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Thread: Hateful Love [Yami and myself]

Sanji sighed and continued his cooking. After a few more minutes of the sound of sizzling, Sanji turned off the stove and walked over to Zoro. He looked down at the other and sighed. 'This guy was just so ridiculous some times.' He thought to himself. Sanji then rolled his eyes and looked out of the porthole looking window and out towards the deck. He saw his captain taking a nap with the doctor and the sniper was no where to be seen, most likely making some sort of invention under deck. Sanji's beautiful ladies were just starting to sunbathe. A smirk came upon the cook's face and he pulled down the small curtain that shielded the window. He then locked the door and walked over to Zoro. Oi Buzz kill. I swear your going to get it for freaking drinking all of my my best wine. The blond hissed down at the swordsman. Sanji then leaned down and kissed Zoro's cheek. Oi Marimo. You know I cooked that stuff for you right? You've gotta lay off of that booze crap. It'll kill you. He whispered into the green haired swordsman's ear. With that, Sanji moved away from Zoro and sat down at the opposite bench. He leaned against the table and lit a cigarette. He pondered upon many things and ever so often looked down at Zoro. Sanji, too, was jealous of Zoro. He knew that Zoro loved him, but there was always some hidden sense of insecurity when it came to the idiotic captain, Luffy. Sanji always seen how Zoro and Luffy were so close. They would have each others' back through all the battles and even to death. This made Sanji especially jealous of his beloved Marimo. Why couldn't he and Zoro have that special relationship? After all, a captain and his first mate were supposedly the closest on the ship, but Zoro had claimed he had no feelings for Luffy other than him being his captain and his nakama. Still, Sanji could only believe what he wanted to believe.
Thread: Hateful Love [Yami and myself]

Zoro ignored Sanji and rolled over again in his sleep. He growled in his sleep, voice husky with sleep, or perhaps, lust Luffy. Stop touching that! Zoro sleepily swatted at an imaginary hand around his hip area before he continued sleeping, too deep asleep to realize that Sanji had been talk to him. As the ship rocked, the bottle on the table rolled back and forth, responding to the movements of the ship. To Zoro, Luffy was nothing more than a friend, a nakama. Sure there was some romantic tension there on his end, but that was all that it was. Tension. It wasn't something Zoro would ever acknowledge or act on, seeing as Luffy had no interest in the matter anyways. Still, Zoro knew better than to tell Sanji this. The jealous bastard would probably lash out at him for admitting that. Zoro didn't see what the big deal was anyways. He was with Sanji, what more did Sanji want from him? it really was ridiculous and stupid for the Ero-Cook to be so demanding.
Thread: Hateful Love [Yami and myself]

A hand stopped the bottle and picked it up. The cook took the bottle and stood up once more. The stupid marimo had fallen asleep again and he was dreaming about something either troubling or of pleasure. Sanji took the bottle and placed it down on the counter where it wouldn't fall down onto the floor. Then the blond took one of Zoro's booze bottles and popped it open. A smirk came upon Sanji's face again and he moved over to Zoro. He jerked the swordsman awake and turned him over so he was laying on his back. Oi. Don't fall asleep. It's rude to not listen to people who are talking. He hissed down to Zoro. Before the other was able to reply, Sanji took a whole mouth full of the alcohol and 'attacked' Zoro with a lip lock kiss. He pushed the alcohol into the swordsman's mouth and looked straight into Zoro's eyes. Jealousy was something that could never be controlled. The reason why Sanji suddenly acted would be unknown to him, but it was truly out of his need for Zoro. He wanted him to know that he didn't belong to anyone else especially that idiot captain of theirs. Sanji did have a love for his Nami-san and Robin-chan, but he wouldn't let them get in the way of Zoro. That was ridiculous and something Sanji would never think of. When it came to relationships, Zoro always came first to Sanji, no one else. The cook was really demanding and he was actually quite selfish too. Zoro only could give the needy blond so much, and Sanji just didn't understand that.
Thread: Hateful Love [Yami and myself]

