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Thread: An Innocent Dance

His giggle gave Des flashbacks to the good old days, and she couldn't help but beam at the fact that she could still make him laugh like that. When he agreed to visit with her for a bit, she all but squealed , eagerly leading him up to her second-floor apartment. She pulled a big jumble of keys from her jacket pocket, fumbling for a bit in her sheer excitement before getting the door unlocked and opened. She gave Rebel an affectionate pat and a scratch behind the ears before holding him back some to let Izac in. Her apartment was small, a bit cramped, but she didn't have enough stuff to clutter it and make it really small. They entered in the living room, which was bare except for a couch, a coffee table, and a short bookshelf with a television perched on top. There was one bedroom, which was the only way to get to the one bathroom, all equally minimal in their furniture arrangements. A small island separated the living room from the cramped kitchen. Yeah, I guess not much has changed, she answered when he asked about the band shirts and black lab, her face turning red when the inevitable question came up. Except for that. She laughed, running a hand through her hair as she tried to come up with some semblance of a decent explanation. Everyone always wanted an explanation. Why a stripper? To which she would normally respond, Why a bank teller? Why a receptionist? Why a waiter? Let me do my fuckin' job, asshole. But the way Izac asked was different. He hadn't even really asked , but the question was there, hanging in the air between them as both their faces went red. Well, first of all, I prefer exotic dancer , Desdemona finally answered in her best diva voice, flipping her hair back and trying to lighten the mood a bit. And...you know, hard times. This is the cheapest apartment I could find, and I'm still struggling. Rebel and I share food! People food, not dog food. I just give him, like, scraps and bits of meat from every meal... Her voice trailed off, realizing she was rambling. Do you want something to drink? I've got a pretty decent collection of cheap alcohol!
Thread: An Innocent Dance

Sorry right of course... Izac spurted out as Des put on her diva airs, the last thing he wanted to do was to offend her W.. well if it's an consolation yo.. you're really good... not that I've seen a stripper before.. i mean exotic dancer... i mean you might not want to be good or.. i uhh... you know just you've got the body for it... not that I was thinking like that.. i mean... he found himself floundering again, ears already burning up red. He clung to the offer of a drink like it was a life raft saving him from his own stupid mouth Y.. Yeah that'd be great... whatever you've got is fine Rebel had come up to him leading to scratches behind the ear as Des made drinks for them My friends said this was a bad idea... I didn't know how to explain properly he laughed nervously Not that I'd ever think you were like that He called out after mumbling as Des returned with the drinks they just don't know you like I do.... or well did he seemed a little sad at that fact. Izacs family had moved to the city halfway through his junior year, his dad had been promoted. He still remembered all the tears he shed when he found out he had to leave Desdemona. Des sat across from him an offered drink in hand which he accepted gratefully. Even after all these years it still felt like they were teens getting themselves into trouble. Izac nursed his drink Work is work. I push papers for one of the big companies. Some of the guys joke around saying I'd be better off as a secretary. He sighed letting his head hang a little Just like high school well except... he stopped short of saying that Des wasn't there instead he took another sip of his drink. He was already feeling a bit light headed, his pettie frame and lack of drinking experience meant that practically the fumes could get him tipsy.
Thread: An Innocent Dance

