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Thread: My Sister's Dark Secret by GreenMoonKing and MoonRingKitten

Luke scrambled to grab the towel and wrapped it around the middle of his waist just in time for his father to knock on the door. Luke? What's taking you in there? You need to be out of here in five minutes. David asked his son, looking at his watch. Ummm, Anna fell and I'm helping her find her bush, I mean brush, heh, heh, heh, Luke let slip, letting out a Freudian slip. Luke blushed and tried to apologize to his sister with his eyes. Mouthing the words I'm so sorry. David walked in followed by Kathryn. David's eyes perked up when he saw them together in the steamy bathroom. But, he shrugged it off as one of those unlikely situations that sometimes happens. Kathryn hoped it wasn't what she thought it was. Where's your brush Anna? David asked her, putting his hand on his hip. Which meant he was becoming impatient.
Thread: End of a Detective [FxF / FutaxF / possible demons too]

RE Power Ranger Girls FxF FutaxF Time to bump this up with an update to my current craving! Feel free to give this oneshot rp a try. Just pick a ranger for me to play as and create a villainess and let's get the ball rollin'!
Thread: End of a Detective [FxF / FutaxF / possible demons too]

RE Power Ranger Girls FxF FutaxF BUMP
Thread: End of a Detective [FxF / FutaxF / possible demons too]

RE Power Ranger Girls FxF FutaxF BUMP Still looking for any takers!
Thread: End of a Detective [FxF / FutaxF / possible demons too]

RE End of a Detective FxF FutaxF BUMP Pick a mystery and let's delve in together!
Thread: End of a Detective [FxF / FutaxF / possible demons too]

BUMP Added Mystery 6 The Mad Doctor!
Thread: The Institute

CHARACTER SHEET Code centerSpoilerFace ClaimimgCharacter image here - Real image, not artworkimgspoiler bfontimpactSIZE4NAMEbSIZEfontcenter bAgeb bNationalityb English is going to be the primary language here, so please ensure your character speaks fair English. Broken and heavily accented English is okay. English need not be their first language. If you really wanted to have two characters conversing in another language, that's fine, so long as a translation is included. bPhysical Descriptionb bCategory b Dominant? Case? Other? bSexual Preferencesb This is for the character, not the writer, so probably more applicable to dominants, but if you have a case character fill this in as well bPersonality and Backgroundb bPlayer OOsb please list several relevant to this RP rather than or as well as link to your OOs thread or site. Face Claim CLARA LAMBERT Age 21 Nationality French, raised in a combination of Marseille and East London. Physical Description 176cm 5'9 tall, very slender, tall build. Long, brown hair, that's often tied back in some way, dark grey eyes. Category Dominant Sexual Preferences Clara is sadistic. She achieves her goals, as well as her sexual gratification through pain and suffering. She's not afraid to use CBT, or cane a case until their ass in a bloody mess. She also achieves suffering through sexual restriction, making good use of chastity and teasing for her longer term cases. On top of this, she is incredibly strict. There will be rules set out for a case, and consequences will be fast, and severe. Sometimes, pain isn't enough for some, in which case, she will turn to humiliation, and even at times feminisation in order to achieve her goals. She is bisexual. Personality and Background Clara was born in Marseille to two middle class parents, her father a doctor, and her mother a university lecturer. At the age of nine, the family moved to East London, where her Father had been offered private medical work. This boosted the family up from the lower end of middle class, and left them with the cash to spare to send their daughter to a private, all girl's school in the city. Perhaps it was this that really brought out the borderline psychotic levels of sadism that sometimes spring to the surface of the young woman. She graduated from the school, and fell out with her parents almost immediately, over not wanting to attend university, despite the tens of thousands that were poured into her education for the eleven years that she spent in London. These days, Clara resides and works at the Institute, where her violent hand can often come in handy for the more resistant cases, or for those who's sponsored want them returned as whimpering, mewling submissives. Her sexuality is rather open, and she is more then happy to interact with both men and women. Player OOs The only real things I'd avoid are extremes like bestiality or any horrific mutilation. Her cases might be damaged, but I'd rather stay away from too much gore. As for ons, very similar to Clara's. Pain, beating, CBT, humiliation, bondage, chastity, all sorts of fun. More images of face claim ANASTASIYA JEPSEN
Thread: The Institute

