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Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me Work in Progress .Underline Rules. Be Literate It feels like Im beating a dead horse by now... Leadership I believe in team work, brain storming is a must. I promises not to dwell in your posts, please do not dwell in mine. Method of Roleplay PMs are preferred, but Im also open to threads. So don't let that scare you away. But I will not rp outside BM. No under Age Characters I am keeping mine above 18, please do so with yours. Keep Real Life and RP Separate I'm fine with a little talking about thing out of rp, just don't confuse things with the rp. I'm here for 'fictional fun', lets keep it that way. Bugging Please... Please don't constantly bug me about replying to the roleplay. If it becomes a long-term issue, I might end up dropping the plot... BUT if haven't posted in around a week, poke me. Poke me to death. Because then, chances are, I forgot. But if I don't post for a couple of hours and you send me a PM asking where my next reply is... Then that will get on my nerves. No God-Modeling Who likes their characters being controlled? More more, I'm sure there was more....
Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me Work in Progress .Kinks and What I Love 3. Here is my F-List Well, lets begin with what pairings i'm comfurtable with includeing the Dom and Sub roles . It'll be easyer for me to just list them. Bold is my part FemaleBeing Dom or Sub x Male MaleBeing Dom or Sub x Female FemaleDom or Sub x Female FutaDom or Sub x Futa FutaDom x Female FemaleSub x Futa MaleMost likely Sub x Male Any other pairings you suggest will be a Maybe. Now on to my Kinks BreastNipple Play Teasing Biting Futa on Females or regular Het pairings. Yuri Light Bondage Pleasure control Pleasure Denial HandFinger Jobs Oral Sexgiving and receiving Vaginal Sex Monster Girlseither playing one or against one Anthros Especially Wolves and TigersLionsLeopards Romance Rough but passionate Sex
Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me Work in Progress .Turn Offs and No-No's. Watersports or Scat Any type of Vore. So don't ask Cunt-boys Vomit Swallowing of Piss, Scat, Vomit Calling my Character a Bitch or a Cunt. Some dirty talk of Slut and such are fine though. Extremely muscled men Cross-dressing Rape... usually. Unless its pseudo-rape. Extreme amounts of Cum and Semen MacroMicro Anything Second-Person PoV
Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me Work in Progress .Maybes and Other Possibilities. If Interested in ANY of these, Feel Free To Ask. I'm always open. First-Person PoV Blood-play A little Sexual Pain Any Anthros besides Wolves and Large Cats 3 Penetration Anal Sex Growth of Any Kind Humiliation Vaginal Gapping Foot PlayJust not extreme Instant Hook-Ups Monsters
Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me Work in Progress . ossible Pairings. These are more Genaric then anything else... Feel free to suggest Others! BabysitterMan or Women of the house Sibbleings or Step Sibbleings Co-Workers BossWorker MasterSlave MaterPet Anthros Vampires WerewolfHuman VampireHuman CopCriminal BodyguardCharge Blah blah blah... Really, most of these on their own hold no interest to me. Seriously, pitch me a pairing and plot idea, we can brainstorm from there! -
Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me Work in Progress .Current Cravings. BBC's Sherlock Mostly just a Sherlock x John pairing xD. I'm currently really obsessed with this show right now. I'll play eather John or SherlockThough leaning more twords John. But if anyone wants me to actually play Sherlock, i'm going to live up to his sociopathic name... hopefully 3 Otherwhys then I have failed.
Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me Active Roleplays Snake Girls Catch - Deerpood Suprize! - Eclipse Jalorda Alittle Fun In The Forest - Your One Desire There Is A Light this Darkness Can't Hide - Wreckless Fun in the Woods - ChrisGabriel Lost in the Woods - Invalid Nickname
Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me i was going to correct you on some typos but there is actually a lot And although i am not a grammar nazi certain things bother me. Usually words i find should be incredibly easy to spell. So I am actually hoping they are misspelled on purpose. Also I was wanting to RP but 2-6 paragraphs per post is going to be tough for me to keep up with. So good luck.
Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me I know I was very tired when doing this... And I just woke up from a couple hours sleep -. But I'm of course going to be going over everything and fixing things. But thanks for reminding me! And if you would like to talk more about roleplaying, just pm me with the details and any ideas you have 3.
Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me Great intro of greatness, batman! That's quite the request thread... Also explains to me why I haven't gotten replies... Care to PM me so we can discuss that issue?
Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me Craving Anthro Futa x Female Human pairing! Added in a New Craving!
Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me Bumping
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RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me Wow what a thread, I would love to play a anthro role with you. We could work out the details in a pm, hope to hear from you soon.
Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me PMed You!
Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me I'd be interested in doing a sibling role play with you! I have a plot idea so please PM me!
Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me This seems to be quite the thread. Perhaps we could do an rp along the likes of something like hybrids? Half human half vampire or lycan or something? Pm me if your interested
Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me Well I've sent you a Pm!
Thread: ~Dream Alittle Dream of Me~ [BBC's Sherlock Craving]

