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Thread: looking for illiterate nonRPer to waist time plotting and suddenly disappear

Panoptipal said I had a good laugh out of this. Ah, the internet is awful sometimes... Click to expand... I would imagine, this was hilarious.
Thread: looking for illiterate nonRPer to waist time plotting and suddenly disappear

But do you do ocxcanon of the really popular TV show with the guys and the people and the tight shirts and the paranormal activity? You know, the one with the vampire supernatural diaries of thrones?
Thread: looking for illiterate nonRPer to waist time plotting and suddenly disappear

No wait. I'll pm you with wanna rp? And leave you to fill in all of the blanks and when I do get back with you, I'll hate the idea and not make any suggestions to make me like it at all. Sounds like a good plan! I'll get on that pm, tomorrow. Maybe. I adore this in so many ways
Thread: looking for illiterate nonRPer to waist time plotting and suddenly disappear

I don't get it -
Thread: looking for illiterate nonRPer to waist time plotting and suddenly disappear

this thread should however be moved given that its not really a request threat at this point.
Thread: looking for illiterate nonRPer to waist time plotting and suddenly disappear

Don't mean to create an admin headache, but I don't know how to move a thread if there is an expectation of that. But thanks for everyone's responses.
Thread: looking for illiterate nonRPer to waist time plotting and suddenly disappear

This should be left as a guide and a laugh, request or not it brightened my mood. Wish the title was a little more serious, just to catch me off guard
Thread: looking for illiterate nonRPer to waist time plotting and suddenly disappear

I got one hell of a laugh when my sister linked this! xDDD Fucking hilarious man! xDDD
Thread: looking for illiterate nonRPer to waist time plotting and suddenly disappear

Well done, my friend, this made me laugh quite nicely. A perfect way to let the stress out after a final exam!
Thread: looking for illiterate nonRPer to waist time plotting and suddenly disappear

Sent you a pm. Open only if you intend to reject me without replying.
Thread: looking for illiterate nonRPer to waist time plotting and suddenly disappear

Verse said Sent you a pm. Open only if you intend to reject me without replying. Click to expand... I would never ever blow you off. I promise to always keep that special unopened PM from you in my inbox untouched forever and ever.
Thread: looking for illiterate nonRPer to waist time plotting and suddenly disappear

What if we started a roleplay where we all roleplayed as terrible illiterate roleplayers. When everyone is trolls no one will be And today is the day I became a supervillain
Thread: looking for illiterate nonRPer to waist time plotting and suddenly disappear

intrepidabigail said Verse said Sent you a pm. Open only if you intend to reject me without replying. Click to expand... I would never ever blow you off. I promise to always keep that special unopened PM from you in my inbox untouched forever and ever. Click to expand... Delicious virgin PM. I wish to partake in all of the kinks that you specifically listed as NOT HAPPENING. I will pester you everyday I see you, passive-aggressively trying to get you into toilet play, feet, or cub-fur that's a thing, isn't it?. Also, I will send you explicit pictures of myself in my lab. ...rador.
Thread: looking for illiterate nonRPer to waist time plotting and suddenly disappear

P.S. On a serious note, I'd like to start RPing again. It's been a while so send me a PM. No non-con or incest or scat.
Thread: looking for illiterate nonRPer to waist time plotting and suddenly disappear

Here's a free bump, for such an original thread. PS - I've PM'd you.
Thread: looking for illiterate nonRPer to waist time plotting and suddenly disappear

Yeah I will bump.
Thread: The Last Atlantean (kaybee & ink)