Zoro opened an eye as he was flipped over. Looking up at Sanji, Zoro let out a snort, only to be muffled as the kiss had him other wise occupied. The alcohol didn't help either. Zoro threaded his fingers through Sanji's golden rod yellow hair as he kissed the male back just as passionately, his eyes narrowed to slits while they kissed. For the most part, Zoro didn't mind Sanji's possessiveness. It was just too troublesome to fight about. Although, there had been a few times where he'd contested the other male's jealousy, but for the most part, Zoro had been very relaxed under Sanji's aggressive dominance. Letting their tongues battle, he only broke the kiss when he couldn't breathe any more. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he asked with a scowl Happy? Zoro wanted to go back to his nap if Sanji was done.
Thread: Hateful Love [Yami and myself]

Sanji smirked down at Zoro and let his tongue fight the battle. He was never done with the swordsman. Sanji really wasn't called the 'ero-cook' for nothing. This guy had such a twisted mind and Zoro knew it too. Sanji allowed Zoro to back away from the kiss and he glared down at the swordsman. You think I had enough? He hissed down to Zoro. Sanji placed his hand on Zoro's forehead and let his fingers comb their way through the surprisingly soft green hair. Sanji wiped his own mouth from the drool and the alcohol and he looked down at Zoro. Sanji's free hand moved over to Zoro's white linen shirt and trailed down. He then lifted the Swordsman shirt from the haramaki and traced the swordsman's finely pronounced abs. Sanji then leaned down and bit Zoro's ear. Let me become satisfied you bastard. He whispered to the other.
Thread: Hateful Love [Yami and myself]

Zoro let out a growl of protest. He snapped Oi teme! You kissed me! How much more 'satisfying' do you need. Zoro reflexively tried to back up, even though all he had left to back up against was wall. Zoro shifted to sit up, not caring that his abs were revealed. He tilted his head to the side as Sanji bit his ear. Resisting the urge to moan, he shifted to get to his feet. Pushing Sanji back, he let his shirt hang over his haramaki. He then set about tucking his shirt in underneath his haramaki and into his pants once more. The stupid ero-cook didn't need any more 'satisfaction'.
Thread: Hateful Love [Yami and myself]

Sanji then sat against the wall and glared up at Zoro. Oh? Usually you'd let me play.... What's up your ass today? He growled up at the swordsman. The blond lit a cigarette and started to smoke it. He need to seriously calm down before he started to get the urge of fighting Zoro. Sanji looked up at Zoro and rose to his own feet. The blond then moved around Zoro and made his way to the stove. Leave if you want. Go rape Luffy, 'cause I know you were dreaming of that. He said harshly to the other. Go ahead and break Sanji's heart, it's not like he'll never get his revenge. Sanji blew out the toxic fumes away from the food and just closed his eyes. He leaned against the counter and continued to smoke. This jealously thing was just killing him, so he needed to back away for a moment and have a smoke. The one thing that couldn't mentally brake Sanji's heart was smoking. Sure, it would kill him in the end because of cancer or something like that, but at least he'd have a thing to retreat to in case his primary source of relaxation ditched him.
Thread: Hateful Love [Yami and myself]

Zoro snorted. He said Me? Rape Luffy. He let out another snort. He said Luffy has no interested in that kind of thing. Zoro sounded amusd at the last sentence. Before he could stop himself from saying something antagonistic, he snarled I might just submit to Luffy to piss you off Er-cook! Zoro muttered obscene curses under his breath as he left the room. Zoro walked out onto deck before he scaled the bird's nest to go to the room he in there that he usually hung out in. Once inside, he shut the door and pulled his swords from his waist. Resting them against the wall, he lay down on his side, swords within reach as he started to doze off again.
Thread: New/old account

Are you the same Calistina that posted about being bored? I was gonna reply to that, but didn't get a chance to. I wanted to maybe RP with you, if you are still looking for something. I'm open to dominant male roles of Ms, Ts, Dd, Bs, and Ms. Also, forced play with a stranger too. Let me know if you are interested...thanks! Sinergy The power of Sin!
Thread: New/old account

Yes that was me
Thread: Dragon Age Rp, Character Thread

I am willing I am a big fan of te DA series
Thread: Dragon Age Rp, Character Thread