She blushed and smiled at his floundering, taking off her jacket and perching it on the back of one of the chairs at her kitchen table as she went to fetch the drinks. Her drink of choice was always Jack and coke, and she poured a second for Izac as he told her how his friends felt about him giving her a ride home. She didn't blame them--a few of the girls who really needed money would do a little extra on the side for anyone who could pay cash, usually just out in the parking lot. The girls knew better than to let an average client know where they lived, though. Izac's friends obviously had little knowledge of strippers, but that was just the way it was--people point fingers with one hand and jack off with the other. When she sat across from him and offered his drink, Desdemona was alarmed to find that Izac looked sad. Like he was remembering bad times. But the only bad times she could remember were when he had to leave... oh . Then he mentioned his work, and how the guys there thought he'd make a better secretary because of his feminine appearance, and she understood his sadness. Sexist fucking assholes, she muttered as she took a sip of her drink. She wasn't quite as much of a lightweight as Izac, but the alcohol went to her head almost as quickly--especially when she had a tendency to guzzle an entire glass in a sip. That didn't make her any less sincere, however, when she reached across the table to take Izac's hand. I'm here now, she said softly, sensing what he meant when he trailed off. She gave him a soft smile, bringing the Jack and coke to the table so she could refill their drinks quicker. She refilled her glass and topped his off. I think we both deserved a night of good drinks and good company. Almost like fate, huh? She laughed wryly as she sat back down. It seemed silly to ask if he had a girlfriend, considering the circumstances of their reunion, so she wracked her brain for other topics of conversation. So...you got anything going with any of those girls I saw tonight? she asked in a teasing singsong voice, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at him.
Thread: An Innocent Dance

Izac felt his heart catch in his throat, Des was right she was here now and as there hands met he felt the same spark he had when she had taken his first kiss. It had all happened the week before he learned that he was moving, the two were hanging out as usual when Desdemona had suddenly pulled him into a kiss before slipping away with her usual smile, the one that Izac would've followed anywhere. He had planned to confess, planned to tell her how he felt but when he was told that they would be moving interstate he decided to put his feelings aside and spend time with his best friend. Fate huh... he chuckled before nearly choking on his drink when Des asked if he had anything going on with Dawn, Sophie or Kristy. After some coughing and a mouth full of water he finalled answered No.. no we just hang out after work. Dawn's into girls. Sophie has a boyfriend and Kristy was the first person to talk to me at work. She works on my floor I met the other two through her he explained while taking short sips of the rum and coke, he was really beginning to feel it now None of them are like you he mumbled into his glass unsure if the heat he felt radiating off his face was from the booze or because he was sitting alone with Des in her apartment talking about if he had anything going on with his friends. He leaned back in the couch feeling his head spin, he was definitely drunk. He had lost track of just how much he had drank as Des kept topping him off I th-think... imma bit drunk he laughed laying his head against the couch I missed you Des... more than you know was what he was trying to say but it came out slurred and quiet Good company he shouted giggling girlishly again before taking a big mouthful awwh fuck... i gotta drive Des.. i gotta... I can't jus.. jus.. stay... I like you too much he slumped a little into the couch his hand resting on her knee while staring up at the roof.
Thread: Is this torture or fun? An Idiot's Journal of his vacation. Comments please

Well, I should have done this sooner, but wanted to do something since I'm not deprived from the net like originally thought. This isn't going to be long, and I will chronicle the highlights of the days, starting with Days 1 and 2 as a short recap Day1 Flight was set way later than thought. Finally arriving the airport did things where I had to wait so I could wait in a long ass line. Waitception much? Didn't fly for like 16 years so I was nervous. Plane had a lot of turbulence so it was very shaky, plus my fear of heights. I finally reached my destination safely, physically. I swear, I am traumatized. Day2 Lazed around for most of the day. Evening came and I went to my cousin's graduation. my thoughts were only regarding the principal's name. Oh and it was HOT. update soon
Thread: Is this torture or fun? An Idiot's Journal of his vacation. Comments please

Day 3 Didn't sleep too well last night. It's way hotter than what I'm used to. More relatives came in today, having the house where I'm staying at become very, very crowded. 13 people more than enough? Also went out and about with my cousins, and went to a comic book shop. As a result, MY SANITY IS SAVED!!! Did I mention it was hot? Not even being in a pool saved me from the hell that is known as a hot southern day. As I'm typing this three things come to mind. First is that so far I'm not as miserable as I expected, flying trauma aside. Secondly, my Uncle, who I was fearing would just do whatever he wished wihout other's consideration isn't as gungho as I expected. And finally, I am going to have nightmares as I realize I'm going to be flying back home. Well, just four days to go. Here's to not becoming extra crispy yet!
Thread: Is this torture or fun? An Idiot's Journal of his vacation. Comments please

