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Thread: Pop Princess of the Wasteland (Alpha and ElitheaBombing)

How long had it been since the world had descended into madness? One year? Three years? He had stopped counting, or maybe it had just mattering. Not long after things had gone sideways he had been deployed along side the rest of his regiment to try and help the civilians, get as many as they could to designated evac sites around the country. Three days after their deployment the government collapsed along with the chain of command, by the end of the second week him comrades had all either turned on each other or abandoned their duty. He was never able to decide which he had hated more. From there he salvaged whatever kit he could, weapons, ammo, rations, and struck out on his own. He didn't know where he was going or what he had planned on doing all he knew was that he had to do something. It wasn't long before the raiders started appearing, violent and insane, murdering and stealing their way through the bones of the world following the orders of self appointed warlords battling for domenace. He did his best, trying to help people, defend them from the sadists and psychos that preyed upon people. Days turned weeks and the only thing that remained constant was the killing. Soon enough he found himself targeted. A skinny raider with flied teeth and tattoos covering his face shoved Max down a passage way, You better put on a good show today chumo. he sneered, shoving him again with the butt of his rifle, The Queen is watching tonight. A heavy mechanical door at the end of the corridor screeched open on rusted hinges, the low rumble of an engine hidden somewhere giving way to the roar of a crowd. The raider caught him by the shackles that bound his hands removing them before shoving him through the door. Max stumbled in the dirt as the door swung shut behind him, raising one hand to shield his eyes from the harsh bright lights. Neon burned around edge of the ring, declaring that this was The Arena. Max straightened to his full 6'1 and lowered his hand. The raiders had taken his gear, leaving him nothing but a grubby tanktop which left his well defined muscular frame well on display and a pair of cargo pants. His sandy coloured hair as a shaggy mess, tied back loosely with a strip of leather and his beard kept short,trimmed using the edge of knife. All around him from the high stands people cried and cheered. But for who, he still couldn't tell.
Thread: Pop Princess of the Wasteland (Alpha and ElitheaBombing)

Even before the bombs had fallen and given way to a new era and a tougher, harder generation to follow. Katy had always been known as a bit of an eccentric in a new, and not quite popular form of music that had come to wash over the younger crowds of the day. Her antics on stage, and some of the rumors off stage made her quite the stand out figure during her time, and even more so after the bombs had fallen. Whether it was the effect of a strange mutation, or just a natural charisma that came to her. Katy was able to attract a large following to the area where she hunkered down after the bombs had fallen, becoming a defacto ruler almost over night. The glitz and glamour of the life she lived may have disappeared before in a flash of nuclear fire but she was now leading a large section of a city that she used to sing in. Around her the bright neon lights, the music still playing, people going about their own lives as if the bombs had never fallen. Traders, caravans, it all stopped by her small part of the world. And lately to curb the violent tendencies of her subjects she had instituted a new way to punish criminals and slaves, gladitorial games of all different manner. Above the crowd in the stands below her, she was given the best seat in the house. She watched the fights before, and eagerly awaited the next showing speaking to the various members of her cabinet gathered around her.
Thread: Pop Princess of the Wasteland (Alpha and ElitheaBombing)

Quilt was a short, chubby man with small, watery eyes and a flat noes who stood just behind the queen, his gaze fixed upon her raident beauty. Around them the crowd roared and cheered not only in anticipation of the violent specticale to come but because they where in the presence of of their living godess. Quilt inhaled deeply, smelling the sweat from her skin before reluctantly turning to survay the cheering crowd and the man in the pit below. They await your address my lady. he whispered to her, his nazily voice stolen away by roars of the crowd, speak to them, show them your favor. In the pit below Max survayed the open space around him, feeling his body tense, hec knew something was comming, and he knew it wasn't going to be good.
Thread: Pop Princess of the Wasteland (Alpha and ElitheaBombing)