Face Claim Jason Arapesh Age 23 Nationality American, but parents are from Iran Physical Description Slim, but lean, with dark hair and light green eyes. Muscle definition, but not bulky, with tan skin. Average height Category Case Sexual Preferences Straight, and is actually rather submissive, though he might be uppity simply because he may not accept his submissive nature. Enjoys having marks - hickeys, bruises, scratches, bites, etc., and is a closet masochist. Despite his hesitance to accept his submissive nature, he might also enjoy tease and denial, ruined orgasms, CBT, etc... Personality and Background Jason is more quiet and reserved, though can be energetic when excited about something he enjoys. However, he suffers from crippling social anxiety that have always made it difficult for him to get along with others or communicate well. Unfortunately for him, this led to him getting trapped in a relationship with a woman who took advantage of him and his quiet, kind manner and used it to trap him in a marriage and then cart him off to the Institute, saying that she was unsatisfied with his ability to last in bed, despite his well-endowed nature. Player OOs My submissive F-list is in my signature, but I'm not a fan of feminizationcrossdressing, gore, vore, scat, urine, death, and most other basic offs. Those are all hard limits. I'm not the biggest fan of chastity, but can live with it, but really enjoy tease and denial, CBT particularly the tying of the cock and balls in rope, ruined orgasms, footjobshandjobs, and my character being treated as a toy for the pleasure of others. Bondage, CFNM, pain, all of those are more than fun!
Thread: The Institute

Face Claim Derek Steel Age 30 Nationality American Physical Description Physically fit and attractive white male. Brown hair. Category Sponsor Sexual Preferences Heterosexual Personality and Background A confident international business man. Derek has decided to help fund the institute more to sate his curiosity then anything. Player OOs Anal sex, curves, eager partners. F-list in signature.
Thread: The Institute

Face Claim Christen Miracle Age 21 Nationality American, and of Irish descent. Physical Description Christy may look like an over-exercised MMA-fighter, and that's because she is. Lithe, she's quick on her feet, and toned, she packs a good wallop for her relatively small build. Standing at 171cm 5'6, she's not inherently fearsome, but the look in her eyes when her blood is up can be terrifying, even feral. Category Case Sexual Preferences Christy is a bisexual submissive, who, despite being a fighter, loves to be overpowered, and, consequently, punished for it. Though she's like a little bull-dog, she actually has a low pain tolerance, so it doesn't take a lot to make her cringe, or cry, though since she's a masochist, the pain is always mixed with ecstasy. Though she's bisexual, she has a preference for women, and being forced to suck cock, for instance, is a good way to completely humiliate her. Personality and Background Christen Miracle grew up working at the docks for her father's business, which made her develop a rough, masculine demeanor, as she was influenced by the hyper-masculine environment of dock workers. Taking after her father when he was young, she was always looking for trouble, getting caught for petty theft and other misdemeanors. At the age of sixteen, she dropped out of high school, or rather she was expelled, after having punched another student in her face. She got in more and more fights, coming home with scrapes and bruises and worse, as she was becoming addicted to the thrill of fighting, and her parents decided to start doing MMA, so that she had a place to channel all her anger. Through MMA, she met her current lover, her domina, Mathilde, who was her trainer at the time. They've been together since, but Mathilde has grown tired of her rebellious nature. Desiring a more obedient, slave-like pet, she has sent Christy to the Institute in the hopes that she will become a better submissive. Christy didn't want this at all, and was brought to the Institute by force. Player OOs F-list is in my signature! My limits are few and far between, but I don't appreciate excrement or beasts, or any kind of magic for a RP like this. I want it to be real, dark and gritty!
Thread: Why Does the Caged Bird Sing? (Nevermore and Xana)