Prologue - The Sunken Kingdom. The blustering waves had died away but the air still was heavy with soot and ashes that veiled sun and moon alike. Flotsam and corpses were washed up the craggy coast, day after day, and the scavengers feasted on them - human and beast alike. Only few shed tears for the men and women of Atlantis who had been dragged to the ground of the sea by the Sunken, the old rulers of the depth. Dragged down with their entire, glorious island kingdom by the very creatures whose idols they had worshiped. Ripped from the face of the earth to serve their abhorrent, squid-faced god and his fish-like spawn down in the abyss until the day the waves would die and the sea turned red. But hardly a men shed a tear for Atlantis for they had been viewed with envy and loathing by many. The envy and loathing with witch inferior creatures used to look upon a superior race. And superior the Atlanteans had been to their fellow men. Strong in will and fair in appearance they had been sly politicians and shrewd merchants, gifted artists and wise scholars, brave warriors and daring sailors. They had been famous for their conquests and exploits and feared and respected by even the most powerful nations of the known world. The virtue of the Atlanteans and their culture had been a beacon of light in a age of darkness but the light had been extinguished in a cataclysm of molten stone and quaking ground. No pious prayers, no great sacrifices and no curses had helped the the day when the Sunken had decided to sink Atlantis. A maelstorm now raged where the waves had devoured mountainous island like the scornful laughter of the gods who had been defied by the Atlanteans. The last bulwark of light had fallen in less than a day, sunk without trace, and left only corpses and flotsam and a feeling of gree behind in whoever heard the tidings. People felt little sympathy for the dead. Men, women, children - even the sheep they sent to their dank graves in filthy songs sung in the gloomy taverns all over the archaic ports. Soon those songs would be bawled out farther inland. Soon the city states subjugated and protected by the basileios of Atlantis would revolt or be sacked by all those who had been casting a covetous eye on the treasures of those favored by the island kingdom. The demise of every last of the Atlanteans was celebrated with ale, whores and meat where ever the tale was told but as soon as last corpse was devoured by the carrion feeders and the last flotsam was looted and put to gold people would begin to forget about Atlantis's terrible fate for kingdoms rose and fell, not matter who glorious or corrupt, how beloved or despised. Fate had decided to wipe Atlantis and her people from the face of earth... But often fate smiles her wicked smile for those who have lost everything and sends them even more peril. This is the story of Arys Tenebrim, the last of the Atlantean.
Thread: The Last Atlantean (kaybee & ink)

The weight of a sword was one that she would never have thought she would be used to and yet it had become a comfort to feel the heft of steel hang at her hip. The sound of the wilderness around her, the smell of the clean air, fresh from the forest. Before the fall of her nation, the desparate flight and the slow realization over the past years that she alone of her people remained alive Arys would have thought all these familiarities mad but in looking back at those times a sword suddenly didn't seem nearly so strange. Not compared to what she had been through, learning to fight, learning to survive outside of the city she had grown up in. The warrior sighed wistfully as she recalled those happier days before shaking her head. The forest was alive with the sounds of nature but there was no reason for her to drop her guard. At first she had let herself wander without thought and she had been ambushed by bandits for her trouble, luck alone saving her from death or worse at their hands. She had taught herself to be constantly vigilant, to look upon everyone with suspicion, on the trail, in the village. Sometimes it seemed as though fate had made it's mission to torment her for escaping alone from Atlantis, for choosing to live on and make her ancestors proud rather than die as the rest of her kin had done. The village cannot be far now Arys thought, picking up the pace. Within the village she could relax somewhat, she possessed a few coins to exchange for a room and should that fail then she could always see to whatever problems they could have her deal with as an alternate exchange. Wandering monsters and beasts were a constant problem to small settlements such as these and something could often be won by slaying them after all.
Thread: The Last Atlantean (kaybee & ink)

