton suits there. Use your good silk, cashmere and fancy things when it is appropriate or you will have all of your suites ruined before we head back to Earth. Now let's see if you have enough ability to try to be a good role model. I just wish that you had been at this morning's Staff Orientation. Lady VIoletta scolded the man with a serious frown on her face and her hands on hips. Students, this is Ezio who is suppose to be a teacher but I rather doubt that he will survive the first semester. was her final comment.
Thread: Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

Smoke filled the teacher's lungs with every little breath of rolled tobacco. The blood vessels in his body constricted upon receiving the lethal concoction that made the cigarette's recipe, resulting in that little lightheaded, pleasurable feeling that made smoking so wonderfully popular. At the most, Ezio could have gone an hour or so without a cigarette before that vaguely powerful compulsion that was addiction drew his fingers back to the carton. However, why not have a little smoke before heading out to town? Not much to do around the academy anyway, there wasn't any rush. Ezio would never allow himself to admit that his smoking was an addiction. He was too 'strong-willed' for that. Smoking was something that he liked to do along with the consumption of alcohol, nothing more, nothing less. The underlying issues that fed his need to 'escape' with those bad habits were swept under the rug. Ask him about why he did those things and he'd just say that it was what he liked. He even responded this way to Lady Violetta earlier. Ezio was 'fine' and 'doing' what he liked. He refused to believe anything else. What he did not like was dragons. Dragons were Comtemptable lizard-dogs! which is what he yelled at the two dragons that had soaked his new change of clothes and what's worse, put out his cigarette. To add insult to injury, Lady Violetta had once again taken it upon herself to chide him like a fidgeting choir boy. Hah! His eyebrows were raised in both anger and amusement- Regardless of the situation, fuck cotton. I'll sooner beat a lame man with his own crutches, than suffer the irritation of the poor man's fabric. There were students nearby, but he didn't care. Be a good role model? It didn't matter. Little shits do what they want no matter what they have demonstrated to them. He glared at the youngsters with a sort or apathetic judgement. It was an outward body-language signal that was intended to read 'fuck you, kids.' His discontent wasn't really their fault. Ash and Anique had nothing to do with him getting drenched, but when Ezio was less-than-happy, he took it out on anyone. Indeed, I am Ezio, but to the sprogs, I will be addressed as Mr. Nicastro. I would say that I am pleased to make your acquaintance, but I have been caught at a bad time. 'Sprogs' being the demeaning term for the students in reference to their young age. His unofficial introduction to the students was dripping in spiteful sarcasm, he really was not looking forward to having to deal with them or ANY student for that matter. He cut both students with narrowed green eyes that showed his unfair contempt for these strangers. He wanted to be left alone. He brought his hands up to fix his shirt collar, a futile action as it was droopy and wet and was no longer stiff. Are we done here? I'd like to go change for the second time. Asking whether or not he was finished with meeting the students was a formality. He was going to just leave and change clothes whether they were finished here or not.
Thread: Shield's Request Thread! [MxM and MxF, all plots and kinks welcome]

RE Shield's Request Thread! MxF maybe MxM Bumping!
Thread: Shield's Request Thread! [MxM and MxF, all plots and kinks welcome]

RE Shield's Request Thread! MxF maybe MxM Bumpers.
Thread: Shield's Request Thread! [MxM and MxF, all plots and kinks welcome]

RE Shield's Request Thread! Bumpity the bumpers of bumpington.
Thread: Shield's Request Thread! [MxM and MxF, all plots and kinks welcome]

RE Shield's Request Thread! Bump it, bump it real good.
Thread: Shield's Request Thread! [MxM and MxF, all plots and kinks welcome]

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Thread: A Demon Queen's Angel (Krystal x Omako)

Krystal could not contain her sorrow. The man she loved had just saved her life. She sat alone in her big midnight blue bedroom, sobbing, her long naturally blue hair covering her face. She couldn't even look around her bedroom, everything in it reminded her of him, the man who saved her life. Krystal sat holding her knees to her chest as she cried, her satin bedspread as drenched in tears as her black skinny jeans. Her mother came in and held her daughter close, shushing her tears and singing to her softly, trying to offer comfort. I just can't believe he's gone mommy.. I loved him so much. she squeaked out, crying on her mother Meggie's shoulder. Her mother held her closer still, stroking her head and handing her a little blue stuffed kitten. Your father gave this to me when I was crying. I hope little bluebell makes you feel better Krystal kitten. she says with a slight smile as she continues to hold the sobbing 22 year old. Thank you mommy. she said with a tiny smile, hugging it close. The kitten did make her feel a little better, but it wasn't him. She would give anything to be in his arms again, to kiss him, just to see him again. Her mother left soon after that, and the curvy but thin blue eyed girl began to cry once again, wishing to god to see him again. Come back to me she whispered just before passing out from crying.
Thread: A Demon Queen's Angel (Krystal x Omako)

