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Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

I fell silent as your words seemed more and more nervous. I was trying to analyze the expression in your face to garner whether you actually wanted to, or were just telling me you did. Were you ready? Could you handle the transfer of memories? Would they upset you, or benefit you? I felt like they would, and had we not had the last conversation, I would have never offered. But I felt it. I felt the need to know, and I wanted to give you that back even if just in pieces. Pulling myself from you, I straightened my back to look at you. I looked around the crate, mostly empty in order to clear my thoughts. My head started to bob slightly as I nodded - bracing myself for the next couple minutes. Lie down. My eyes returned to you before tugging on your arm, prompting you to move onto your back. Here. I helped you onto the floor, while folding my legs to the side. Lie your head here. Cupping the back of your head gently, I motioned it onto my lap. Creating a somewhat romantic setting , I looked down at you and gave a warm smile. Good. Now just relax. Reaching over, I grabbed onto the flashlight. Click. Black. Darkness. Close your eyes. Listen only to the sound of my voice. I lightly combed my delicate fingers through your long hair. Breathe in. Breathe out. Let your mind be still. I came to rest my fingers on either side of your head. Breathe. I reminded. Closing my own eyes, I took a deep breath. I established a connection instantly, where there was a sense of lingering calmness. It was a surreal place to be. Though there was no visual imagery just yet, there was the sound of a calm wind, running water like a waterfall, and the sound of children laughing gleefully. Be not afraid. My voice echoed, almost like a song. I spoke more spirtually, almost as if I was a spirit, not a human being. For when I looked into the heart of Captain America, I saw not a monster, but a man. Plunging deeper into my subconscious, visuals began to appear as my voice turned into a poem. You were always proud with kind eyes. Patient , even when you wanted to cry. Always capable of making Steve smile . You shared laughs you always tried. With your undying loyalty by his side, His best friend , to the end of the line . You were determined his number one fan . Ready to fight, until your ultimate end . From Bucky , to the Winter Soldier . Your heart grew only colder. Reprogrammed and stripped of your mind, HYDRA transformed you into a crime. From human to bionic . From strong, to incredible . From ordinary to extraordinary . The pain grew only stronger. The pain kept lasting longer. There was a moment of silence - a moment that brought you out of the memories, and back into calmness. I took a second of stillness before opening my eyes. Slowly slipping my hands from your face... It was done, but this story wasn't over.
Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

My heart filling with the utmost pain, I felt the need to return to old ways more than you knew. Yes! I spat out, practically hawking back the urge to cry as you expressed such concern for losing that side of you. It's never too late! I grabbed your hand back in mine, this time with more urgency, like I was trying to get a message across. It's never too late for a second chance. Your time is now. As you continued to speak, on and on almost like a rampage, I realized you were becoming flustered and overwhelmed. Stop, stop! I hushed you, fitting the palm of my hand to the side of you face. I forced your head to the side, Look at me. I demanded with sincerity. Those emotions serve a purpose - as proof that you are not a monster, not a machine. That you are human. That you are still you. I let my hand slip down from your cheek to your neck. I held it in the crook of your neck, this time more gently as I spoke to you. The man you were back in 1945 is not lost. He's not gone. He's just outdated. Pausing, I gave a reassuring smile, rubbing my thumb over your lips momentarily. My voice falling almost to a whisper, He's just... Evolved . There was a sense of warmth in my soft expression. Fighting the urge to kiss you, I let my hand fall from your neck and took my attention away from your face. My eyes trailed down and I looked alway. Listening to you rapidly change the subject from you back onto me, I became visibly upset. What makes me happy? I snapped, my head flinging from its previous downward position to an alert, propped and predatory stance. I suddenly slammed my hands into your chest, pushing you away from me. My smile quickly melted into a frown. Don't you see!? See it in yourself? This. THIS! I shouted, grabbing the rim of your coat and shaking you. You are absolutely selfless! More concerned in the well being of others than you are in yourself! I stopped shaking you, having only done it a couple of times, more for theatrical purposes. I was angry, not at you, but more at the fact you couldn't even see you. You're searching for Bucky... This is him. Bucky is right here! And I'm looking right at him.
Thread: Consistent theme: sub female seeking stories.

RE Story and smut, submission and sex please. Bump and grind!
Thread: Consistent theme: sub female seeking stories.

RE Story and smut, submission and sex please. Mind if I join?
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RE Story and smut, submission and sex please. PM Convo in progress. Any more..... takers?
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RE Story and smut, submission and sex please. Updated - a few more scenarios and fundamentally, it's important thatyou know that my notion is a sub of some kind - come take her......
Thread: Consistent theme: sub female seeking stories.

