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Thread: Yuu's journal of ranting and absenteeism.

Summers finally here, which means I'm back for about three and a half months before its back to the tedium of college. Apologies to everyone I've kept hanging, I'll try to catch back up as fast as I can.
Thread: Yuu's journal of ranting and absenteeism.

So, rant time! A while back I had a bit of an encounter with another member PMing me with interest in one of my plots, but was put off by the fact it included Futa and stated If you're going to play futa, just play a male.... Now, I try to be a nice guy, I try to get along with others and even adapt my kinks to my partners, but if you're going to come onto an adult RP site and basically tell another person that their kinkborderline fetish is wrong and that they should instead do something similar but fundamentally different... I really can't think of a faster way for me to think of you as a complete jackass. Especially when that kink is a central part of the plot Girl grows penis, finds out she's part demon, and finds out the woman she had seen as a second mother was technically her genetic father and had one of those down there as well... Yeah 'just playing a guy' doesn't have the same emotional connotations. Furthermore, why would you go into a request thread with plenty of warning about this kink... And then PM the person to complain about it? That'd be like me going into a request thread looking for yaoi pairings and PMing the person saying Yeah, I don't particularly care for yaoi, could you do yuri instead? Something which I would never do because, well, its incredibly rude. I'm sorry if this all comes off a pretentious and me throwing a fit over something minor, which wasn't the intention. I simply felt the need to vent over this issue as it really rather bugged me. If you don't like how one plot looks, then don't go with it, look at any of the other options I have in my request thread or suggest something you want to do, rather than telling me what I SHOULD do with a plot.
Thread: Neon~Midnight

Anastasia Ivanov tapped the tip of her pen against her lips. Her appointment with Damien was in a moment. With her legs daintily crossed, she looked out of a wide window that took up the West wall of her office. The sun was setting, and the streaks of vivid colors reflected off the water below. Anastasia cracked a smile. When she was two, she lived in Russia with her parents and her two brothers in a large, Victorian home. Her father was high up in the government, a consult to the leaders, you could say. What everyone didn't know was that Anastasia's father was doing some dirty deals under the table for some illegal trades. After the population learned of Mr. Ivanov's dealings, he was 'politely' told to excuse himself from the country. He packed up his family and his injured ego and headed off to America. It took him a few years to become a bitter drunk, and it took him much shorter for his wife to leave him and take the kids. The only thing that Anastasia every really got from the whole ordeal was her father's Russian accent. Standing up, Anastasia straightened out her black dress before she pulled on her normal doctor's coat. Her hair, hanging down past her breasts, was a light chestnut color, and it was in flawless curls. She also adorned gorgeous, ice blue eyes. Everything about Anastasia was pretty, for that matter. Her body was perfectly curved, and she was slightly pale, but it suited the Russian beauty. Anastasia had always been interested in things obscure, and she liked to figure out how people worked, how they ticked. Psychology came easily to her, but she was bored with the 'normal' methods of therapy. She then began to study hypnotism as a use of therapy. It hooked, and, well, she used it to her advantage after that. Her patient now, however, was one of her many experiments. He was attached to her because of his his disorder, and she took advantage of that. The best part about it was that he liked it just as much as she did, and he wouldn't tell a soul. Even if he did, no one would believe him, though. Running her tongue over her lips, Anastasia walked down the hall and towards Damien's room. The closer she got to the room, the more she could hear him panicking and slamming himself against the wall. The noises were muffled, but she still heard his yelling. Quickening her step, she hurried to the door. Damien? she called to him after she'd slid her card into the opener and pushed it open. Damien, shh, calm down. She shut the door behind her and took a few steps into his padded room. Shhh... she purred.
Thread: Neon~Midnight