Katy leans over in her seat to better hear Quilt. Nodding, she flashes him a smile and stands holding her hands upright infront of her. Quiet! She calls, giving the crowd and their roar a moment to calm enough to where she can address them. We've seen quite the flow of blood today, something that fuels us. We've seen mighty fighters enter our arena and fall to our warriors! Another brief cheer arose as she looked down at the still closed gates. Another round awaits us, a final round this evening! She says aloud, motioning her hand to the closed gate below. Witness our next challenger! Katy says to the crowd. A man caught on our borders, brought here to face his justice after slaying one of our own. Katy says with a big of despair to her voice, all practiced theatrics of course. Now he faces our warriors again in the arena! Open the gates, Marshall of Ceremony and let him face his death!! Katy drags out the last word, to the roar of the crowd.
Thread: Pop Princess of the Wasteland (Alpha and ElitheaBombing)

The sudden silence that fell over the crowd was more deafening than the thunderous cheers that had filled the air and for a moment. The change had come so suddenly and was so complete that Max thought he had lost his hearing. But then he heard someone speak, a woman egging the crowd on, promising them his death for some crime. He craned his neck trying to catch site or the speaker but with no success. The roar of the crowd retuned and it wasn't hard for Max to figure out what happened next. The same unseen motor rumbeled to life and gate opposite Max began to open.
Thread: Pop Princess of the Wasteland (Alpha and ElitheaBombing)

It was at that point after the speech that anyone wouldve been correct to imagine a massive creature lumbering out of it's cage into the sandy pit below. Katy lifted her hand giving the signal to open the doors to the entrances on either side. From the raiders side came something that could almost be scoffed at. A thinner man, tattooed and jittery walked to the center of the dusty arena. Blood already staining the sand from the days prior fights. A mask, with small eyeholes cut out and tubes running out of it a gentle smoke rising from around the corners of the mask as whatever drug the man was on soaked in. His skin seemed to twitch, his fingers and hands never still as he waited for his challenger.
Thread: Pop Princess of the Wasteland (Alpha and ElitheaBombing)

Max shifted his stance, planting his feet shoulder width apart and raising his hands into a defensive posture. He moved slowly, causiously towards the man who had entered the arena, gun metsl grey eyes never waivering from his target. Without warning the other msn let out an inhuman shriek and rushed forward, his arms flailing wildly. The crowd surged back to life in a thunderous corrus of cheers as the thin man closed distance. Max's reacton was instant, reflexive. He side stepped his charging attacker with a casual grace caught one of the hoses with an outstreached hand. The man's head snapped backwards, the momentum of his charge csrrying his feet forwards until he was horizontal in the air. Max drove him down to the dust the brought the heel of his boot down on this throat. A wet crunch reverberted through the arena, silening the crowd.
Thread: Pop Princess of the Wasteland (Alpha and ElitheaBombing)

Katy had seen a lot in the time that she had been ruling these people, and even more so the number of incredible warriors that had come through her arena. She turned to the Marshal of the Games and gave him a nod. Below the sands of the arena the clattering of machinery reverberated as an elevator to the side of the arena raised, lifting a larger man through the opening as the doors slid open, the rusty metal fighting against the rails that held them. We will see how he does against something more than a drug addled mind. Katy says to those around her, watching the two below her make their small circles in the arena. The crowd gaining a steady rhythm again.
Thread: Pop Princess of the Wasteland (Alpha and ElitheaBombing)

The cheers if crowd where different now, a steady chant like the beat of war drums. He took it as a que, timing his steps to it as he and the hulking brute began to circle eachother, the opening steps in what would become a violent dance that would leave one of them bloody in the sand. The combatants came to stop, the steady chanted beat continuing on, or maybe it was Max's own heart thunder the in his ears. The giant lurched forward, arms thick as tree trunks reaching for his opponent's heads. He was fast, faster than Max would have given him credit for and he was just barely able to duck the grab before taking a quick step forward, driving his fist into his opponents gut. Which did absolutely nothing. The Gaint smiled an ugly smile and brought back one arm, backhanding Max hard enough to send him flying several feet back. The fight was already not going Max's way. He scrambed back to his feet and rushed forward. The gaint lurched forward and grabbed for him. He was quicker this time, sliding between the lager man's legs before springing back to his feet and leaping onto his back, locking his arms around that bullneck. The gaint flailed, like a bucking bronco, trying to dislodge the smaller man from his back but gradually he began to slow before collapsing to the sand with Max still clinging to his back.
Thread: Pop Princess of the Wasteland (Alpha and ElitheaBombing)