It had all happened so fast, he hadn't even had time to think his choice all the way through. One moment, Blake had been enjoying a wonderful night with his wonderful girlfriend, and in just a moment, some drunk driver and a few shards of glass had torn everything away from him. He'd only had an instant to register the oncoming headlights, and swerved to the side before the impact. If there was one thing he could be thankful for before his consciousness left for the final time, his reaction had at least save Krystal the worst of it. He looked to her worried expression, pained that his last look wasn't a smile, and then everything went dark. He awoke later, but he couldn't tell how long. Seconds, minutes, days? As he looked around, he only noticed his body seemed devoid of the cuts that he thought had killed him, and as he observed his surroundings, he found a voice echoing in his head. It told him that for his devotion even to the death, he was to become an angel of death, a servant of God to guide pure souls to their proper resting place. In fact, for reasons untold, he was to become the head Angel of Death, allowed to roam the world of the living when his duties were unneeded. His thoughts immediately went to her. Blake thought his actions had protected her, but he nonetheless worried for Krystal, peering down, he saw her, asleep on her bed with a kitten beside her. He could tell from her expression that she'd been crying. He reviewed what souls he was to pass tonight, and immediately set out to his duties, needing to be done within the night so he could see her again.
Thread: A Demon Queen's Angel (Krystal x Omako)

Krystal couldn't help but dream of Blake. While she slept, images of her past with him went through her mind like an arrow flying through the sky, each dream a different memory. The last one of the night wasn't like the other's though. It wasn't a memory, but it wasn't a possible happening either. She gripped her pillow as she slept, mumbling. The dream was simple. They were on their regular Friday night date, a movie, and then dinner at Krystal's own Asian fusion resturaunt. Blake was acting strange though, nervous even. It wasn't until they got back to their penthouse in her hotel that she understood his unease. He was proposing! She squeaked out a yes in her sleep, and before he could put the ring on her finger, she awoke. Krystal sighed, looking around their room. Still alone. I miss you, loverboy. She said softly, getting out of bed, stripping, and going into the adjacent bathroom to shower. For some reason, warm water always helped her clear her head, and that was just what she needed right now. She needed to keep her mind focused so she could go on for her soulmate, blake. At least, she saw him as her soulmate. Ever since they were young, he had always stood up for her, helped her, and as of late, made love to her. Krystal started the shower, going to pick out her clothes for the day. Today was the funeral, so she decided she would wear his favorite black dress and her sparkly silver shoes. Blake had always said hoe it made her sparkle even more when she wore them. Before she headed into the shower, she smiled. Where ever you are, lover boy, know that I love you blake. More than anything. She admitted to the air, walking into the shower.
Thread: A Demon Queen's Angel (Krystal x Omako)

Blake was feeling exhausted after his work. It had taken him a while to find his way to all the souls he was tasked with escorting, and he wasn't quite familiar with what he'd need to do specifically for the task. As soon as his duties were done, he rushed to his hometown, finding Krystal's home and seeing her still asleep. He didn't want her to simply sleep through the night saddened by his death, but to remember the happy moments as well. He imagined them, tried to turn her thoughts to them as she dreamed, before he saw she was waking. He moved from his floating position by the window, trying to figure out how to present himself to her again. He sat on the bed, thinking on it a bit longer than he should have as she showered.
Thread: A Demon Queen's Angel (Krystal x Omako)

Krystal stood in the shower for at least 20 minutes, trying to relax. She missed Blake a whole lot, and this whole thing was taking a big toll on her. She stayed in the bathroom for a little while longer, the sound of the blowdryer humming audible through to their bedroom. When she came out, she had already done her makeup, and pulled her long hair into a ponytail, not noticing blake sitting on the bed yet, to busy fussing with her dress. The dress was a simple shiny black 50's style halter dress with pretty silve sparkles and glitter all over it, and to finish the look she wore the silver engrave promise ring Blake had given her for their 3rd anniversary on her right ring finger, a simple white gold and sapphire necklace he'd also given her, and lastly, the pandora charm brace he gave her on her right wrist, and the intricately carved shiny silver bangle he'd also given her. When she was finished, she let her hair down, pulling back only the part in her face, and leaving the rest down, just like he loved. Now that she thought she was ready to go to the funeral and see him in the casket again, she saw him. Sitting there on her bed and looking deep in thought. Blake? She asked tentatively, voice low though she was alone in her penthouse, her expression unsure but hopeful. Could he possibly be real, and not a figment of her imagination? Somehow she felt like a mourning bella from twilight. While she enjoyed making fun of the series of books and movies, she owned each on dvd, and had at read ech book at least once. Blake had always laughed at her for reading it. He'd ask, If you hate it so much, why do you read it. Krystal would chuckle back. I don't hate it, blake. I just enjoy making fun of it. She'd admit, still chuckling. She smiled a little at their most recent banter on that, seeing as Krystal had been watching breaking dawn parts 1 and 2 back to back. Her head snapped back to reality when she realized what she'd seen. Is it really you, loverboy? I'd really not like to be going crazy. She said with a small chuckle, making a joke to try and keep herself calm.