I aint never crossed a man who didnt deserve it. The lounge of the Gilded Cage Hotel and Casino was packed this evening, as it was most evenings. Men in sharp suits and women in elegant dresses, the seats were filled with bodies, and their hands with filled with drinks. Cigarette smoke made up the hazy atmosphere, obscuring things beyond the low lighting. Conversations were scattered and light, as everyone awaited the start of the show. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to stage, the Gilded Cages own Mercedes Morello! The spot light opened, focusing its brilliance on the young woman. Light clapping and a few scattered wolf whistles could be heard as the band started up. The jazz singer positively glowed in her tight, floor length silver dress, with soft chestnut curls cascading down her shoulders. Warm brown eyes lit up with her smile, as rich and earthy as her voice, as scarlet lips opens to let out the long, low note. Ooooooohhhhh. Slender fingers slide down the microphone stand, and then back up as she moved up the scale, following the rhythm set by the piano player. For over an hour, Mercedes songs enraptured her audience, like the sirens of myth. Her voice was smooth and dark, the kind of voice to lure numerous young men to their deaths. Not that she had ever killed a man, or even raised her fist to one, but more than a few had come up with a broken heart, alongside broken bones, at the hands of her husbands men. Some at her husbands hands himself, mob boss Vinnie Morello. He owned the joint, and half the citys liquors connections. Vegas had been good the couple, even under the sweltering heat of August. Her set ended, and conversation returned to the lounge. Men drank, women laughed, and Vinnie enticed the police commissioner with a hefty briefcase filled with a thousand reasons to look the other way. Mercedes sipped at her own gin and juice backstage, soothing her throat after the show she put on. You came in a bar early on Me and My Gin, she teased Tom, the trumpet player, poking him in the chest. The musician merely smirked at her claim, his teeth starkly white against his dark skin. So you listenin for me then, Miss Mercedes? Of course! Why wouldnt I? I just figure aint no one listenin to me, when they could be listenin to you. Mercedes and Tom laughed in harmony, until Mercedes reached for her drink. In the span of of a blink, Vinnie had appeared. You talking to my girl? Vinnie barked, getting in Toms space. Naw, sir. Nuthin like that. Stop it Vinnie. It dont mean nothing. Just talking bout the music. She grabbed her husbands arm, urging him away from Tom. Vinnies eyes filled with barely contained rage as he half turned to look at her, tugging his from her grasp. You aint gonna like it, if I see you talking to my wife again. Understood? Vinnies words barely held on to the semblance of control. Understood, Mr. Morello. Come on, Mercedes. You need to be getting to bed. Rest your pipes, and such, Vince insisted, bruising fingers digging into her arms as he longed her along.
Thread: The Arena (MxF)

Really craving this, will even play one of your games in exchange!
Thread: The Arena (MxF)

bump it up
Thread: Playmaker and the Namco Sirens (Godfang and Sigr)

Narita International Airport wasn't what Cody Swanson expected it to be. It was large and seemingly well managedbut then again this is Japan, but for the most part he thought it looked like just another airport. Perhaps the issue is that he had a skewed image of what Japan would be like, a bizarre futuristic utopia unlike anything he had ever seen. He was wrong, at least he was so far. With some difficulty, he found his way to a phone card vendor. This was when he hit the first wall of the journey. He considered his Nihongo passable, but there is a big difference to speaking in class to a teacher and doing so out in the real world. There are subtleties, local dialects that he could barely understand, so he had to rely on context. He also had no idea how to say SIM card in Japanese, so he kept using the English word until the man behind the counter corrected him SIM Card in Nihongo is simply 'Shimu Kado', which was a bastardization of the original English word That amused him slightly This is going to be a long day he sighed, switching his old card for the new one from Softbank while walking out towards the taxi line. He tried calling his liaison, Mr. Kamoshida, who was the man he was replacing, but he didn't pick up. He knew Kamoshida, played against him way back when Taric's sprite looked like something out of a playstation 1 video game and when he was ridiculously easy to use. Back then, things were different. He was still on top of the game, and League of Legends was a passion instead of an industry. Times have changed, so did the game, and so did its fans, but he still loved it. It gave him so many opportunities, including the one that brought him here to Japan. A fan recognized him in the taxi line, and politely asked him for a handshake and an autograph, which he graciously agreed to. Cody decided he liked the Japanese fans. They seem to have an appreciation for e-sport athletes that many Americans do not if he had to hear one more fan tell him that League is for 'noobs' and that he should try Dota 2 instead, he would probably commit a felony. His cab came soon enough. Eigo? he asked the driver. Yes. I speak English the man said, and though his pronunciation is hard to understand, Cody found himself grateful. This would make things much easier. Take me to Akihabara please he said with a big smile. When his cab left the airport, it finally dawned on the young man that this is all really happening. His new life in Japan was about to start, and by the time he reached the front door of his team's apartment, he felt optimistic that he can make a good first impression. A brief look at a nearby mirror to tidy up his dirty blonde hair, and he was ready. With a smile on his face, he rang the bell.
Thread: Playmaker and the Namco Sirens (Godfang and Sigr)