I also might be interested in this too I love DA
Thread: Dragon Age Rp, Character Thread

Cool, it's good to know that some people want to play. I'll go ahead and make a description sheet for you guys to follow. Hope you guys like it.
Thread: Dragon Age Rp, Character Thread

Name Age Gender male or female Species Human, Elf, Dwarf, Qunari Class Mage, Warrior, Rouge Specialization Pick 2 Mage bloodmage, arcane warrior, shapeshifter, spirit healer, keeper, battlemage, force mage Warrior champion, templar, berserker, reaver, spirit warrior, guardian Rouge assassin, bard, duelist, ranger, leagonnaire scout, shadow Weapon depending on what class you have, you can't use certain weapons. Only mages can use staffs, Arcane Warriors are the only mages that can wield blades, Rouges can't use two handed swords. Sexuality straight, gay, bi, ect. Kinks Personality Picture if you can find one You may be a Grey Warden if you wish, honestly, it doesn't make you any stronger since this won't take place during a Blight, although you will encounter Darkspawn. So just ask if you want to be one There's the character sheet. Let me know if there are any suggestions
Thread: Dragon Age Rp, Character Thread

I'm game, I loved Orghen . Name Felixia Darkmoor Age 22 Gender female Species Elf Class Mage Specialization bloodmage, shapeshifter Weapon Walking staff, sacrificial dagger Sexuality Bisexual Kinks Cutting, biting, general roughness Background Since being dismissed from her clan after dabbling into blood magic, she was forced to flee for her life. Her parents were dragged away from the camp and tied to trees, whipped for allowing her heathen practices to go unpunished. She has since lived alone, constantly wandering the lands, practicing her magic and hoping to get revenge against those that persecuted her. Picture
Thread: Swords And Shadows (TennTenshie)

Mathias Wolfbane, a warrior from Nesme and fairly well-known sword-for-hire, found himself in what was no doubt the most embaressing situation he could imagine. His life was endangered by goblins, of all things. Three days ago, he had hired on with a small caravan of wagons making the long journey to the southern villages, transporting supplies and other items to sell to the isolated communities found there. It was hardly heroic work, true, nothing that would get his name in any songs, but at the same time it provided food and coin for a man who was in sore need of both. Truly exciting work was few and far between these days, even for a skilled swordsman such as himself, and often these minor tasks were the only thing that put food in his belly. So he had settled to the prospect of a dull, uneventful journey, perhaps broken only by the occasional highwayman. But ten minutes ago, his wagon had stumbled upon a nest of goblins... a rather sizable one, at that, as the little bastards seemed to pour from almost every crevice in sight, bearing crude spears, clubs and stone hatchets. Almost immediately, Mathias and the other four guards had fallen into a defensive circle near the wagon, well-trained and enough of a threat to cut through the crowd like a hot knife through butter. But there always seemed to be more goblins, and even after the wretched things were filling the narrow trail with their corpses, the others just kept on coming. C'mon, men, let's not let these gobs think they're a step above vermin! Mathias called, deflecting a clumsy club swing with his curved sword and countering with his dagger, tearing the goblin's throat open with the backhand. Even as that one fell with a gurgling cry, however, two more were ready to take its place, and despite the warrior's confident words, he was beginning to slow down his arms ached with the effort of constant battle, and his arms were covered in small scrapes and gouges from where a lucky spear or hatched got through. Under his chainmail, half of his body felt bruised from the constant thud of clubs, and many times it was his training alone that fended off their numbers. His hair, brown and cropped close to his head, glistened with beads of sweat as his blue eyes blinked rapidly, trying to keep any of that persperation from blinding him. With every passing moment, things seemed to be growing all the more dire. There was still a chance, however his was only the first wagon of the caravan. The other was supposed to be mere minutes away, having been delayed by a stuck wheel, and with that second wagon were more guards, soldiers who would gods willing, be fresh and ready to help dispatch of the rest.
Thread: Swords And Shadows (TennTenshie)