Day 4 Surprisingly another lazy day again. Most that really happened was going bowling with my cousins. One of them is leaving later, but it can't be helped. We all have lives and jobs after all. Fuck...Gotta get back to the grindstone myself when I get back home. And I am halfway through now with my vacation. Now, where's the damn vodka?!
Thread: Is this torture or fun? An Idiot's Journal of his vacation. Comments please

Day 5 It was cleaning hell. I was unwillingly drafted to clean the pool by myself, then I had to help with yard work, followed by many other chores. Think I got a damn sunburn. It was to prepare for my cousin's graduation party, but god damn it... My body aches from all that manual labor. And it was fucking hot again. Every single time I thought I can relax, I am then called for another thing. I'm tired, but don't feel like sleeping. Can I drink the Vodka again?
Thread: Is this torture or fun? An Idiot's Journal of his vacation. Comments please

Day 6 I was reminded why I hate kids. Today was that Graduation party, and I was a freaking fish out of wather the whole day. Aside from being dragged out to the pool, I practically did nothing much aside from browsing the internet, talking with my grandma, and roleplaying here . but damn three year olds just kept trying to get into my stuff. It's things like this that make me want to become sterilized. I want the vodka to ease my stress a bit, but there's none around. FUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!
Thread: Is this torture or fun? An Idiot's Journal of his vacation. Comments please

FINAL DAY Well, never in my whole entire life did boredom be so bad like it is today. My phone battery was out of juice, had no handheld gaming system on me, surrounded by religious figures left and right for a good chunk of the day, all devoid from the internet or anything else I'd enjoy. Sleep was my best form of entertainment during that time... I am not doing a vodka joke here, because it'd make me appear as an alcoholic,which I'm not. That and I'm still too bitter with today's events to make fun of myself... I'm leaving for home tomorrow, so at least I'll be able to return to my normal lifestyle. I am not looking forward to the fucking plane. Overall, this trip has been mediocre, and I wonder if I would have spent it better instead at my job. It was nice to meet my relatives and all that, but between flying and the heat, I honestly was more miserable than expected. Seriously, I'd like to hear your thoughts here, as with any general advice for traveling in general to make it more enjoyable. Enough of my bellyaching, and thanks for taking your time to read this little journal of mine.
Thread: Wolf eat wolf world [ JurassicParts & shitsNgiggles]

Tom laughed at Dylan's response. It was a noisy, carefree sound that marked him out as an American as much as the southern drawl and the way his rounded syllables flowed freely and lazily into their neighbors. Plus, his tendency to be the biggest mother fucker, with an even worse bite than bark, had never done any good to instill decorum in him. Certainly he'd been a bit of a momma's boy back home, but who wouldn't when the woman could sling real curses as freely as she did metaphorical ones. Not that she'd ever actually cursed anyone, or would. That was dark magic. His momma was a damn saint and he'd punch the unfortunate shit stain who suggested otherwise. Dylan was a ballsy fucker he'd give him that... It wasn't as if Tom had anything better to do, so he followed after the fleckly bastard through the milling student crowds. He certainly couldn't lose him very easily with that hair. Maybe that was the point. He'd never bothered with anything more than close-crop with his. And of course part of him was more than a little curious about that blow job claim. The fact that Dylan was a paranomal cousin once or twice removed maybe didn't even cross his mind. For all the things his wolf form did give him, extra senses in his human one weren't on the list. Magic worked different than genetics. Worked different than a lotta things. His green eyes were sharp enough on their own to catch the glint of something shiny and alcoholic and he was willing to considering this a worthwhile adventure already. It's funny how y'all use that word over here. He replied around another laugh. Tom didn't bother asking for a spot on the bench, his jeans were a dark wash that could stand up to sitting on some grass. Made it easy to snag the beer that Dylan had set out too, while he fiddled with his zipper trying to close his broken bag back up. He cracked it open. Stealing it made it taste good enough, even warm. He downed most of it in the first few swallows, even the pint all but wrapped in his big, long-fingered hand. Ain't no one from back home that'd call me a yank of any kind.
Thread: Wolf eat wolf world [ JurassicParts & shitsNgiggles]