Chop! The brazen blade of his ax split the huge log in half as if it had been nothing more than a ripe pumpkin. Chop! The blade came down on another log and sent its parts flying on the soft forest floor that was already covered with billet of woods. Chop! The sounds of the man's work echoed from the surrounding trees startling birds and wildlife alike. He was naked safe from a pair of for boots and some kind of leather apron, wrapped around his loins. Huge muscles worked beneath ebon skin that was glistening from the sweat of a hard day's work in the rays of sun which fell through the lush, green canopy. The long, felted hair was bound to a pony tail at the back of the man's neck, his face was covered by a short beard. Chop! Every strike of the ax was accompanied by deep grunt. Chop! The pile of firewood became higher and higher. Chop! He came to this place, a few miles away from the village, every morning. One day he cut fire wood, the other day he'd bring down some of the big trees for those who needed wood to build housing or crude furniture. The gigantic, dark-skinned man loved this place. Aside from the birds' ruckus, the song of his ax and his occasional whistle the woods were a place of piece and quietness. He appreciated that. Chop! Every once in a while a stray beast would find his solitary place in the woods but they always ran or ended like the bulky bear some steps away - with a skull split like the logs. Iumbi tried not to think about the short, intense fight. Bloodshed, as well as hard work, always stirred the man's own blood and there was nobody in miles he could impale on the spear, awakening beneath his apron. As so often before he would have to make use of his hands and shed his hot seed on the forest floor. Mother Gaia always graciously accepted his cum like a hungry whore. Sadly, she wasn't half as loud or warm...
Thread: The Last Atlantean (kaybee & ink)

The dull sound of steel meeting wood reached Arys' ears, a steady rhythm that aroused a curiosity within her. Turn after turn upon the forest path had proven the village was some ways yet to travel and while woodsmen were not uncommon, few of them dared to venture so far from the safety that their homes granted them in these wild parts. It must be one with a guard, or a group of them. She thought, looking off through the trees towards where the sound could be heard. Practicality told her to simply continue on, to make haste that darkness not fall before she reach the village gates, but that curiosity still ran through her mind. She heard no conversation, no jests nor the sound of many axes. There was nothing more than the steady swing of a single blade, striking blow after blow. Caution still held the reins of the Atlantean woman's mind as she drew her blade, the steel making nothing but a soft hiss as it left it's sheath. Raising it in guard, Arys took a step off the trail towards the sounds, taking what care she could to make no noise in her movements. Peering over a small thicket, she was greeted at last with the sight of a man alone, a great bear of a man whose powerful body drew her eyes, muscles that rippled beneath deep brown skin, beads of sweat tracing his form, uncovered save for an apron that shielded his front from splinters and detritus of his craft. Slowly Arys let out a deep breath, feeling something stir within her at the unique sight. She had never seen a man like this one, never a man who radiated the same strength as she faintly recalled of her people, a recollection that made it all the harder for the Atlantean woman to tear her eyes from him.
Thread: The Last Atlantean (kaybee & ink)

A bunny scattered over the clearing towards a group of bushes. Something was wrong! Working alone in the woods Iumbi soon had learned to be be vigilante. Due to the loud noise of the man's daily work birds were of little help to determine danger by their behavior but the rabbits, hiding in the brushes, were. If they left their hiding place then there was something that terrified them more than the sound of the huge, black man chopping wood. A bear, a boar or something even worse... And so the man knew that he wasn't alone anymore long before he heard the breath. It hadn't been that loud but the man's senses were as sharp as his muscles were strong. Shouldering his ax Iumbi took a few steps towards the brush from where the breath had come. Come out, he called in his deep, booming voice, before I come and get you. His dark eyes were restless. He appeared to be completely focused on the brush but he knew if there was one human there might be a second and a third, hiding behind his back. But the man didn't care. Life was short, anyways, and he craved a good fight almost as badly as a woman. His muscles tightened as he made a few swings with his axe. The crude tool hadn't been created to be weapon but in his strong hands it became one if needed. Iumbi could feel his blood begin to boil in his veins. He took a deep breath and laughed. Are you that afraid of Iumbi to remain in hiding? Come our already! He stood there, his stance showing both his massive proportions and his readiness for battle. His dark skin glistened with sweat and his white teeth shone scornfully.
Thread: The Last Atlantean (kaybee & ink)

