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Thread: NEW IDEAS  ~~~NSFW~~~

i wanna do a somewhat normal rp based on this song.. Torn heartlips of an angel I play a girl who doesnt get over her ex no matter how hard she tries. she loved him with everything she was. And even though few years passed her heart belonged to him. One night she calls him up, crying after being beaten by a new boyfriend. begging him to come to her, that she needed him more then ever. Despite having a new woman. who was asleep in the bed in the other room, and knowing that this would be a bad idea. Especially with their history. but his heart still wanted her. craved her gentle touch. her sweet loving kisses. And knowing in his heart he loves her. He goes to her. So i see a conflicted hearts more on his behalf. and the night he goes to they wind up letting the feelings for one another. She gives him his space, but the heart wants what it does, and she eventually calls him. receiving none other the his current gf. She makes up some lame ass excuse, to give her and tell her to get him to call her back. maybe something to do with business.when he does call back. she begs him to come to her. that she misses him and loves him. and shed do anything for him
Thread: NEW IDEAS  ~~~NSFW~~~

ok so i dont know much on mass effect, but I adore Garrus I wanna do a romance between him and my female Shepard. Could be a long reunion, and what ever Cerberus had done to her has kept her youthful. Anyway, she was sent on a mission to check out some suspicious activity, when she is ambition and left for dead. Some how Garrus was on the same lead, but the infiltrators had moved on leaving Shepard for dead. little did he know the people hadn't moved on to long before seeing him land and tampers with both the ships leaving them stranded. He helps nurse her bad to health, and within the time the grow closer. Years of fighting side by side, they always some home find there way together. ---a quick write up, and open to suggestions.
Thread: The Macabre Masquerade (NakedTea and How Brittle the Bones)

So glad you've figured that out then. The first reaction the violinist has to Esme shoving her way into the seat beside him is confusion, plain and simple. Isn't that the dame who was singing? What the hell does she think she's doing here? But before he can even recover from his blank-faced surprise, the passenger door is pulled open and in leaps the last of the trio, iron cashbox clutched in hand. Come on, what're you waiting for, let's beat it! No further encouragement is needed, the sound of incoming sirens already thick in the air. The wheels spin and screech, the car leaving a trail of burnt rubber and acrid fumes in it's wake as it speeds off into the night, the world outside the tinted glass windows turning into a blur of lights and darkness. She is for the moment forgotten, the youth and the lean one too busy peering out the windows in watch for pursuit, hands not-so-covertly slipping to the guns holstered beneath their clothes, the one-eyed man occupied with sustaining their breakneck pace. It's only when Esme draws attention to herself once more that they remember the unwanted stranger in their midst. The one-eyed man doesn't even look her way, apparently unconcerned, while the lean one gives her only a brief, distasteful look before returning to his vigil. It's the youth who speaks, giving the aforesaid, sarcastic reply. So... So what the hell is this? Just decided to jump on in to a strange car? You could get hurt that way, you know. He continues, a switchblade knife slipping into his hand from one his vest pockets, spinning between his fingers as the long, shiny blade snaps out from the ivory handle. He looks a year older than her at best, hardly the age from which the crime families usually recruit, but he handles the weapon with a slick grace that gives no doubt that his lack of years does not indicate similar lack of experience. And in the background, the sirens have begun to grow louder....
Thread: The Macabre Masquerade (NakedTea and How Brittle the Bones)

Esme looked just as confused as the violinist. Where was Cecil? Why was he not sitting behind the wheel of this vehicle? This car looked like the car that belonged to her fianc, but the longer she stared the more obvious it became that it was a different car. The upholstery in this model was shabby compared to Cecils. Her cheeks grew scarlet red as she continued to spot differences, and it was impossible for her to blame the rosy hue on her rogue. Im sorry, she apologized, avoiding a more formal explanation of her actions as she scooted over to the free door, her hand now on the door handle as though she was going to leave. If it had not been for the last passenger to enter, she would have done just that. Instead, instincts kicked in and she moved back to where she was sitting, now finding it impossible to leave unless she dared to climb over them. Clearing her throat with an abrupt ahem , she cocked her head to the side as she glanced at the newest passenger. Excuse me, but I was on my way The car peeled away from the bar and down the street before she could finish her sentence, and for now she decided it best to remain silent. Her desire to keep quiet was only strengthened as her eyes lowered, taking in the sight of guns. Esme swallowed hard. She had seen guns and other weapons in movies. In that aspect, everything about them seemed enchanting and exciting, but being so close she could find nothing exciting about them. If anything, seeing a gun this close evoked feelings of apprehension. This car greatly resembles my fiancs car, she responded to the violinist, her eyes still lowered as she tried to find something to focus on. The flick of his switchblade caught her attention, and her eyes flickered up to concentrate on yet another weapon. She swallowed again. I thought this was my fiancs car, so I . . . I got in. She hated the way her voice trembled at the end, making it more than obvious she was growing fearful of this situation. As if she needed she needed her voice to do that. The girl was as stiff as a board, refusing to budge an inch lest she get too close to either man across from her. The sirens in the near distance gave her some comfort. If they would just hurry, perhaps this ordeal would be over. After all, the police could take down three thugs, right? That was what they were trained for, right? She silently agreed with herself. Now, if you could just . . . let me off . . . my fianc is waiting for me.
Thread: The Macabre Masquerade (NakedTea and How Brittle the Bones)