RE Story and smut, submission and sex please. Updated.
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Apologies to those i'm writing with - i've had a really unpleasant chest infection. i believe that i am up to date - if i've missed anyone - please let me know!
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updated! Please, is there anyone out there who would like to own my very sub pc?
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updated. i have tried to reflect what i am allowed not allowed to do here.
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Thread: seeking fun rps, F for M mostly

I would be interested in a Pokemon or Skyrim RP if you have some ideas in mind
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bumping
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still seeking RPs, mostly LoL themed, can play Sona, Soraka, Nidalee, Ahri, Janna, Katarina, Diana, or maybe Nami. Code LyokoSAOabinogi sort of online VR RP Pokemon HxP, PxP, or HxH Skyrim with my female khajiit char star Wars
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bump, still looking 3
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want smutty rps, or gamey rps?
Thread: seeking fun rps, F for M mostly

bump still looking 3 no changes in ideas at the moment.
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added plots and ideas, still looking, may update the post if i think of more RPs but im pretty open to any idea even ones not listed just check my F-list or Ask me via PM 3
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New idea Five night at Fred-rape
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still looking 3
Thread: seeking fun rps, F for M mostly

always looking...never sleeps lol
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Thread: seeking fun rps, F for M mostly

Dude, Your profile says you are Male and Females are supposed to post here. You are in the wrong section.
Thread: seeking fun rps, F for M mostly

Zeth said Dude, Your profile says you are Male and Females are supposed to post here. You are in the wrong section. Click to expand... He's right...
Thread: seeking fun rps, F for M mostly

zero5906 said Zeth said Dude, Your profile says you are Male and Females are supposed to post here. You are in the wrong section. Click to expand... He's right... Click to expand... Private roleplay request threads by females or at least female personae, whether they are looking for men, women, hermaphrodites or the color out of space. ALL FEMALE REQUESTS ARE INDEPENDENT OF YOUR ACTUAL GENDER! IT IS BASED ON WRITING PERSONA! Directly from the 'Roleplaying Requests by Females' info block on main page. This is for people looking to PLAY a female, not for exclusively IRL Females. Likewise the RRBM is for Male characters, not IRL males.
Thread: seeking fun rps, F for M mostly

Still looking around, maybe a MC RP, with mods that is haha modded MC is best way to play 3
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bump 3
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Still looking?
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Looking for A Bloodborne RP!
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really looking for bloodborne RP 3
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Hey hey looking for a good story RP 3
Thread: seeking fun rps, F for M mostly

Hmm, well if you're still interested in working out some role-plays in this area---I'd be interested in either the Skyrim, Naruto, or Fallout settings. If there is one you are in a particular mood for just let me know and we can delve and work things out on it more together.
Thread: Fallen Wrong (SelenaFF x Raivh)

Cassie walked into work, and sighed as she punched in. Yesterday had not been her day. She hadn't gotten a single tip, and a customer had yelled at her for getting the order wrong. She decided today would be different. Or at least she hoped so. She tried to think positive as much as she could. Looking over at the clock, she decided to sit down and wait until the diner actually opened. And so, an hour later, the place was packed, and Cassie was bustling about the tables, taking orders, filling glasses, and topping off coffee.
Thread: Fallen Wrong (SelenaFF x Raivh)

Sleep was new to Elliot. It hadnt taken him long to figure out where to sleep. In fact, that part was the easy part. It was the schedule that he found difficult. When the alarm clock at his bedside started blaring, he flailed, frantically trying to kick the sheets and comforter away. In the process, he managed to knock the miserable device off the table. With a low groan, he balled up the sheets and tossed them back onto the bed. How strange it was to sleep on ones back. It made his spine and lower neck ache. Dark circles surrounded his brilliant blue eyes, which stared down at the now silent alarm clock. Bending over, he picked it up and checked the time. His eyes shot wide open, and his eyebrows jumped on his forehead. Shed already left for work, and he was late. So very late. Running a hand through his short blonde hair, he sighed and looked around his meager surroundings. In the studio apartment, there was his bed, a small kitchen, a little round table with one chair, and a pile of clothes heaped in one corner of the room, just outside of the bathroom. Wandering over to it, he picked up a shirt and grimaced. He didnt know how mortal men lived like this. To him, the stench was awful. Still, he pulled it on over his head, giving a gentle tug when it snagged on his nose. Then, he found a pair of jeans and pulled those on as well. Out on the city streets, he observed the environment with caution. No one seemed to mind the smell of his clothing like he did, so perhaps it wasnt as bad as he thought. After all, his senses were much more acute than those of the mortals rushing past him, occasionally buffeting him with a shoulder or bag. There were so many sounds in the city that it hurt his ears and head, but he ignored them, having been told that hed eventually grow accustomed to everything. When he reached the diner, his nose was met with an array of aromas. The one scent he found most appealing was from a substance that usually ebbed his headache and cured him of his fatigue. When he opened the door, he found his usual spot near the window. It was nice to be by the sunlight, and he could see her better as she rushed around, catering to the demanding lot of folks that came in and out of the diner in one day. Today, she seemed particularly busy, and he sensed a lull in her mood. That lull made him uncomfortable for a variety of reasons.
Thread: Fallen Wrong (SelenaFF x Raivh)