Muffled sounds of girls talking too loud came from the inside, the apartment seemed to be properly soundproofed, probably a wise choice to avoid disturbing the neighbors. More noise and mutters came from the other side, until the door finally opened with seemingly nobody to open it. Looking down Cody could see a ridiculously small Japanese girl, easily identifiable by her stature and blue hair as Sakaguchi Mayu , a.k.a. Smurf, the team's prodigious AD Carry. Wearing a comfy set of shirt and shorts, the black of her outfit was quite remarkable with her pale skin. Her brown eyes looked upwards curiously, as trying to identify the intruder, and in a couple of seconds an expression of understanding appeared on her face. Get out of your shoes she said in a heavy accented English, just turning around and leaving him in the lobby, tens of pairs of shoes everywhere. Ossan arrived! Mayu shouted, using the classic Japanese word for 'Old man'. Once past the lobby the apartment was huge by metropolitan Tokyo standards, and it must cost quite the amount of money, something only possible when you were a famous League of Legends team on Asia, and one of the tops in Japan, heavily sponsored. The first room after the lobby, before the rest of the apartment extended in a labyrinth of rooms, was the practice room, the heart of the house. There were half a dozen tables with top of the line computers were set up and running, but the seats were empty as the only two other inhabitants of the room were on a couch. The smaller girl was sitting between the legs of the taller one, that was smiling happy while working on brushing the hair of the smaller one as if she was playing with a doll. The one with the brush had a mane of red hair of her own and it was the only no Asian around until Cody arrived, Sara Anderson , the English recruit and team's midlaner, called Flame. She was wearing jeans and a team t-shirt with the Siren logo, and looked at Cody with a quite cold stare. The Playmaker is in the house Sara said in a clearly joking tone. Paying him no mind, she returned to brush the hair of the smaller girl between her legs. Being seventeen years old, Tanabe Yuki , a.k.a. Sheep was the younger one and she dressed the part, with puffy pink pajamas and her dyed blonde hair puffed up as Sara worked on it. Hello! Yuki greeted, her supportive self fitting her gentle demeanor. Makoto is on the kitchen, or smoking on the balcony or whatever Sara said, seeing that Cody was scanning the room around. Moon has gone shopping. Again she added, talking first about the Japanese 20 year old jungler known as Tomboy and about the Korean 19 year old Top Laner after. So you are our new babysitter? Sara asked, leaving the brush and hugging Yuki against her. In the meantime, tiny Mayu had squirreled out somewhere and she was nowhere to be found in that room.
Thread: Playmaker and the Namco Sirens (Godfang and Sigr)

