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Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

BYORP BYORP is an idea I have been toying with for a long while, I have ideas but few refinements to those ideas, the general idea is that it will allow potential partners to select bits of information - basically prompts - to make building a RP easier. It hasn't seen much use, and the thread design I use is already ginormous... Hence why this section is in my old thread and not my new one. Now... Settings Settings are a key part of any RP, where the RP shall take place specifically will have a huge impact on The RP itself. Aand shit My muse died just right there. Oh well.
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

One more.
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

Aand that should be all. Feel free to post in the thread now people. I will finish it later, I am getting tired...
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

I am just going to leave this here... Just in case I get some brilliant idea or something or decide to expand.
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

Herm. A warning, I am cutting back on roleplays until I get my plots and craves up. Not as many will get through. In the meantime, though, Iv found myself desiring something steamy at the moment. Don't worry, it will go away soon.
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

Craves added, plots coming soon.
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

Middie
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Dreamie 3 How are ya doing? 3
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

I'm great! Yourself? And I also want to discuss a roleplay with you. Most definitely. I want to yet another spin-off of our naga human idea, but maybe something not as complex and ... not so writing heavy? So we can have moar fun
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

. I am doing well. School has started back up so I am free to roleplay again. Of course, I always love playing Naga, I have also expanded them a bit, always making up more stuff for my pretty snakes. I am writing a bit of a field guide on them, working on the desert breed now, Raan. Though I am a little curious as to what you mean by not as complex. Like as in the characters? or the story? Moar fun is always good. . Did you have anything in mind?
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

I'm glad school's not too bad this time around. Theology is awesome! So is philosophy. I learned that Dave Chapelle was Muslim. Had absolutely no clue that he was. Oh, well a simpler story with fewer characters and more in depth personas well, side characters more-so. I still love the idea of turmoil, though! As for ideas, I'm not entirely sure, doll. I still like the idea of our desert setting, but we can certainly make a new one. I sort of imagined 'Raan playing a more crucial role to the story, perhaps the bodyguard to some tyrannical overlord. He's a faithful guardian to his superior but for the sake of the roleplay let's say this supposed superior has done something to irk his loyal bodyguard. As for the tyrant? He holds a tournament and recruits the winners to his island where he's constructing a fortress around an artifact belonging to Old Gods we can discuss those too, I thought it would be interesting! that he believes he can use to rule. In a nutshell my character would be a winner of the tournament but is brought to his fortress to work as a slave. I guess I did have an idea. xD
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

I am back. Maths homework. Blegh. Hm, I like it, though instead of her being a slave, how about she gets recruited as another one of the bodyguards? That would put them together faster, it would also put them on the same level. the tyrant likes exotic bodyguards, and strong ones, could be one of the reasons why he likes using tourniments. Ala lucien from fable 2
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

I'm doing this stupid organic art project. It's due tomorrow and I screwed up so I was trying to re-do it. I failed miserably. Oh well. Teach'll understand. She loves me. Sure, we can give that a go I think the character I have in mind would make an interesting bodyguard, that's for sure. Now, is she hired and sort of forced to work as a bodyguard against her will, or willingly?
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

She could be hired, I mean, it would be a pretty lucrative job. I guess she could be reigned into doing it, I imagine that is why Rann is serving this guy, especially if he is a tyrant, he has some sort of obligation to fulfil. I mean, the tournament could have been all about getting the job on this nice little paradise island and stuff.
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

True. I imagine that she adopted the job after entering the tournament. She entered because the tyrant promised the winner some form of payment after they've won and worked for him for a period of time. She won't be all too happy too work for him because he's a tyrant but then again, she's chaotic evil she chases her own whims, her own intrigues and generally doesn't care of the consequences
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

I think I am going to use a more world aware, socialized Raan this time around, last time he was fairly feral Still sad we didn't get to the AmonRaan luff. This time I will probably have him wearing more clothing, perhaps even armor and wielding weapons. With his strength, he could one-hand a claymore or a large cleaver, like a buster sword or something Raan doesn't like the tyrant because he is a prick. I imagine he mistreats his servants and possibly even those close to him Within reason, Raan has like two hundred pounds on the guy I would say he is chaotic neutral, not evil, not good, just there. Red Naga tend to be like that. I could even change up my naga, unless you want to stick with the desert breed I could play something more exotic, like a Medusa.
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