Cassie moved back and forth between the tables, the never ending stream of orders keeping her busy. She stopped to take a breather, her long, dark auburn hair falling in front of her face as she bent down. But she couldn't stop for long, because she knew the customers we waiting. Navigating back to the kitchen, she picked up as many of the orders as she could carry, and quickly sped along to each of the tables to which the plates were meant to go. Heading back to the kitchen, she saw him again. Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't know who he was, but boy was he cute. He always came to the diner, had a cup of coffee, tipped well. But she knew he was different from other guys. He just had that air about him, as if he was incapable of doing wrong. And so, when it came time to bring him his coffee, she finally decided it was the day, the day she'd finally do it. Scribbling the number onto a piece of paper, she then took a piece of gum, popped it in her mouth and chewed. After it was sticky enough, she used it to stick the folded piece of paper to the cup. She looked over at him, took a deep breath, and walked over. Here's your coffee, sir, she said, and briskly walked away. Her heart was pounding as she walked out of his view, hoping it would go well.
Thread: Fallen Wrong (SelenaFF x Raivh)

There were a lot of thoughts racing through Elliot's mind as he watched the people race back and forth outside and Cassie in the reflection. When a Guardian came to Earth, there were so many rules that were to be followed without question. Technically, one of those rules was not to contact with the watched mortal. Contact sometimes led to other things, and those other things were usually not good. Typically, contact initiated a relationship, and relationships were not permitted, platonic or otherwise. Especially not otherwise. Lost in his subconscious, Elliot hadn't heard or sensed her approaching. When she placed a hot cup of coffee on his table, he froze, eyes glued to the window. His heart seemed to stop beating when she spoke, resuming only when he heard her footsteps receding. Without looking, he reached for the coffee she'd brought him. His fingers curled around the paperboard cup, the warmth of its contents seeping into his skin. At first, he didn't notice the piece of paper stuck to the side. It wasn't until he went to put it down that he realized there was something different about his cup. Something different and sticky. He frowned. His focus shifted, and he finally pried his eyes from the window to look down at the sticky strings of melting gum hanging from his fingers. Between the heat and the moisture collected in the gum, the paper had gotten wet, thinned, and torn a little. As he studied the gooey substance, he noticed that there was writing surrounding it. Some of it had been cut off, but it was evident to him that it was a number. Suddenly, his mind began to race. What was the purpose of those numbers again? There were so many uses for numbers, but none of them really made much sense to him. Then, without thinking, he opened his mouth and called out for her, Excuse me, miss, he said, avoiding using her name, There seems to be something sticky on my cup, and this napkin dispenser is empty.
Thread: The Cursebreaker

A heavy sigh escaped the Cursebreaker, it had been a rough night with little to no rest. And what little rest he did get had been on top of Banter, his trusted steed. These men, these brigands, they outnumbered him, sure. And while Bolivar was confident in his ability on a normal day, today had not been that. The spells and incantations Maddalyn had used to prolong their time together had worn on him. Taking out these brigands would be of little issue, but was it worth it? In a gruff, grizzled voice Bolivar responded Why don't you all just scurry on back into the woods from whence you came, save me the trouble of having to get off my horse and kill you. He had invested, and partly been rewarded, with equipment that would hide his true self, hide just how dangerous he was. It had been a blessing and a curse. It allowed him to blend in better, to seem weak and unprotected. It allowed him to be a Viper among men, allow him to spring to action with the deadly precision of years of training. But it also provoked situations like this, brigands and bandits who saw easy prey. Bolivar prepared himself, he had every intention of fighting these brigands but would rather not, he'd much rather go back to sleep again. Though should they move to attack, he would be ready.
Thread: The Cursebreaker

The leader of the deserters turned highwaymen, Ghord presumably, sneered at Bolivar's threat. He looked pointedly at Bolivar's hips and shoulders, where no weapons could be seen. Aye? And how will ya do that? With the edge of yer tongue? His smirk faded to an ill-tempered glare, and he spat on the worn, muddy cobbles of the highway. I'll give ya a five-count to give us your gold, mate. After that, we'll take it and you blood. He held up his hand, palm splayed towards Bolivar and began counting down on his meaty fingers. Five... four... The two men with crossbows hoisted them to their shoulders, aiming at Bolivar from the flanks. The older man, using his pike as a walking stick lowered himself to ground level, putting the side of his head to the road so he could peer at Bolivar's hooves. The horseshows of the zephyr created a cushion of air several inches thick that allowd the horse to walk without trace, over near any surface, and the brigand stared into that gap apprehensively. 'Orse is definitely floatin', Ghord. This 'un might be a wizard, he muttered, and a few of the other brigands looked down worried as well. OOC Intimidate 12 vs. Will save 6. Enough to demoralise them, not enough to scare them off. The brigand will be shaken for a couple of rounds when combat starts. Ghord is standing about 5'-10' away, the rest of the brigands are scattered around 30'-40'.
Thread: The Cursebreaker