The first warm day of the year drew out more people than usual. Girls showed off their new summer clothes, a couple of guys kicked a ball back and forth. People had a smoke and talked about how their weekend was, what their plans were, the dates for the first barbecues of this season. Two grass fields were separated by a single path along which benches were sprinkled. In front of the school, there was another row of benches pressed up against the grass that looked out over the entire yard and the street attached to it. Tucked away in a corner near the parkinglot, underneath a large oak tree, was Dylans bench. With its back up against the street. From the corners of his eyes, Dylan looked at him when realised they continued their joined path. His mouth disappeared into a thin line and his eyes narrowed. Dylan hummed. You think? Its weird that you people use motherfucker that often, what kind of fucked-up implications are those? He muttered as the man as he sat on the grass. His eyes grew wide with horror when he heard something very familiar. With eyes like saucers, he stared as someone took his pint. A low growl grew loud in the back of his throats before he freed his hands. The pack of fags was hastily thrown atop of his bag. What the fuck do you think you're doing?! He yelled and his voice rose in pitch. He leaned forwards and tried to snatch the pint back and he bared teeth when he failed. The commotion had caused a few heads to look up from the fields in front of them. Voices faded from the crowd and were replaced by whispered question. Dylan dived out of his bench as he tackled Tom to the ground. He grabbed the mans shoulders and head-butted Tom in the process, not entirely intentional before he got a face full of dirt and grass. Quickly he straightened himself and he pushed himself back. Bare skin pressed back again jeans when Dylan straddled Toms hips. He reached out and snatched the pint back. Dylan down the rest with large gulps before he cracked the can and threw it towards the man underneath him. Where the hell do you get off thinking it's fine to take another mans beer?! You're not my fucking girlfriend, or are you?! He barked.
Thread: RIP Chris Cornell

We lost another grunge legend today. Lead Singer for Soundgarden and Audioslave, and easily one of the top ten rock vocalist of all time. You will be missed. No one sings like you anymore.
Thread: RIP Chris Cornell

I always thought he was awesome. Very sad, especially considering the circumstances. Rock in peace. videoyoutube videoyoutube
Thread: Digimon RP; "Sunglasses at Night"(Always Open) Character Profiles

Here's the template from the original post Please note that YOU DO NOT HAVE TO FILL OUT THE WHOLE THING. However, doing so makes things easier in general. Feel free to skip questions, just try to fill out the important ones. I only have this character sheet, which I hijacked from here to make character creation easier. You can make your own, or just describe your character, so long as I have a general idea of who they are. Your character's Digimon partner can also have a personality, it makes things more interesting. CHARACTER CREATION Character's Full Name and Screen Name Appearance How does this character sound when speakingDialect, voice, etc Character Personality Skills this character hasList three Things this character is bad atList three ALIGNMENTlawful good, neutral good, chaotic good, lawful neutral, neutral, chaotic neutral, lawful evil, neutral evil, or chaotic evil Base Stats HP 10 MP 10 Speed 1 Dexterity 1 Strength 1 Mentality 1 Charisma 1 Toughness 1 Available stat points 10Stats applied to HP and MP count are doubled. Example Applying 1 point to a base HP of 10 makes it 12. Desired starting Digimon Personality Alignment Rookie form Champion form Ultimate Form Mega Form Base Stats HP 25 MP 25 Speed 5 Dexterity 5 Strength 5 Mentality 5 Charisma 5 Toughness 5 Available stat points 15 LASTLY, if there's anything I missed, PLEASE let me know. As mentioned in the original post, please mention any kinks you like or dislike so I know what should or should not be done to your character, and so other players know as well. If you feel like I missed any categories, let me know, or just add them when copying the template. Aside from the aforementioned Hacker Sunglasses and your Digivice, your inventory will be empty at the start. I think that's everything. I'll start the actual RP thread after I have enough applications. I'll also create a Discord chat, so people can talk about the RP, check my dice rolls, and contact me directly, live.
Thread: Looking to throatfuck some hostages (NSFW)