That second wagon was carrying a walking weapon, at least by human standards. Drow were quick, exceptional fighters, even the upper world ones. Her hair was bound back into a thick braid that was bound to the woman's head. Her white eyes standing out against her darker skin, much like the hair. She heard the clanging before she saw it. Asril watched crouched low on the top of the wagon as they approached. She curled her lips, goblins. She hated Goblins. Hated them. She heard the shouts now as one of the tired men let a Goblin slip. Asril grabbed her weapons, quick fingers locking into the hilts, pinky going through the hole at the base, She jumped taking from the back at the entrance, knocking enough into it to keep them bottled for the time being. She grabbed a heavy branch dropping it as well, leaping away from a swinging Goblin before she turned taking it out quickly, She said nothing. Asril never spoke in combat, she rarely spoke to most people, humans she didn't like very much, but she'd learned to deal with them, and she wouldn't get paid if the first wagon fell. The Goblins screamed as she danced around, blade dances where dangerous, beautiful things. Between the two sets of fighters and the now clogged nest, they cleared out the onslaught. She looked at the men, dressed in the tight black leather armor. Her boots standing almost to her thighs, the pants tucked into them, they laced up the sides, a belt held them to her, the Top was shaped to hug her curves, stay out of her way. Hooked over her arms with another round of laces to the bracers. She wore a pair of thin gloves to protect her hands. She stared at Mathias, narrowing her eyes, She then pointed at the clogged hole though they where attempting to get out. Goblins? She growled.
Thread: Swords And Shadows (TennTenshie)

The fresh and weary fighters had joined in common purpose now, settling in front of the Goblin's cave exit and working together to beat back the bottlenecked creatures before they could emerge. The monsters were nonetheless persistent, and the warriors holding them off had to constantly rotate their ranks, keeping any one of them from getting too weary. Off to one side, two of the guards were too sorely wounded to join the defense, and the amateur priest who had been hired on was working on tending to their wounds. Mathias had suffered a deep gouge to his forearm in the fighting, rendering his swordarm nearly useless, and he was forced to wait impatiently as the priest worked on imbuing the injury with some healing magic. His eyes flickered over the approaching drow with mild curiosity, though he obviously didn't expect her to try and cut his throat one of the first lessons mercenaries learned was that oftentimes their work involved decidedly unorthodox races. Mmm, Mathias replied, the tone one of agreement as he paused to catch his breath, working his shoulders in their sockets and carefully stretching his muscles. A considerable number of them by all appearances... if the caravan owners had thought to hire themselves a mage, we could use him to collapse the entrance... but I suppose that would be too expensive. His teeth bared with irritation at that as he eyed the hole, ready to leap in should any of the defenders need to catch their breath. If the tunnel links to the Underdark, there could very well be hundreds of the wretches down there, if not more. We might be best served getting the wagons some fair distance, keeping them in their hole until we have moved beyond their comfort zone... Goblins dislike wandering too far aboveground. Maybe we will even be so fortunate as to plug them in with their own corpses. What do you think? It was a risk while the guards were occupied here, the wagons would be all the more vulnerable for the half-mile or so it traveled to get clear, meaning so much as a band of ragged highwaymen could hijack it. The more men stayed with the wagon during its escape, the harder it would be for those remaining to keep the goblins at bay.
Thread: Swords And Shadows (TennTenshie)

Asril looked at him, and curled her lips. She hated Goblins, most Drow found the servants repulsive. Then I suggest you and the wounded one get on a wagon. She told him simply. Looking around for a moment. She turned, explosive! She shouted as she walked away, she made almost no sound as she moved. Looking around quickly she Abandoned him and the priest and the other wounded man to jump back into the fight, Taking a Goblin out at the stomach, spilling his innards across the grass before the entry. She shifted shouting again for something that would go boom. The underdark, they thought there where thousands of goblins, they had no idea what else was down there, Trolls, Drow... The drow where merely the superior race, not the only one that was big enough to truly do some damage. Human! She shouted. Get those wagons moving! She wasn't playing very nicely, she never did honestly. Knocking a goblin back into the door.
Thread: Swords And Shadows (TennTenshie)