RE Dream Alittle Dream of Me Bumpers
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

After finally setting her bags and the like into the entryway to the house, Isanya stretched and slipped off her shoes, wiggling her toes lightly to get them unpinched from the pretty, but extremely useless shoes. She preferred to go barefoot most of the time, and the calm, cool expression on her face was one that was generally seen as her being unfriendly, though children and those with 'pure souls' as her teacher had taught her, saw her as a beauty. To be honest, her human form was annoying, now that she was so used to her legless form, it was as though her body had been born as a naga, not as the human woman who'd died in the car accident so deep in the jungle. Stretching her lean limbs over her head once she'd tossed her hat into the house which was caught by a vine and held gently out of sight, Isanya glided back down the stairs and began to tend to her garden. It had been very badly overrun with plants in the past, the dandelions and ragweed running wild and untamed. Now however, it looked more tamed, the ragweed remaining only in a far corner of the garden, since she couldn't bear to kill it off entirely. The dandelions made a pretty border along the wrought iron fencing that stood waist high. Already there were rumours in the neighbourhood about a small gang of thieves who'd tried to get into the house when it became obvious someone was moving in, disappeared mysteriously. The ivy along the walls of the building were quiet, their leaves not rustling even in the breezes that blew through, and they held many more secrets than the stupid humans could even begin to fathom. They also had a taste for human flesh, as did the vibrantly coloured roses which bordered the house itself. Stepping down onto grass which upon her arrival had been scraggly, but was now lush and green, Isanya spotted several humans peering out of windows at her curiously, one walking a small ratty looking dog staring at her in amazement so hard he ran into a pole. The sounds of the city were muted in her little patch of home, but the squeak of a door opening next door had cool green eyes peering over there as the dog walker rubbed his forehead and cursed. A large bird, the size of a medium dog in fact, shifted on the balcony railing and blinked enormous gold coloured eyes. It had been there the whole time, sleeping comfortably and so still that it had seemed to be a statue while it awaited Isanya's arrival. The bird itself was a mottled russet colouring, like drying blood, and the wicked beak and talons it displayed were meant for ripping and tearing into food. It turned its head as well to peer in the direction of the dark haired young mans house as he stopped in the doorway, obviously to allow his eyes to adjust. The redhead tilted her head curiously at the dishevelled human who stepped outside, then blinked once and looked down to see a morning glory in one of the planter pots wrapping itself about her wrist in a bid for attention, which effectively distracted her. The bird however, kept a very close watch the on the human male.
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

His eyes met with the woman's own for a brief moment, a rather odd shiver running through his spine. He was quick to break contact, letting his gaze refocus upon the street ahead as he began to continue on his way. Pursing his lips, he couldn't help but still take note of the vine-covered house from the corner of his eyes. It still seemed quite odd that anyone would choose to live in such a dwelling, and there was that woman as well. Though he had only gotten a couple-second glance, there was something...something rather off about her. He'd always been the observant sort, his gut never proving wrong. There was that bird as well. Even now he could feel her companion's eyes on him. He would have to keep an eye on her. Bu- Oi, Deschain! Great. Rolling his eyes just slightly, the young man whirled about to greet the source of the voice. He saw them almost immediately. It was a small group, actually. About five men, strutting towards him in an idiotic attempt at looking threatening. Their tattered jackets blew in the afternoon breeze, the smoke from their cigarettes clinging to the air. Their leader, the one who'd gone ahead and addressed him, had a smug little smile planted upon his face. ... The young man's features didn't even flinch as they drew closer, the leader getting even closer. The young man's eyes traveled a bit, taking in the leader's greasy hair...his dirt-stained teeth. And then there was that rancid smell tainting his breath. ...I see that haven't changed, York, He suddenly found himself getting an even closer look as the man lashed out, grabbing the neck of his shirt and pulling him in just a bit. The leader smirked, his plaque-ridden smile growing all the more. ...I've been looking for you, Leon. I think we've got somethin' to settle, Things were about to heat up.
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