3 'Raan. And I know. D I can reuse Amon, just with a different name and whatnot, maybe her appearance is slightly different too, but it's essentially her. Stick with good ol' 'Raan! We love 'em Sorry for disappearing, there. Sleep ate me.
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

Well, you don't have to. I just liked how Amon was a Naga-lover and all. The thought of her cuddled up in Raan's coils made me happy. She was a good match for 'Raan Okay, I can do that. It's about to eat me too.
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

I think I will regardless. Yeah, I'm just going to use Amon. I only use her for you anyway. I just had a 4 hour coma. So I'm now wide awake.
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

Alright. Is there anything else we should figure out? Like how our characters are going to end up interested in the artifacthow they lose interest in protecting this nasty guy from his enemies.
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

Hmm. Well, they may bare witness to this artifact's cataclysmic powers after the tyrant takes them along to watch him test it's power by completely destroying a village or settlement.
Thread: ☾ Midnight's Request Thread [Lit/Adv] [♀+ ♂/♂+♂]

That may do. Perhaps what he gets his hands on is only a piece of the puzzle that he needs to unlock the true weapon. But it is still enough to mess some folks up. He could send them as part of a team of specialists into this ruin or sumthin.
Thread: Soul for the taking, but never her love.((Lustfull_SinxDrunken Saint))

Ania paced around in her chamber, her heart beating quickly, her hands wet with sweat, her body tense for she was nervous. Today she was to meet her betrothed, the Devils son, Damian. She didnt want to get married, let alone marry the son of the Devil. How did such a thing come to be? One minute she was studying about different human religious and language, the next, she was pulled to the side by her father and the terrible news was bestowed on her. She cried, she screamed, she wanted to curse, but knew she couldnt do such a thing. Her dear Father explained the why and she couldnt believe it. Yes, she was stronger than some of the other female angels, cunning and smart, but still, why her. She could only shake her head, knowing that what she was feeling was against the laws and rules of her dear Father. She straightened her shoulders, looked herself in the mirror and forced a fake smile on her face. She was to dress as lovely as she could and by her Father, she was lovely. Her chocolate brown hair was pulled up half way up to her head, twisted and pinned with fresh lilys and purple anemones. The rest of her hair was curled and let loose, stopping at the small of her back. She was 56, her legs nice and long, her body curved in all the right places. Her skin was pale cream, her eyes a pale lemon green, her breasts werent so big, nor small, the size being at merely 32C. Her lips a soft rosy color and so were her cheeks. She was wearing a loose white robe with a crimson red sash around her waist to keep the cloth closed. It was slightly opened from the top, her cleavage barely showing, though for her it didnt mean anything sexual or sinful. Her feet were bare and her body was scented with a sweet lavender and fresh sage. She stepped out of her chambers and headed over to the greeting chamber where her Father was. She walked down the long white corridor, passed a few statues as well as some of her brother and sisters rooms and reached the Grand stair case. This was the moment in which her life was about to change and by her Father and in the name of Eve, she was going to do her best, whether it killed her or not. She headed down the steps, making no noise, reached the bottom and turned. The double white doors to the greeting room were opened, the room inside was big and spacious, pillars circled around the room, holding the ceiling up almost and there, sitting on a lush white sofa was her Father. Greetings to you dear Father.She said and bowed her head. God could only smile and rise, extending his hand. Greetings my daughter, please come and sit with me.He said, his pale blue eyes fixed on her, his lips curved to a smile. Ania smiled and went to him, taking his hand and sat with him. Todayyou shall meet your betrothed. Damianhe is a good.man. He shall not harm you for I will see to it and lay out rules for when you marry. Ania could only smile weakly, not wanting to seem scared. Her Father was good and he wouldnt purposely put his own child in danger.
Thread: Soul for the taking, but never her love.((Lustfull_SinxDrunken Saint))