Back on the wagon my ass, Mathias growled to himself, gesturing for the priest to load the others onto the wagon. The healer had done a fine job repairing the rip in his arm, and though his smaller scrapes and bruises still left him a sore lump, his swordarm was once again perfectly operational, and it was with another growl that he drew his weapons, marching right back into the mess of things. Within seconds, he had fought his way right to the woman's side, his sword moving in wide, devastasting arcs to keep the monsters at bay, and his dagger ready to plunge into whatever poor creature managed to slip through. You'll never find a man of Nesme spending a perfectly good fight to the death on the back of a wagon! he called to her, ducking beneath a crude spear and retaliating with an upper sweep of his curved blade that hacked off the goblin's arm at the elbow. The wagons were beginning to pull away finally, the wounded suitably recovered to sit with the drivers and keep watch for any further threats. Of course, the longer the battle went, the clearer it became that pulling away from this conflict gracefully was going to be a problem. Any man who suffered a wound in the fight, even minor, would find his mobility reduced, and the moment they pulled away from the cave entrance entirely, they would no doubt be swarmed by whatever goblins still lurked inside. There was hope, however. One of the other soldiers had backed away from the fighting, pulling a jeweled bracer from his forearm and clearly working to pry out one of its rubies. Figuring it to be the precursor to some magical attempt to close the tunnel- Mathias would have been surprised if nobody had a single enchanted item- Mathias called out to the drow, directing her attention to the man's work just long enough to make their intentions clear. If the ruby was any indication, nobody would want to be between that soldier and the cave entrance when the man used its enchantment. Feel free to post the fireball casting yourself if you want. n.n
Thread: Swords And Shadows (TennTenshie)

Asril looked at him. And they wonder why they're clan is so small. She told Mathias as she continued to fight, Pushing men to start backing when they got injured, going after the wagons, the more space she had the more damage she could actually do. She looked up when he got her attention. She glanced at the human. At least someone had come up with an idea. That's going to kill him! She shouted. Burying her Long daggers into a Goblin's head. THey where systematically backing up. The man finally got it appart throwing the suddenly sparking bracer and its ruby to the entrance. As it hit a Goblin Asril pushed Mathias back into the men who where still with them. As it errupted into a massive ball of flame, the stones around the entrance begining to shake as the heat radiated. Move! She shouted. Starting to shove the men after the wagon. Get back to work! She had a workers mentality, and really she wanted the least amount of humans here possible. This many goblins dead, there was going to be ramifications. Go! They finally got up moving, heading away from them. She spun with her weapons to take on another as it came at them. Asril cursed under her breath. Stabbing another.
Thread: Swords And Shadows (TennTenshie)

Ha! Mathias retorted, sword sweeping in a quick back and forth pattern to fend off a club, a crude sword, and a spear, Nesme's clan is so small because the gods realized if we were any more numerous, we'd be running things by now! When she shoved him away from the cave, he initially protested, his sore joints nearly causing him to topple over, but it became clear that she intended to spearhead the defense against the Goblins while the magic played out. How ridiculously self-sacrifising of her. Reflecting that a self-interested, cowardly drow would have made things a great deal easier, Mathias muttered a curse under his breath and went right back for the drow, similarly manhandling her by wrapping an arm around the stubborn, distracted woman's waist from behind. A goblin lunged for them, thinking the distraction might work to its favour, but Mathias' other arm shot out from beneath the drow's arm, causing the fool creature to run right into the tip of his sword. Fool woman, I'll not have your sizzling carcass on my conscience! he snapped, leaving her arms free to defend against any stray Goblins or take a swipe at him, if she was that determined to die, while all but dragging her back from the cave entrance. The cave's entrance was only growing all the more unstable, rocks starting to fall, and further back flashes of light could be seen as the rather powerful spell seemed to bounce around the interior. Even if the cave entrance wasn't to collapse, the sight of so potent a magical assault sent the Goblins- notorious for being particularly vulnerable, and therefore terrified, of wizards- scurrying in a panic. Either way, it would buy them the time they needed. I'll have to ask the lad who sold him that bracer... I want one.