Bolivar sighed, it was far too early in the morning to be killing idiots, but, these idiots had brought it upon themselves. Leaning forward, Bolivar whispered a few quiet words to Banter before he looked to the group again Alright, let me get off my horse then. he needed room to fight and his swords were far too large to be used on horseback. Slowly, he raises his arms into the air, as if to signal that he surrenders. Of course, it was only to get a hand closer to the handle of one of his swords. A handle he gripped tightly as Bolivar moved to jump from the horse, drawing his massive zweihander mid-air. He had to get ready for combat, and judging from the count the crossbowmen were doing, he was running low on time to act. If possible, and if time allowed it, Bolivar would use the reach, surprise and strength to try and cleave Ghord, the closest Brigand in two. OOC Acrobatics Roll, if needed See more Roll1d204 10,4 Total14 Click to expand... Attack roll, if needed See more Roll1d205 17,5 Total22 Roll1d2010 16,10 Total26 Click to expand... Damage roll, if needed See more Roll2d63 5,2,3 Total10 Roll2d63 4,4,3 Total11 Click to expand...
Thread: The Cursebreaker

Ghord grinned in greedy triumph as Bolivar appeared to make to dismount then gaped in surprise as he kicked up from the stirrups and vaulted through the air. The hair-triggered crossbowmen snapped off their shots one bolt flying too high, the other grazing the meat of his bicep below the sleeve of his mail shirt. The air shimmered as Heartseeker became visible, near enough six foot of razory adamantium-steel appearing from its invisible sheathe. The blade yearned towards Ghord, almost pulling Bolivar's hands with it, drawn to his panicked heartbeat. With a meaty schunck of meat and bone he hacked through the deserter's shoulder and ribs, a spray of gore erupting as the blade went nearly from right shoulder to left hip. Ghord's carcass was thrown to the ground and Bolivar had to place a boot on his chest to wrench Heartseeker free with w agrunt off effort bringing it around in time to impale another of the brigands as he charged. The rest advanced in a yelling, confused, angry mob, forgetting whatever military discipline they may have had, jabbing at him with pikes and swinging clubs. Luckily, there were enough that they got in each other's way and could not all attack at once, and Banters whinnying and kicking kept one side clear as the brigands gave the horse a wide berth. A few blows deflected off his disguised mail with metallic clinks rather than the sound of cloth to the attacker's surprise, but as they flanked him a couple were able to lay into his back as he was distracted parrying and warding off the ones in front of him. Bolivar felt gashes and bruises forming as heavy cudgels pounded at his spine. OOC Bolivar takes 6 damage from a light crossbow crit, and 10 damage from flank sneak attacks from the brigands surrounding him. HP 4760.
Thread: The Cursebreaker

A groan through gritted teeth escaped Bolivar as he felt the bolt dig itself deep into his bicep, this morning was quickly turning from bad to worse. Though he was confident that these Brigands would prove nothing more than a painful speedbump on his journey. Wielding Heartseeker in a tight grip, Bolivar prepared himself to cleave another two brigands in two. He had been too busy leaving Koldwell quickly that morning, that he had not had a chance to prepare his potions in advance. He would have to rely on his physical prowess to get out of this one and see to his wounds later. OOC First Attack See more Roll1d2010 14,10 Total24 First Damage See more Roll2d63 4,5,3 Total12 Second Attack See more Roll1d2010 10,10 Total20 Second Damage See more Roll2d63 4,1,3 Total8 Click to expand...
Thread: The Cursebreaker

Bolivar whirled, bringing the zweihander around in a decisive arc. He swept left, severing an arm at the elbow he counter-swung right, etching a deep red line into a brigand's belly he used the momentum to follow through, face-checking a third man with the weapon's hilt. The remaining brigands staggered back, avoiding the length of enchanted steel, and the grizzled older man spat as he raised the haft of his pike defensively. Ghord! Elgan! Damn it! Rut this for a laugh. This 'un's no babe in the woods. Pull back! It was more of a rout than a retreat, though. The brigands tossed their weapons aside in the effort to flee more quickly, though one man seemed to retain enough espirit de corps to grab his dismembered friend, the screaming man with the missing forearm, and drag him towards the cover of the woods. Banter reared up, lashing the air with his hooves and whinnying in triumph as the thugs fled.