Damian smiled as the succubi around him finished pampering him. He had an important meeting to finally see his betrothed. He was dressed in a fine deep purple silk suit, taking a page from his dad's book. After all, why would he want to dress like a slob? His bleached blond hair was shoulder length, similar in style to that of the vikings. He felt the succubi instantly draw away from him as his father walked into the doorway. The Devil smiled at the succubi and then shooed them away. You should be honored my son. I have managed to give you an angel for your wife, to twist and abuse as you see fit. At first she may resist, but all that means is that you have to force he harder. They both laughed and Damian placed his arm over his father's shoulders, pulling him close. Now, how are we going to get his high and mighty's ass to agree to her staying down here in Hell? The Devil smiled. We threaten to call the truce off. Damian's face busted out into an inhumanly large grin. Brilliant plan. Now, shall we go to the meeting place. His father nodded his head and opened the door for him, starting their way to the meeting place.
Thread: Soul for the taking, but never her love.((Lustfull_SinxDrunken Saint))

The nervousness that slowly build inside of her was ready to burst out like a dam broken.She was taking deep in and out breathes as she paced about the Greeting Room's floor, going to one side then another.She had made a little path actually.First starting from where her Father sat, then to a gold book table, then over to the large book shelf, only to return back to her Father and repeat the process again. Dear child, you must sit.You are making me a tad dizzy from your movements.God said as she patted the spot next to him. Ania stopped and blushed.F-Forgive me Father.I'm just nervous is all.She said as she walked over to him and sat.Dear Father, why me.Of all angels.What if he is cruel.What if he plans to break off the truce, though still keep me in his grasp only to hard and torment me.He voice was trembling as she spoke.Though she was strong in body and heart, she still feared her fallen brother, the Devil and his son Damian. God took in a deep breathe, then exhaled.He will not cause harm, I assure you.There will be a spell that will prevent him from hurting you, unless he wishes to face conciquences.He may only cause harm if you so wish it to happen, though I doubt you will, right?He smiled when she shook her head franticly.Today, you two are to meet and enjoy each other's company before you are to be wed.If you two were quick at getting quaint, then you may marry here and now. Ania bit her lip gently and shook her head.Nay, I will not marry today.Getting to know the demon will be a task, but...I will do this for you and all my breatheren Father.OH how strong she was.She embraced her Father and waited to hear a summons, letting them know when the dark Devil and his son were here.
Thread: The Princess and The Thief (Chokuro and Lord Dakol)

This went much worse than he would have thought! Someone gave him word that an artifact was in the Empire's palace, and better yet, it was supposed to be powerful with magic. But once he arrived, he immediately tipped off the guards and the chase began. Malacai sped down the halls of the great palace, breathing heavily as he was out of breath. Sweat rolled down his forehead, making his semi-long raven hair stick to his skin as he turned down into a hallway. Dark crimson red eyes darted to every door, trying to find a room to hide in, but swiftly found that they were all locked. Come on! he breathed, clutching his side as the wound bled through his tattered gray shirt. Malacai tried his best to close up the wound after he was stabbed, but he needed actual medical attention. The blood trickled over his black harem pants and onto his moccasins. The young man of 20 slightly showed off a lean, toned figure, though his legs and arms were more muscular due to the fact that he needed them to free-run. Jiggling one of the door knobs, he sighed as he realized his only chance was the large double-doors at the end of the hall. He went down this way! a guard's voice bark, and soon shuffling feet were heard just a few minutes away. Malacai cursed under his breath and sprinted down the hallway, paying no mind to his throbbing wound. Stepping down the hall, not caring whether he made noise or not, he tried double-doors... yes! They were unlocked. Opening the door, he slipped inside and slammed it shut, locking it securely as he gave himself a moment to catch his breath. However, he didn't expect the room to be occupied. Turning his head, his red eyes widened with shock at who's room it was... and who was standing in front of him.
Thread: The Princess and The Thief (Chokuro and Lord Dakol)

Jasmine had been in the middle of changing. Nothing too revealing. At that time. She had her towel around her form and she had yet to take it off to pull her clothes on. She was just in the middle of getting ready for the day. She knew some other royalties who could only ever have someone dress them. This sixteen-year-old? She was definitely not like that. She was far too independent for her own good. her father always wished she would be a little more dependent for the husband - king - she would soon end up with. Then again, she was his one and only daughter, so he tended to be easy on her and not be too upset when she went against the norm. The woman's pale blond locks were definitely long enough to hide her indecent self. Which was good since she was suddenly interrupted. She gasped, her amethyst eyes shot open with shock as she took a step back and just stared at the male that was there. Her hand lifted to cover her mouth as she stared at the - gorgeous - man that was suddenly in front of her. She stared at him for a while, noticing the blood and definitely getting more concerned than anything else. Quickly walking to him after hearing the shouts, she tugged him into the room a little farther and pointed to the little divider she should change behind, but oh how she did not like to. hide there. She whispered, shoving him off in that direction to wait for the guards to barge in. She could easily get them out -- especially with the lack of proper clothes.
Thread: The Princess and The Thief (Chokuro and Lord Dakol)