When Cody first began learning Nihongo, he was given a collection of childrens story. One of them told of a fisherman who visited an underwater kingdom and was given a treasure box by a sea princess when he left, one he was told to never open. Once he returned to shore, he opened the box and immediately grew old. This house was Codys treasure box and disturbingly enough that made Kamoshida his sea princess, the second he opened it, he felt 300 years older. Hi he said to the petite girl with blue hair, but she was gone. He almost stepped onto the wooden panel without taking his shoes too, and he was thankful that she reminded him of it. When he stepped into the living area, he started wondering if he might be in over his head. He recognized the first girl because its hard to forget a hair like hers. The rest of the girl, he recognized by name only except for Sara, who was easy to pin down seeing as shes the only westerner in the team. They were all seemingly quite younger than him, and in the case of Sheep, she looked young enough to almost be his daughter, or at least niece. Perhaps it was true what they say about Asian women looking younger than they are. So, hey everyone he said, placing his bag down on the floor. Im Playmaker, Ill be replacing Kamoshida. Five girls, four of them sexually appealing and he had no doubt there are perverts who gets off on lolls like sheep as well. This job was going to be both really enjoyable, but also really hard. Who the hell thought it was a good idea to put a healthy young red-blooded American male with a group of nubile young women anyways? Maybe this was why Kamoshida left. So, whos up for some league? the young man said with a big grin. 3 on 3, twisted tree lines! It was the first day, and they were practically strangers, but what better way to break the ice than playing a video game they all love?
Thread: Playmaker and the Namco Sirens (Godfang and Sigr)

Twisted Treeline... man, aren't you old? I'm sure that having a second map to play on was a big thing back on your time... Sara laughed, playing with Yuki's poofy dyed blonde hair, while the smaller girl just looked curiously at him. Besides, Moon isn't here and Makoto... feel free to go around the house looking for her, I would advise against it though she added. We could two vee two it Yuki proposed, her cutesy voice and accent making a bit troublesome to understand that she wanted a 2v2. She skipped down the couch she was in, leaving Sara empty handed and after disappearing through a door, she returned with Mayu. It was weird seeing, as small the younger Yuki was, how she still had a couple of inches of advantage over Mayu, her blue hair bouncing while she let herself be dragged around. If we play, you'll be facing Sheep and Smurf Mayu talked about themselves, hugging the support close and pointing at Cody's face, we can't be separated, so... she turned to look towards Sara, lazying up on the couch. Flame? You up for it? Mayu asked. The redhead's groan was easily audible, but she still got up from the couch, skipping towards Cody. I hope you aren't too heavy to carry she eyed him up and down. Do you still want to do a twisted treeline even if it's two versus two? she looked at him with something that seemed pity. We could do a two versus two bottom lane or mid lane. You know, the first team that reaches two hundred minions or gets two kills or takes the tower wins, whatever happens first she shrugged. We are professionals after all, so you get to pick she added, while the smaller girls looked at them and nodded. Unless you don't want to play with a mid laner she added as an afterthought. I could go around the house and fetch Tomboy for you, so it would be two junglers against our bottom lane she mocked. It was clear that she was derisive towards Cody, but at the same time she knew enough about him as to be aware of what was his main position in the past.
Thread: Playmaker and the Namco Sirens (Godfang and Sigr)

Oh boy, they think twisted treeline is for old people. Wait till I tell them about dominion. There really is no way he could convince them to accept him unless he can prove to them that he can play. Even then, theyre teenagers, theyll still rebel because thats what teenagers do. He was one himself once. Now he was starting to wonder if he was as obnoxious as a kid. Lets do it on your terms then he said. 2 v 2 bottom lane only. First tower kill wins Some calls it a simplistic approach, but throughout his career, Cody has the belief that whoever gets the first tower kill, gets the momentum. This changed when they reduced the global gold gains, of course, but he never changed the way he played. It was still a mental advantage. Swiftly, he took out his slgihtly worn gaming laptop from his bag, on the back was a sticker of his favourite jungler . It was four years old, but League was never that intensive on the graphic card, and that was a big advantage for someone who lived in a small town like him. Even after he became a pro player with his own income, he still prefered the simplicity of League to the fancy new games out on the market. Simpler is better. It was a creed he lived by. Hey, Cmere he said with a grin at Sara. Her english was much easier to understand, thank god for that. Been wanting to play with you for a bit. Who you wanna use? Cody asked. He had a laid back demeanor, not the kind you'd expect in a coach.