Damien was in the middle of his little panic attack when he heard the familiar sound of a card sliding in the door, the sound made him perk, his head rising a little when he heard the sound, his body straightening when he saw the door begin to open. When he saw that familiar beautiful face and the long curled hair, Adrian couldn't help but give way to his emotions and smile... she had heard him, she was there! From his bed Damien watched as the Russian beauty entered the room. Anastasia's voice filtered through the room, passing by Damien's ears, calming him greatly, all the emotional turmoil gone, all the voices faded away. She was hushing him, telling him to be calm, and that he did... even unconsciously the change happened, he wanted to be calm of course, but she made it that way. Damien stood from his sitting position, he was still a little dizzy from when he threw himself against the wall, so he misplaced himself and almost fell. Of course, he could fall all he wanted in the room, the floors were just as soft as the walls. Damien walked a couple steps towards Anastasia, looking over her with relieved eyes, it felt good just to be near her now... Damien would have embraced the doctor if his arms weren't bound, he was so happy to see her again. Thank you The male sounded humble, desperate. Last time they parted he had pleaded her not to leave, she had been gone far too long for his comfort. Damien didn't quite understand why the presence of his psychologist calmed him down so much, in his mind, she was the only person who cared about him, the only person who was gentle to him in the times he needed it. Damien had reached the point that he didn't care what kind of attention he received from the doctor, he still loved every moment of it. T-Thank you Damien closed his eyes and sighed, relieved, before walking back to his bed and sitting down on it. After a couple more seconds, Damien's heart-rate fell to a level that was normal and his breathing slowed down enough for him to focus... focusing was so hard nowadays when she wasn't with him. He calmed down quickly enough, before finally smiling up at her. I was scared... I could hear people whispering outside my room... they were mocking me, they wouldn't stop. Damien was unable to connect his degrading sanity with the doctor's visits, and he didn't much care. Thank you for coming to help me The young male repeated for a third time.
Thread: Neon~Midnight

By the way, I forgot to ask something... Anything you wanted me to add? Fun stuff? 3 Anastasia was more than aware that she was the cause for all of Damien's problems. If she wouldn't be messing with his mind like this, he might actually have a chance to heal. Damien would slowly become mentally stable, and he could be released. If it were up to Anastasia, Damien would never leave. He would stay with her, and she could stay in control of something. It was her perverse fantasy, after all, and he fit perfectly into it. All he thought about was her, and that was the way she intended to have it stay. She would stay his Mistress, and he would stay her adoring pet. It would be perfect. Who knows? Maybe, she'd even take him home with her for a 'more intense study' of him. He told her about the voiced he'd been hearing, and Anastasia put on a motherly face. Wrapping her arm around his shoulders, she led him over to the bed and eased him down onto it. She sat beside him. You are welcome, she purred, rubbing his back softly, back and forth. I understand. Just ignore them, Damien, she said. She stared into his eyes. Just listen to me. I'm here to help you. Just listen to me, she repeated.
Thread: Neon~Midnight

Kinkwise? Biggest fetish I can think of would be oral. XP Cross-dressing possibly, though since there isn't much public, might not have much affect. Again, I am also fond of pinning, roughness, petplay, but that is for later, right? If there is anything you would like to exploit I would be glad to oblige. Damien had not previously been so easy to manipulate, but now his mind was broken, or at least far more malleable, Anastasia could form or shape it in any way she really pleased, with great efficiency. The other staff thought that the trauma brought to surface other problems that Damien face. Anastasia lead Damien over to his bed and helped him sit down before sitting behind him. He was frightened, even though the presence of his psychologist eased the longing and the worries he had. As her hand rubbed over his back, Damien visibly cooled down, calming greatly and visibly from her attentions. The feeling of her hand on his back soothed him, made it easier to focus on his words and cut out the mocking voices from inside his head. Damien's eyes fluttered shut and he released a heavy sigh from his lips, relaxing finally. The muscles in his back were incredibly tense up to that point. The young male did what the woman told him to do, ignoring the murmuring he heard, ignoring those sounds and focusing solely on her voice. Alright He said, taking a deep breath, shutting out all the outside distractions and focusing on her entirely. Adrian was clearly struggling with his emotions, the turmoil was present on his face, in the way his hands shook, the way his eyes fought tearing up. Damien buried his face in his hands and leaned a bit into the woman, he wasn't trying to be intimate, he just needed to be close, he needed to be comforted by her, she made him feel safe.
Thread: â searching! (yaoi&het)

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Thread: â searching! (yaoi&het)

Hmm...a few of these seem like fun. Although, out of curiosity, what definition of thrall are you using in the lycan x thrall paring?
Thread: â searching! (yaoi&het)

When I refer to a thrall I generally mean a freshly turned lycan, someone that is just starting to undergo the changes. AKA, sudden extreme illness, massive change in appetite, soreness, heightened sex drive, etc. listulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: â searching! (yaoi&het)

Okay, awesome. That was the same definition I had, but I've had people tell me that it didn't relate to lycans, but to vampires or something along those lines.
Thread: â searching! (yaoi&het)

Don't listen to those people D Thralls refer to lycans, fledglings refer to vampires. listulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: â searching! (yaoi&het)

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Thread: â searching! (yaoi&het)