They're eyes having met for a moment, Isanya blinked, memorizing the slightly glassy eyed look to the humans' eyes and expression. He seemed...stunned. In shock perhaps. An odd thing, yes, but not unexpected for one who lived in this neighbourhood apparently. She was busy dealing with the morning glory however, and failed to note the arrival of the small gang of bigger, tougher looking human men until their raucous noise had her feathered friend twitching slightly in irritation, his beak snapping open, then shut in annoyance with an audible 'SNAP'. Apparently, the noise was loud enough to catch the attention of one of the sickly-er looking henchmen of the fellow who had ahold of her new neighbours' shirt. The sallow faced fool didn't even seem to see the bird which had made the noise, instead focusing on the red haired woman in her yard, dealing with a batch of 'weeds'. One of his boney elbows jabbed into the side of another for a moment and the two exchanged grins before breaking away from the group. They weren't quite ballsy enough to set foot on the grass, knowing the rumours that had begun to spread about the house, though they knew nothing about it's newest inhabitant. The sickly looking male, who couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen, and cocky as hell as most boys that age were, leaned against the fence and proceeded to air hump it, leering and sending a shrill, shaky and very pathetic wolf whistle Isanya's way. The Naga had been attempting to ignore the foolishness of the humans in the road, but that whistle, and the obvious motions that the human was doing to her fence was just disgusting. Her eyes changing slightly to the colour of brittle green glass, the Isanya straightened up and glared at the boy with an expression set to 'annihilate'. The guy paused, but was either too drugged out or was just plain stupid, as he jerked his hips more wildly, his buddy egging him on with a loud, donkey-like laugh. Isanya headed for the fence, her gait deceptively quick considering she barely seemed to move at all. She was in front of the little beast within moments, and her hand had lashed out in a resounding slap that echoed rather loudly, slammed the boys head sideways and had him nearly spinning with the force of the hit. The guys' friend staggered back a bit in shock, then flushed red in anger as the first fellow blinked to get his watering eyes under control, a set of four livid fingernail prints beginning to leak blood from where Isanya's nails had caught him. To add to the attack, her bird, named MethrelinVengeance spread his wings on the balcony...and shrieked. The sound was loud, fierce and more than a little pissed off. A perfect mimic to the red heads' emotions, though her quiet Get the Fuck off away from my property you filthy little brats. After the shriek was filled with enough venom that she nearly spat it. Not that she actually could of course, only her lower half was a snake after all, she wasn't one of the more venomous breeds.
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

The man had lurched forward, grabbing the collar of the boy's shirt and pulling him forward just a bit. Deschain could feel the punk's rancid breath washing over his face, his nose wrinkling just a bit as he listened to the man bark out his toothless threats. Now that the old man is gone, we've been lookin' into taking that house of yours boy, A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he spoke, eyes alight with a sadistic delight. He honestly thought he stood a chance? How cute. ...after all, your just one person, aren't ya? That grin of his only widened, his grip tightening, You don't need that whole place to yourself anyhow, we-huh? His attention was broken as the woman's words caught his ear. His turned away almost immediately, eyes narrowing as he saw one of his goons stumbling back from the fence, clutching the side of his face. Oi! His grip on Deschain loosened just a bit as he looked over at the chick, grimy teeth bared. ...what the hell do you think your doing!? The fact that this woman had the audacity to not only talk back, but to actually attack one of his men was obviously making the gang leader all that happy. It was to the point where he had nearly forgotten about Deschain, both eyes set firmly upon the woman behind the fence. Big mistake. The young man only needed that brief moment of distraction to get an edge over the punk, quickly bringing his knee up and slamming it right on into the asshole's stomach. He barely even had a chance to react, only able to let out a weeze before stumbling back. He didn't get a chance to recover, as Deschain was quick to move in. He grabbed the man's hair, and once more brought his knee up, letting it collide with the thug's jaw. He was out cold. The others had begun to sprint towards the attacker, eager to avenge their unconscious boss. Get away from here, He called out to the woman before letting his full attention fall upon the attackers. Alright then...
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

'Awww how sweet...if a little medieval.' Isanya raised an eyebrow at the guy who'd warned her to get away. The guys were going after him now and to be honest, the Naga had no use for the human police to be running around in front of her house if things got even more out of hand. She would step in if there was stupidity involved. The two guys who'd come over to her were easy to bring down, with a little help from a Chokevine that was growing up the sides of the wrought iron fence. A quick snatch about their ankles had their heads clunking together, then the plant pulled back and returned to it's normal position on the fence as the humans slid to the ground. And she stood there to watch, cool green eyes assessing the humans in front of her. To be honest again, the redhead was beginning to become interested in the hollow-eyed young man getting prepared to deal with the gang of bigger, nastier smelling men. The winds that had kicked up brought the scent and taste of the rather rauchier smelling guys, and the slightly cleaner tastescent of her neighbour. From where she was standing, the yard was greener already, denser and somehow darker, to match her mood of quiet watchfulness. Methrelin mantled again, then took to the air and landed on her shoulder, their gazes the same predatory expression as they stood silently. A lone tendril of Chokevine reached out towards her, touching her dress for a moment before coiling back to the fence and promptly allowing the whole vine to produce some rather wicked thorns. The human struggle, to Isanya, was one that was going to be futile eventually. She knew of trees and species which had been around billions of years before mankind was so much as a thought in the universe, it would end eventually. As would this brief skirmish.
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