Katy frowned as she witnessed the slow battle and the ending that brought about a rather anti climatic death of one of her tribes greatest warriors, she really had expected more out of him. Katy stood for whats the second time for this one combatant. Raising her arms to quiet her upset thralls. Weve lost two of our warrior brothers to this man! Katy cries out, motioning to him in the pit below. Maybe perhaps we should avenge our fallen warriors? Maybe we should watch him sacrifice one of his own!? Katy asks the crowd to a rising call much like a heartbeat within the arena. Lift the platform! Katy demands, as thr elevator on e again lifts but this time a man is there with two heavily armed guards. Chains locked around his wrists, ankles, and a thick caller around his neck. Tugged along into the center of the arena. If you wish to leave this arena alive, than wash yourself of your guilt against my people with the blood of those who accomopanied you into our territory!
Thread: Pop Princess of the Wasteland (Alpha and ElitheaBombing)

Max watched as the prisoner was dragged out into the arena the looked up towards the highest seats in the stands where whoever the hell was leading this madhouse was sitting, issues orders to bloody thirsty masses. He had killed plenty of times since the world had gone to hell, taken his enemies by surprise, sometimes in their sleep. But those had been murders, raiders, psychos, the kind of people who killed for fun. But he refused to kill a civilian. But these screwhead's didn't know that. He stalked forwards the small group, eyeing the guards quickly. One carried a rifle, an old semi-auto hunting number from the looks of it, the other held the chains in one hand, a sawed off shotgun in the other. He came to a stop in front of the hostage, glancing from one to the other. The thug with the shotgun gestured towards the hostage with gun, egging Max on to kill the whimpering man on his knees. You expect me to do this with hands? he said, gesturing towards the sidearm worn by the guard with the rifle. The two men exchanged looks, unsure how to proceed. Max rolled his eyes, If you don't trust me, eject the mag and leave one in the pipe dumbass. Again they looked at each other, then looked towards the upper stands. Max turned, feeling his boot hit a large rock buried in the sand before following their gaze up towards their leader. He spread his arms to the sides, shouting up towards upper stands, REALLY! YOUR BOYS TOO STUPID TO DO ANYTHING WITHOUT YOUR SAY SO!? HOW'S 'BOUT YOU STOP FUCKING AROUND END THIS SHIT!?
Thread: Delicious Deception (MisterKing x Garnet)