Thrall also can refer to a vampire's slave human or vampire, or just a slave in general. If you look at Warcraft 3 and on, that's why the Orc Chieftan was named Thrall by the humans. So they're not WRONG, they're just using a different definition than you. Just like I do. For me, and everyone I know, newly-turned Lycans are called Pups or Whelps. New Vampires are still fledglings, though. As for the actual roleplay, I'm afraid I'm not interested in plot-based things on this website at all. 3 I have Gaia and friends for those, so I'm admittedly only on here for a quick smut-based RP. Best of luck, though!
Thread: â searching! (yaoi&het)

Don't you start schooling me on Warcraft, dear. xD I know my Warcraft shit. Straight up. - flex - Ehhh, that's understandable. I don't like Gaia anymore. I have some good partners from there but I roleplay through email with them now. Unfortunately, it's difficult for me to do anything based purely on smut. Sex too fast ruins everything for me. D I'm such a baby. listulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: â searching! (yaoi&het)

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Thread: â searching! (yaoi&het)

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Thread: â searching! (yaoi&het)

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Thread: â searching! (yaoi&het)

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Thread: â searching! (yaoi&het)

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Thread: Girl's just want to have fun (Karthanian and LataPaine)

Pressing her lips hard against the other female, Amy Stone could feel her body flashing with pleasure. Their warm soft lips pressing against each other as Amy began to deepen the kiss, putting more passion into it as her arms wrapped round the girl in front of her, one reaching to hold the girls back and the other gently sliding down the small of the girl's back to her ass. Amy herself had no idea who this girl was. She had noticed her a few days ago walking down the hall and she immediately decided she wanted her. The girl made her tingle with lust on the inside, a warm fire burning within her loins. It only took a couple of days for her to decide to make her move. It wasn't even careful planning. Amy had been minding her own business perving on the girls walking up and down the corridor when she saw her again. Admittedly she hadn't seen her face, on the day of the kiss... that warm, gentle kiss... But she couldn't mistake that walk, that wiggle of hips, and my god, Amy loved that girl's butt. Walking over, Amy only had to shout a quick HEY!!!! for most heads to turn in front of her, looking her way. It only took another four seconds for her to reach the girl but as she did she placed her hands on the girls waist and leaned in to press their lips together. Everything was stopped all too soon, hell, Amy hadn't even been given the chance to give her ass a proper squeeze as she felt two hands forcibly push her away. This happened all too often in Amy's life but that didn't stop her from doing it over and over again. What the hell are you doing you freak?! The girl shouted at her, wiping her hand across her mouth as it that would take the taste away at all. Haven't you heard of kissing? Amy asked, before murmuring under her breath. 'Cos if you had you might have kissed back... Crazy lesbian bitch! No-one wants to kiss you, let alone a girl kiss you! Freak! The girl exclaimed as she turned and stormed off. Well you can't even kiss! Amy shouted back as everyone around stared for just a second longer before everything turned back to normal. Amy wasn't like most girls in school, in fact Amy hadn't found another single lesbian at the school at all. This hadn't bothered Amy at all until now. She was bored of the rejection, the abuse. All she wanted was someone to play with, to have some fun with, to flaunt to all these losers at school. Was that really too much to ask. Without even thinking, Amy ran a hand through her purple hair, flicking the fringe to the side as her tongue run along her lips, still able to taste the girl upon them even if she didn't know her name. Sighing, she walked back to her locker, smiling a little as her eyes darted to and fro, searching for another girl.
Thread: Girl's just want to have fun (Karthanian and LataPaine)

Johna Shuchipure is currently walking down the hallway. It's like every other morning at her school, but something appears to be happening in the middle of the hallway. She can see many of the students looking in one direction and soon sees a young woman kissing another female. She doesn't really understand what is going on and feels a little annoyed since the students have stopped walking and are now just standing around and watching the females making out in the middle of the hallway. After less than a minute, she suddenly hears the attacked female yelling at the woman with purple hair before running off. She doesn't really know what was going on, but it looked like a lovers spat or something. With the show over, the students start moving again and soon begin to thin out. She doesn't show any interest in what had happened since she isn't a lesbian either. Class is about to start, but she doesn't really care since she needs to use the bathroom right now. The dates she has been on have been disappointments after disappointments. She just doesn't want to think about anything that even resembles a couple having fun. She walks passed the purple haired female and heads straight for the bathroom, ignoring her completely and soon walking through the bathroom door. She sighs as she walks over to the sink, bending over slightly at the waist as she turns on the water and splashes a little onto her face, trying to cool off her head since she is suffering from a head-ache from the annoyances she had to deal with.
Thread: Girl's just want to have fun (Karthanian and LataPaine)