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Thread: Looking to throatfuck some hostages (NSFW)

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Thread: Looking to throatfuck some hostages (NSFW)

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Thread: M x Any - Naruto RP (Non-Canon)

RE Simple man - MF Bump. Grossly under roleplayed right now. Help me out.
Thread: M x Any - Naruto RP (Non-Canon)

RE Simple man - MF Bump Try easing the door open with a quick roleplay idea that we can get right into and learn about each other that way. I'd fucking love you if you could do that for me
Thread: M x Any - Naruto RP (Non-Canon)

RE Simple man - MF Bump I need a roleplay to keep my mind busy. Please.
Thread: M x Any - Naruto RP (Non-Canon)

RE TOKYO GHOUL RP?! Bumperoni. Updated the opening post content, old bumps can be ignored since they aren't relevant. I hope I can get something with these themes going D
Thread: M x Any - Naruto RP (Non-Canon)

RE TOKYO GHOUL RP?! Dying for this. Please hit me up.
Thread: M x Any - Naruto RP (Non-Canon)

RE M x Any - Tokyo Ghoul Rp Nobody here seems to have any interest in this. Almost as bad as realizing that nobody is coming to see you for Christmas. Idea is still up. I want it bad. Baaaaadly.
Thread: M x Any - Naruto RP (Non-Canon)

RE M x Any - Tokyo Ghoul Rp I need to roleplay TG so bad. Even if you're only sort of familiar with the show, you could still play a human and it'd probably be easier for you that way too. lol. More realistic provided that Humans weren't generally the most informed characters early in TG.
Thread: M x Any - Naruto RP (Non-Canon)

Bump! Full thread update!
Thread: A World of Versus [Ms_Muffintops]

Sino could hear the sound of quiet conversation quickly transform into gossip. Women spoke with delighted tones, while men chuckled in the background. The black-haired male turned over and caught sight of a beautiful girl. Her lovely brunette hair flowed perfectly, with some strands hugging the front of her shoulders. Her blue gown was simple in comparison to the other nobles, yet somehow much more elegant. He could feel his cheeks begin to warm, and his limbs tingle slightly from the colder air. Yet when Sino caught himself gawking over the girl, he immediately peeled his eyes away and told himself, she's probably just another noble of the Niflheim Empire . He slipped his hands into his dress pants and walked towards a large painting hung against one of the walls which depicted Etro. Etro, the Goddess of Death, was worshipped regularly in Insomnia. Just behind the portrait was the ray of light being cast down from the night sky. The golden lights, shimmering in the sky, was always there. Sometimes, the light would speak to Sino if he looked at it long enough. ...Who are you? A voice called out to him. The male pursed his lips. No matter how many times he answered it, the voice would always ask him the same question. Rather than humor the voice, Sino turned his back to the ray of light. I could be asking you the same thing. He replied. The young prince spotted the same brunette beauty, who was garnering a small crowd around her. After a series of compliments, the girl immediately lashed back at the nobles with sarcasm. Why, who would wear a human being? What body part could even be used to make a wonderful dress such as hers? He smiled, just slightly, at her comment. She quickly dispelled the crowd and was headed in his direction. She looked frustrated. Sino stepped towards the brunette as she walked in his direction, before continuing to walk with her alongside the outer edge of the ball. You've got quite the tongue... Smart mouthing those nobles and all. Sino did his best to look barely interested by keeping his eye contact away from hers. His eyes gazed blankly at the glass walls. It's rare to find someone so bitter at a celebratory event. You're one of the Nox Fleuret kids, right? He turned his head over to her. Sino Lucis Caelum, Prince, and upcoming one-hundred fourteenth king of Lucis, at your humble service. He said in a playful tone, before bowing at her.