Malacai was frozen in place, surprised to be in the presence of the Princess. His eyes looked at, however briefly, the Princess' locks that hid her beautiful body. He gaze switched back to her eyes instantly, ready to place a finger to his lips, wishing her to be quiet, but he didn't have to. He definitely wasn't expecting her to walk up to him and pull her a bit more into the center of the room. Hearing her tell him to hide behind the thin divider, he was about to ask why she was helping him, but instead - being the rogue he was - said, How the hell am I supposed to hide behind there ?! he whispered urgently, but was responded by a light shove towards the divider. Cursing to himself, hoping that it would work, he dashed behind the divider, crouching down and pressing himself against the wall, trying to make his figure as small as possible behind the thin hiding place. He held his breath as the doors opened, not noticing the small pool of blood by the princess' foot.
Thread: The Princess and The Thief (Chokuro and Lord Dakol)

Jasmine waited until she heard the men barging into her room. She instantly gasped, pulling the towel closer to her form with a horrified look to her features -- definitely different than from the look she had when the other broke into her room. She instantly went into action while the men were fumbling over their words of why they were there, their apologies for intruding, and everything of the like. I will not have it! Out! You .... you perverts! Out before I tell my Father! She demanded, one free hand pointing in the direction of the doors they just barged through. While the one, when he bowed, had noticed the blood near her foot and got just a little suspicious. Miss ... Why is there blood on your ground? Blood? Jasmine looked down and silently cursed the male behind the divider. She knew he was bleeding, just not on her floor!! She easily straightened herself back up and let her eyes fall back to the guard. I am a woman, am I not? She questioned, seeing the realization and watching as the flustered and blushing men instantly rushed off to get out of there with their many apologies. She sighed softly once the door closed. Turning on her heel, she returned to where her long robe was. Pulling that onto her form, she tied the robe closed and then walked over to where the male behind the divider was. Peeking her head around the other side of it, she looked down at him. You bled on my floor. Why are you in my home?
Thread: The Princess and The Thief (Chokuro and Lord Dakol)

While Malacai was sort of recuperating on the floor, his shuddered in shock that he had forgotten that was bleeding on the ground! His body shook with anticipation as he listened to the Princess' and the bodyguard's words, and chuckled to himself after hearing her excuse. She's blaming it on her body?! he thought. Hearing the doors close, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, and just when he was about to thank her for the help, she asked him the most difficult question that he absolutely didn't want to answer. Looking up at her, Malacai sighed and clutched his wound harder. Truthfully? I came here to steal the artifact in your father's trophy room, but obviously something screwed up and I was wounded in the fight. he said, waiting for her reply, his body tensing up in trepidation.
Thread: The Princess and The Thief (Chokuro and Lord Dakol)

Jasmine stared at the other for a little while. Her eyes traveling along his form and she truly could not care less about the artifact. She knew her father, obviously, liked the thing. But what was the point in it? It did nothing for anyone around them. Therefore, it was just a little pointless in her mind. Nothing that could not be replaced by another pretty thing. She did not even really care about the fact he dirtied her carpet. That could be replaced too. Honestly, material things were not what ever mattered to her. She nodded and then moved to stand in front of the man to offer her hand to assist him in getting up. Come on. I can tend to your wound. There should be some bandages in the washroom. She informed him, really just relieved he had not lied to her. For that, she definitely would not want to turn him in or whatever the other may have suspected she would do.
Thread: The Princess and The Thief (Chokuro and Lord Dakol)

Malacai breathed slowly, still waiting to hear her reply. His heart thudded through his chest as her eyes traced over his person, and wondered what she was thinking about. But he did not expect her to offer her hand in helping him to stand. Cautiously, he lifted up his free hand and took hers, using the wall against his back to slide up and stretch his legs. Sort of speechless, Malacai followed her to the washroom. It took him a few moments to reply as he removed his shirt, uncovering his toned - albeit damaged - abdomen and chest. Why... aren't you getting angry..? he asked, still a bit unsure why she had no outer reaction to his answer.