It's said that everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth, so Kenneth Taggart came with three. After a few more solid shots to the jaw, though, he was all out of plans. Lovely. The bright side, though, is that at least they didn't send the chumps after him this time. Ken didn't recognize these two, so he nicknamed them Red and Scar in his head. They knew their shit though, he'd do well not to forget their faces. Scar, the slightly bigger one was constantly getting in Ken's face and rushing him as Red slipped behind to jab Ken in the kidneys or snap at his legs. Keeping track of Red when Scar was in his face was a struggle for Ken, but whenever he was on his game he could grab the runt, once by the throat that was more badass than Ken expected, and hurl him back into his vision. All the movement wasn't in his favor though, as the duo gained on his ground, grinding him further back into the alleyway and narrowing down his already slim options to escape. His assailants were growing more confident by the swing, leading to more aggressive and dangerous strikes. Red, in particular, went for a tackle way too early into Scar's rush, giving Ken plenty of time to take a step back, intercepting the punk mid-stride and throwing him into a steel door by the scruff of the neck. Scar's boot followed fast in the wake of the toss, catching Ken's rib and sending the mafioso stumbling back into his ass, half-rolling into a dumpster with an umceremonious clang. Red was up by then, wiping a tender cut on his forehead, not even trying to hide the fact he was pissed. He withdrew a folding knife from his back pocket, opening it with two hands and one sadistic thwack . It's not that Ken wasn't used to seeing curvy blondes smack people around, it's just that that person was usually him after he used an unfortunately lewd pick-up line. At least they had never used a pan like that though, Jesus. Red crumpled like a sack of bitch right as Scar whirled around at the especially savage sound byte. Getting to his feet was a struggle, but once he made it here immediately held on to Scar's shoulder for support as he swung his right leg back. He arced his beautifully tanned monk strap right between the man's thighs, a silent gasp for mercy leaving Scar's lips as he collapsed face first onto the pavement. Shambling over to the woman with breasts far too immodest to be angelic otherwise she fit the bill, he borrowed her weapon of choice with a curt Thank you, dear. Rolling over Scar and dragging Red closer to him, Ken knelt down by the two attackers and hefted the pan over his head. Two sickening crunches and plenty of bloodcurdling screaming later, Ken let the two now-cripples behind so he could return what he borrowed. He was surprised by the weight when he hefted it, so he absentmindedly pinched the woman's bicep out of curiosity as he handed the cooking tool back with a nondescript huh. Thanks for the hand miss, he held out a tired, friendly hand, call me Ke- Blood loss and fatigue got the better of Ken as he crashed to the ground like a puppet with it's strings cut.
Thread: Delicious Deception (MisterKing x Garnet)

Well damn, if you're treating me this well I should go get my ass kicked more often. Once the remark left his lips Kenneth was pretty certain he was concussed. It'd been a while since he'd been roughed up that badly his boss generally kept him on intimidation so the worst he'd normally get is a stray fist to the rib, not a damn crew to his everything. At least he was laying low on a comfy couch. Next to a cute girl. With fantastic tits. It could be worse. Ahah, anyway thanks Juniper. Man, that remark fell even flatter than whatever he was expecting. He gently sipped the soup in an attempt to break the awkwardness. What were you doing so- he paused, after the full flavor profile of the soup hit him. He blinked twice, took a couple more sips, then turned to look at the full-figured chef before him. You really know what you're doing with this post-beating meal of yours. He shifted again, trying to get a little comfier, and wound up scooting closer to Juniper. How often do you invite strange, battered men into your apartment for a meal? If I had to guess it seems like you have a lot of practice in that department. Another thoughtful sip of the soup. After another pause, he suddenly remembered his name. Oh right, and my name is Kenneth. How'd you find me, again?
Thread: Delicious Deception (MisterKing x Garnet)

Ha I'd feel guilty if I was the reason such a handsome face got messed up you know. She teased right back with a little grin. Out of the kitchen, she rendered not to bother holding back her emotion. Juniper found it much easier not to hide her thoughts or feelings in her private life and suppress herself just enough to be professional in the kitchen. It did tend to make her a more open and honest person outside. Sometimes she could be a bit too... Open. Well it's not like I could leave you with those goons. They really ganged up on you. I'm glad you seem alright but I can take you to the hospital if you want? She offered worried about all the hits he had taken before she had knocked out his attacker. Oh... Now that was the expression she strived to bring it in her cooking. Surprise then pleasure. It was her favorite thing about being a chef but she rarely got to see people's initial reaction to get hard work nowadays. A soft giggle slipped her pretty pink lips as he took a moment to get his thoughts on order feeling a flush of pride wash over her cheeks. Why thank you. I pride myself on spoiling half concussed strangers I find in the alley of my kitchen. Laughed the chef with an easy going grin that made her cheeks dimple ever so slightly. Blue eyes caught him moving closer but only gained a slight twinkle saying nothing and allowing him as close as he dared to move. It's not like she was going to complain about s gorgeous, strong man with an impossibly sharp jaw moving into her space. Ha... I'll admit it did used to be a pastime. My brother was quite scrappy growing up but his friends were worse. I spent a lot of time feeding beat up idiots in my teens. To be perfectly honest though... She chuckled as her face grew a little sheepish, I can't just leave someone hurt. I mean if nothing else it would have been bad for business but I've always been a bit of a feeder. Nice to meet you Kenneth. Ahah well I believe you through that little guy against my kitchen door and nearly have me a heart attack in the process. I was just about to leave too but a good thing about working in a kitchen is the exclusive access to just a ludicrous amount of heavy blunt weapons, knives, fire and irritating spices so I was kind of spoilt for choice when I ran out there. Explained Juniper with a little laugh taking long sip of soup dunking her bread into the liquid while curling her legs up brushing her knee against his thigh. Oh you can call me Juni if you like, most people do.
Thread: Delicious Deception (MisterKing x Garnet)