Arys tensed at the sudden change in the man's demeanour, freezing in her hiding place. Her eyes alone moved, scanning over him from the shadows, the warrior within noting the power within his muscles, the way his stance left him open from the back, the way he hefted the woodcutting tool as a weapon with disturbing ease. More disturbing than that however was the laugh, the mad laugh she had heard before, the laugh of those who revel in a battle. She had met others who had been the same way, they had laughed and laughed, their eyes shining with madness as they hewed flesh as easily as paper, some of them even turning on their fellows before the battle-lust finally left them. Are you that afraid of Iumbi to remain in hiding? Come our already! The tension snapped at the words and Arys sprang from the bush, leading with steel in a strike that curved upwards from the forest floor. The challenge had been issued, the insult to her strength given without recollection. This was battle in it's purest form, the most delicate dance where a single misstep would mean death.
Thread: The Last Atlantean (kaybee & ink)

With a wide grin Iumbi looked at his opponent. Like an angry wolverine she had jumped out of the brushes, ready to meet him in battle. Although not small, the woman was a great deal smaller like the black, axe-wielding giant with his almost seven feet of height and probably no match in strength. Still, the man wouldnt make the mistake to underestimate her. He had fought enough battles to know that speed and dexterity could easily make up for a lack of strength and the stranger seemed to possess both as well as a great deal of self-confidence. Her hot temper, however, could come in handy. Lowering his tool and weapon Iumbi laughed out, pretending not to take his opponent too seriously. What a puny, little creature do we have here? he taunted the stranger. Fierce perhaps, but still no match for a great man like Iumbi. He took a step closer towards the woman. The sunrays, falling through the canopy of leaves, made the sweat on his dark skin glisten as it ran down his huge muscles. Even though a little scruffy the woman didnt look like a common thief and more like an adventuress, but Iumbi wouldnt take any chances. He could find out who she was after he had separated her from that cruel piece of metal in her hands. They would look better wrapped around his spear than around the hilt of that foreign sword of hers, anyways. Ready to counter any attack the man taunted the stranger one more time. Come on, then, he said in his deep voice. Show me what youve got, little woman.
Thread: Pirate Life (Cerberus and BloodCountess)

The year was 2013, and the Maelstrom slowly pulled into the port and a few crew members jumped down to tie the large ship off as the anchor was dropped down. The 1st mate of the ship looked around before walking out as he secured his belt and coat. The ship is secured and we're ready to head in for supplies and some fun, permission to debark sir? The 1st mate looked up at his captain who nodded and walked down from the top deck and to the gangway as he walked out. The captain and his first mate walked along the dock before grabbing 2 horses and started to ride off through the town. As they rode they noticed many of their men heading into what appeared to be one of the local taverns. The two men nodded and tied their horses off to a post set in front of the tavern and walked in. The Atmosphere would be like many of the hundreds of taverns they had been to before. There was music going on and drinks being served. A young lad was working as waiter and helping out the owner of the tavern as he kept an eye over the patrons and orders.
Thread: Pirate Life (Cerberus and BloodCountess)

Gabriella, the owner of the popular tavern where travelers and pirates loved to frequent, was making drinks for a few people. Her daughters, Isabella and Marissa, were in charge of taking patrons their orders. When a captain of a ship and his first mate came in, Marissa got to them before her sister. Hello gentlemen, what can I get for you? she asked, batting her eyelashes. Marissa, along with her mother and sister, were huge flirts. They flirted with the boy that worked for them and some of patrons. Gabriella watched her daughters from behind the bar and shook her head. These girls are going to be the death of me one day. she muttered softly.
Thread: Pirate Life (Cerberus and BloodCountess)

The Tavern was running busy this night like every other night and this night it was being filled up with the crewmen of the Malestrom. Leto kept an eye over the bar room and kept grabbing drinks and getting them filled up and handed out. He watched as a few of the sailors would try to catch a feel on any of the girls passing by. He looked over at Gabriella and sighed. Now you know that isnt true, they work this place well. Meanwhile the Captain and his 1st mate walked into the tavern and looked around. It was a good place to relax and the women were not that bad on the eye either. They headed down to a table and sat down. They watched a few of their crewmates and laughed to their selves as they watched everything. well sir, this looks like a nice place to get some drinks and probably some warm company. The Captain nodded to his 1st mate and sat back. we'll get everything we can don't worry about that.
Thread: Pirate Life (Cerberus and BloodCountess)