Sighing heavily, Amy just watches the world move by around her. With classes starting any second, her eyes follow her fellow students as she watches them all slowly file themselves into their next classes. Boring! The lot of them! she wonders to herself as she slammed her locker shut, turning to prepare for yet another boring day of school work. At her turning, Amy noticed a stunning girl walk past. Smiling, Amy gave her a brief look up-and-down. Short skirt, brunette, even cute little purple ribbons in her hair. Trying not to squeal with delight, Amy couldn't help but smile as the female walked into a bathroom. Oh this is just perfect! What fun we can have! Amy thought, turning to follow the girl's footsteps into the female toilets. Walking through the door, Amy notices the girl splashing water on her face, a devious smile quickly flicking across her face before it turned into a more warm and loving one. You know... Water doesn't suit your face very well... Amy piped up, trying not to stare at the girl too much. She was pretty, yes, very pretty and Amy had plans for this girl. Walking over, Amy brushed a few drops of water from the girl's face. You have such a pretty face, why don't you flaunt it a little more? Smiling, Amy took a step back, making a show of looking the girl over. And a pretty figure too... You must be a hit with all the boys! Feigning shock, Amy extended her hand. I'm sorry. How rude of me. I'm Amy.
Thread: The Great Serpent (M2) Dreamie~Middie

The naga's useless whining went through one ear and directly out the other. As he finally yielded to her kindness she took to the floor on strong knees and gently braced the naga's coils with a clammy palm. If we have time, she uttered absentmindedly. Ammon realized their supplies were not plentiful nor was their currency she may have to skulk around the city where shadows loomed to collect what they could. However, Irvine knew a weaponsmith in the slums whose skill was both unrefined and undermined. There had been several instances where Irvine saved the man's life. If anything, forging a simple broadsword of offering one up free of charge would quite literally be the least he could do. Ammon let her skilled digits venture down the naga's immaculate sunny scales until she found the anomaly. It was a decent sized wound and she could tell how it would have hindered him. Specs of sand and dirt clung to the caked blood where the wound began to heal. She grew back to her feet and began untying her sullied white shawl from around her neck and neatly laid it on one of the cots provided for them. Her starless black mane spilled from the material, draping her exotic face and shoulders in an appealing fashion. Next to go was her robes which shielded her flesh from the damaging rays of the sun. Underneath the bulk and apparel Ammon had a real woman's body. She had a healthy, curvaceous frame, one that aided her well in battle as she was not so easily subdued by an enemy. She found her satchel and trekked over to a ledge where a pail of clean water was already placed. She dipped the corner of a tiny cotton cloth into it then returned to her original position which was at the foot of 'Raan's coils. She did her job quickly and silently, cleaning the wound and slathering it with a painkilling ointment then sealing it with a bandage which would protect it from anything that would stop it from healing properly. She was very gentle with the enormous desert serpent though admittedly enthralled by the sensation of his flexible scales. You need to tell me about these things before they escalate into something worse, like an infection.listulistu
Thread: The Great Serpent (M2) Dreamie~Middie

No, 'Raan. That's not what I meant ... I. I, uh ... apologize for my indecisiveness. She had fetched her satchel in the meantime, rummaging through its contents and listing the supplies they had. In the morning she would have to search for more medical supplies. This would be a hindrance, but if one of their party members were to become mortally wounded a simple painkilling agent would mean the difference between life and death. With her back to the grand desert naga she began to hear the wood sing a painful song and cry out in protest as the serpent's coils wound upon it. She leered discreetly over her shoulder, glanced at the naga for an instant then collected her satchel and gently seated herself aside him. She felt the smooth, almost hawkish sensation of his coils against her bare flesh, a feeling that she found foreign at first but slowly grew to be inviting. Concerning his weapon, however, she would certainly speak to the blacksmith about commissioning a weapon for 'Raan. The mere sight of a live naga - a desert one no less - may inspire him to do so for free without pay. Her own weapon was a grand one, something rare and unseen of in the desert. It sat against the all near the heart deflecting the flame like a broadsided mirror. A machete. Its underside was beaten and worn, teeth carved from the material, though the blade itself depicted an unaverage shade for a sword - bronze. It was somewhat drab but still adorned a slight kaleidoscopic sparkle to it. Of course. If ever you have wounds which need attention, don't hesitate to talk to me. The amazonian woman rested brazenly against the serpent's coils. She was admittedly soothed by their softness and the fashion in which they folded around her frame was rather pleasant. I will, 'Raan. But I wanted to talk to you first. About ... well. How did you get away from the slave drivers? It may have not seemed so, but I worried about you when I left. I know desert naga are renown for their sexual superiority and abused by wealthy women. I didn't want that for you ... not that mindless emotion, anyhow. listulistu