In lieu of a response, Kenneth leaned over to her and lightly kissed her flushed cheek. You know, I always wondered what it'd be like to have a guardian angel. I never imagined she'd be quite like you. He pulled them a little closer, wrapping an arm behind and around her waist as she curled next to him. I figured I had to choose between cute, caring, or talented, not that she'd end up with all three. He let the words linger, finally feeling the weight of the beating he took begin to drag him into proper sleep. Not yet, though, he had to savor every minute with this angel he could. He gently put a hand on her thigh to keep him in the conversation. Tell me, did you only help the ones that were good boys? I can't imagine all of your brother's friends were well-behaved. This was the time to hedge his bets, to keep the sensitive bits of his story to himself so he didn't blow something with so much potential. How did you handle the unsavory types?
Thread: Delicious Deception (MisterKing x Garnet)

Juniper stiffened when he was suddenly very close to her face before his lips hit her cheek. The pinkness in them before quickly turned crimson to her ears after that soft kiss. Aha...I guess I should hit more people with pans if I get thanked like this. She giggled softly feeling his hard body against her hip. When his arm coiled around her waist, the chef smiled and even shifted closer herself pretending like she hadn't noticed her breasts rubbing sideways against his broad chest. His compliments kept her face hot much to her embarrassment but she still didn't want to break away from him...quite the opposite in fact even though such praise normally came from playboys'. Well I don't think any of them were good boys. They were all kind of stupid really but...they weren't awful people. mused Juniper with a half smile. They would all fight and steal but they did grow up for the most part. I would end up fixing up one guy one night and then the next I would be doing the same for the guy who knocked him out. laughed the curvy woman brushing her hair out of her eyes to look up at him from under her dark lashes. She was getting tired herself. A couple of them got involved with the local mob though. I would end up treating more serious wounds but as far as I know, they're still alive. continued the chef with a yawn resting her head against his chest and snuggling up to him a little. It was only a passing expression, but there was a bitterness in her eyes when she mentioned the mob. Luckily it faded quickly as she realised how rude she was being to her guest. Ah my apologies. I had a long day so I'm a bit drowsy. You don't mind do you? asked the blonde with her cheek flush against his chest. Her soft locks tickled his throat while a small but strong hand rested against his chest. Sorry you're just so warm. Mn its nice. Are you still hungry? I can get you some more food. You should try to eat as much as you can, without making yourself sick of course. apologised Juniper with her soft hip against him. With the restaurant opening she was forced to admit it she was pretty starved for male attention, affection...sleep.Maybe that was why he was so much fun to flirt with even if they both were slipping gradually into a sleepy haze. Mm Kenneth even smelt amazing and so strong against her body. He was tempting, far too tempting but also injured and needing a good rest.
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Thread: Rubber Lovers (FxF)

Bumping this up. Added some more ideas and a few inspirational images. I think they get the general idea of each plot idea down. And I'm still eager to hear other people's ideas too.
Thread: Rubber Lovers (FxF)

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Thread: Rubber Lovers (FxF)

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Thread: Rubber Lovers (FxF)

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