Gabriella chuckled softly. I know it's not, but sometimes I worry about them. she explained. Isabella walked over towards the bar and looked between Leto and her mother. Marissa took my table of patrons. she told her mother. Bella, sweetie, you're going to have to learn how to share with your sister. Gabriella said. Isabella rolled her eyes. You're always taking her side. she mumbled, before walking back to some other patrons.
Thread: Pirate Life (Cerberus and BloodCountess)

The Captain and his 2nd in command watched the Atmosphere of the Tavern as they watched their crew drinking and eating and carrying on. The 1st mate looked around before calling out for one of the women to come and bring him and the captain some drinks. Leto noticed how both Isabella and Marissa were both busy so he jumped behind the bar and filled up some drinks and looked at Gabriella and sighed might as well be you hand them over, don't theink they'd want to see some boy when they'd probably want to see some attractive woman.
Thread: Picky Female Looking For Satisfaction

Bumpity
Thread: Picky Female Looking For Satisfaction

HardcoreHolly said Bumpity Click to expand... I'd love to do the In the Steam Room plot
Thread: Picky Female Looking For Satisfaction

DudeMeister said HardcoreHolly said Bumpity Click to expand... I'd love to do the In the Steam Room plot Click to expand... Well i'd love it if you pm'ed me
Thread: Picky Female Looking For Satisfaction

An example of my writing style - Taken from my story Which can be found On Hentai Foundery Slutty College Years Oh..My... Angel utters, thrusting her head backward as she moans , listening to the sounds of hot sex and grunts echo around the room. It wasn't long before Mr.P grabbed hold of Angels hips, picked her up, and swings her around to fuck her up against the glass windows... He bucks at a nice pace, his lips close to her ears, breathing down into her... Both bodies move in unison, becoming more heated and hungry with every second that passes between them. in no time, the headmaster could feel his balls lift and tighten, sending crippling waves of pleasure course through him, throbbing deep inside her as he spills his seed deep into her womb. They stay like this for a moment before he pulls out... and when he does, he sends his cum to slowly ooze from her fucked vagina. They both still pant, their faces flushed with pleasure and intimacy. Angel nibbles at her lips, staring at him as he quickly pulls up his trousers. He looks to her, a smile no longer on his face, but etched with a serious and almost worried look. You should... uh... Go... He pants, turning his back on her. This sends Angel to take off her cum covered stocking, and pull up her panties, feeling the sticky cum slide between her pussy and panties. Before she turns to leave, she looks over her shoulder, She dumps the stocking in his wicker basket, before unlocking the door and letting herself out. 'Some men are just like that... maybe i can find one that gives pleasure as well as recieves it... ?' She thinks to herself... just in time, the bell goes. It's the end of college, and all the students would be heading toward their dorms... - A Students View - On my way to the toilets i saw something so astonishing.. The new student.. Not only that, but she has her panties by her ankles, and the Head Master between her thighs. Lost in a heated embrace as they grind together. her ass is pressed up against the glass.. If i got lower..i could watch his cock thrust into her.. But i avert my eyes, i'm in enough trouble with Mr.P as it is.. I don't want to get myself excluded..
Thread: Loving Father (TW + K)

Richard hadn't taken the divorce well. At 35 years old, he should be happily married, not a divorcee left to raise a 16 year old girl on his own. His wife had run off with his best friend, of course, but Richard had been the one to walk in on them fucking like Rabbits. Richard had nearly broken his hand laying into his former best friend after that. So Richard, like the Irish in him, turned to drink. He was tall, at 6'2, and had been an athlete most of his life so took to it well at first. His body was still lean and toned though perhaps starting to get a little soft around the edges now that he had stopped working out, stopped caring about his appearance. Presently, he was sitting on the couch at night, watching some mindless show on TV as he threw back beer after beer. He was wearing a bathrobe and nothing else, though his legs were dangerously wide, nearly exposing himself. He had stubble on his face and his usually short hair was in need of a haircut.