It was almost to easy. To the young man, it was as though they were moving in slow motion. Their punches he could see coming from a mile away, their kicks barely even making it halfway up before he himself was able to counter. The sickening crunch of bone could heard throughout the local area as he dealt with one after another, the young man barely even breaking a sweat as he slowly become surrounded by the crumpled forms of the gang. Hmph, it was almost a shame he had to go ahead and knock out York so quickly. It would've done the hotheaded punk a bit of good to see his little group reduced to a bunch of screaming little kids. He grabbed the last one by the arm, yanking the brutish man forward without even a bit of strain before bringing his own head back, slamming it right into his opponent's own. Deschain barely even felt a thing, though the same couldn't be said for his opponent. The man hit the ground without a noise, as silent as a mouse. Brushing off his hands he gave a quick glance over his broken foes before letting his attention refocus upon the red-headed woman. She was sti-wait... What in the-hm? He didn't get a chance to finish. His keen ears had picked up the slight little click, and he barely had time to turn about before there was a loud CRACK followed by a searing pain rushed through his belly. He fell back, blood blossoming over his shirt as he collided with the concrete. Ha...ha...ha... A weak little chuckle reached his ears, and through blurry he could make out the figure of York. The man's face was caked in blood, his next words barely even audible. Yoush...gosh...nuthin osh me... He slurred, the pain from his half-broken jaw apparent. ...little brash... His finger fell upon the trigger, ...gonnsha teash you a leshon...
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

The fight was short, swift and brutal compared to many she had seen before, and Isanya was mildly disappointed....until the leader of the gang pulled out a gun. Foolish human. She expected her neighbour to notice that weapon immediately, but apparently that was too much to ask from the younger male, who ended up getting the bullet directly through his gut. The redhead shook her head in mild disappointment before he hit the ground, the iron tint of blood in the air hitting her tongue and tasting rather lovely to her predatory senses. The bigger human, the one with the gun, she'd mentally call him Stupid One, was slurring something at the shorter male, his finger sliding back to the trigger. Methrelin shrieked at that, though he'd kept silent during the first shot that had hurt his sensitive ears, covered in feathers though they were. Mantling his wings once again, the enormous bird hit the air like a shot, taking off from Isanya's arm like an arrow. He went for the human with the gun at the same time that a mild flick of her fingers sent the Chokevine to do what it did best to the human man. It hit his hands and fingers the same time the bird hit his face, three-inch long talons gouging out both eyes and raking up a decent amount of flesh from his cheeks. At the same time, the Chokevine had ahold of his fingers and was constricting them, as well as bending them backwards, ten short, sharp popping sounds indication of dislocated digits, plus the humans shrill shrieks of agony as Methrelin dealt with his face, had the guy successfully dealt with. And Isanya hadn't even had to move beyond her fingers directing the plants, which very sucessfully bound and held the humans who had attempted to bully her new neighbour. Already there were sirens coming up the street however, and Isanya sighed, knowing she'd have to put on a tremblingly feminine face and make up a story about her plants or some such thing once the police arrived, her emerald eyes turned to the human who was her neighbour, taking in the sight of the blood and that rather obvious scent of a near-mortal wound in a still living animal. Methrelin returned to his balcony, tactfully wiping his talons on a bit of cloth she had set out for him earlier, as he was finicky about his eating habits, having learned from her...and the taste of human was not on any of his menus of food. ....Do I save you boy....or would you prefer to die in the road like a cur? Cultured, sweet and yet with a hidden steel to it, Isanya spoke to her neighbour with a single intensity that exlcuded any and everything but the question.
Thread: Heros and Villains and-What the Heck?! (Anaeria and Dublin)

He was half-unconscious by the time the woman reached him, the boy just barely able to pick out her words through the thick haze clouding his mind. And despite the pain, despite the foggyness of it all, his stubborness remained. He blinked, trying to clear his mind as he gingerly pressed both of his palms into the crimson-stained street. I'll live, His entire body screamed as he slowly, very slowly, began to pull himself. It felt like he'd swallowed broken glass, his stomach on fire. And yet, despite the undescribable agony cursing his form, the boy continued to slowly pull himself. Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, it wouldn't take. By the time he managed to get upon his feet his body decided to give out, and with only a slight gasp he stumbled forward, hitting the ground thump. Another flash of pain coursed through him, and for a moment he thought he was going to bite off his tongue. ... His master had taught him to ignore pain, of the inconveniences it brought, and yet here he in such a sorry state. How irritating. The bullet was probably still in him as well... Dammit, I... He blinked, glancing up at the woman through pained eyes, ...fine,