The lean one snorts, a slight noise akin to a more bestial form of dismissive chuckle. Oh, oh no girlie. 'fraid you're in the for the ride with us bad, bad men. The man smiles, a too-wide grin that shows his teeth and the metals capping them, gold, silver and even tin, his financial history as recounted by his broken teeth and how much he could afford to shell out to a dentist at the time. So don't go treating us as fools, hear? Oh there's something mean-spirited indeed in his mirth. It's plain in his eyes that he's laughing at Esme, at the poor girl's confusion and fear. You hear the sirens, don't you ma'am? Then you'll surely understand why we don't have time for stopping. The youth seems to have found his manners along with his wits, even snapping the switchblade shut again after a moments consideration. Mebbe once the coppers let up we can let you go, but 'till then it'd do us all a great favor if you weren't to start screaming or crying or anything of that nature. The violinist offers her a little smile, this one seeming to show some measure of genuine amiability. He's not as rough-looking as his friends, indeed, you'd never expect just from looking at him that he'd run with such a motley crowd. Soft hazel hair combed back with neat, loving precision, a face that lends itself easily to youthful excitement, enough masculinity to be attractive without being entirely devoid of softness and warmth... At first glance he seemed no more or less than the very image of a nice, perfectly respectable young man, with the prettiest green eyes to boot. Those good looks are somewhat tarnished as the bullet tears it's way through back and front windshields, going right through his skull in the process. A spray of red and gray splatters against the tattered fabric of the seats, the violinist slumping over right into Esme's lap, blood drooling from the smoking hole in his temples. Letting out a swear not fit for repitation the lean one draws a machine gun out from beneath the seats, leaning out the window and sending a spray of blazing lead flying towards the blue copcar that had pulled up behind them out of nowhere, it's sirens silenced so they wouldn't notice until it was too late. The chase is on and poor Esme Oates is caught in the thick of it now. And she had thought seeing her singing at an underground speakeasy would have given her parents conniptions.
Thread: Shackles of Adventure ( Aisling & BtP )

With a groan Zintal woke from a dizzying sleep. His head was pounding, what had he been up to? Had he gotten black out drunk again? No, that can't be, he would need money for that. Something else then, did he lose a fight? No no...well lets start with what he can remember, where is he? His eyes, slowly growing accustom to the light, scan his surroundings. As they grow more focused his surrounding become more clear. Eventually his eyes find a sleeping female knight, instantly the fog in his head clears and he remembers everything. He was on a job, a dangerous one at that. Some wizard pulled a double cross on someone he owed a large amount of gold to and they were willing to forgive his debt take care of the wizard and even pay him a handsome fee to bring the wizard back in alive. And of course Zin here agreed, easy money! and who else would they ask? Non were more qualifed than him for this job. Sure they may be one or two...maybe even 3 people we were better fighters and sneaks than him, but Zin knew a thing or two about how magic worked and even had a nice little collection of magic items to help him out from time to time. While tracking the wizard down had not been easy he eventually managed to do it. And as always his luck seemed to determined to be horrible, as he happened upon the wizard he was hunting for at the same time some sword for the kingdom had, apparently this wizard hadn't just pissed off one of the bigger crime bosses of the kingdom, he had pissed of the kingdom as well. He and the swordswoman quickly ended up fighting with one another, neither willing to relinquish the capture of the wizard to the other. Alas they seemed to be evenly matched and all the commotion alerted the wizard to their presence. There had been a flash of light and then...he had woken up. So why the hell aren't we dead? He mumbled out loud, when something caught his eye. A mark on his wrist, much like a tattoo. One that hadn't been there this morning. NO....nononono...he muttered desperately to himself as he crawled over to the knight and examined her wrist, sure enough it held the same symbol. GAH! NOOOOO! DAMN IT ALL! he cursed in ever language and religion he knew. Why couldn't he have just killed me instead.
Thread: Shackles of Adventure ( Aisling & BtP )

Sorry for the short post. Kindle makes it hard to give long replies since it doesn't let me scroll down to keep typing. Groaning at the sound of someone cursing, Monica began to wake up. Will you shut up. It's too early for all of that. She moaned as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. As the white-haired knight began to remember what had happened, she muttered a few curses of her own. I hope all his food tastes like sand and his drink like piss. She growled angrily. Dusting herself off, the green-eyed woman stretched and began counting her weapons, making sure that the bounty hunter hadn't taken any of her treasures. Checking herself, she felt an odd tingling sensation on her wrist and looked down. Seeing the same mark, she gave a long sigh and put her head in her hands. If I'm dreaming, pinch me. She muttered as she looked up again. Oh for all that's good and holy! She exclaimed before striking out and kicking down a chair. They said they wanted him alive but they said nothing about me not being allowed to rough him up a bit. Monica said as she cracked her knuckles. Looking back at Zintal, she held out her hand. Come on. He already has a headstart. The sooner we catch him, the sooner we can get him to release us from this spell. She said softly.
Thread: Shackles of Adventure ( Aisling & BtP )

She was taking this rather well all things considered. She seemed to know what curse was placed on them, but from her reaction she didn't seem to know all the details. He was so frustrated with the knight when she offered him her hand he nearly felt compelled slapped it away. Never had he wanted to hit a woman so badly! well there was this one time in this bar on the north corner of the city, but even so this was a close second. Are you nuts? Do you know what this curse is? It's the Fate Chain curse! Not only are we forced to suffer one another company due to an inability to be more than about 50 feet away from one another, this curse is famous for being incredible flexible! he explained urgently A skilled mage can weave almost any kind of side effect imaginable into this curse. For all we know it will kill us if we leave this room! We need to figure out if there are any side effects to this, maybe see if there is anything left in this work place of his to remove it. He said looking around urgently, this chamber had once been the wizard's laboratory, when they arrived here it had been filled with all sorts of equipment and other powerful items. Much to the Zintal's dismay the wizard seemed to have taken everything with him. Damn it all. This is all your fault you know. If it weren't for you I'd be on my way to a debt free existence. Bloody knights sticking their noses in where they don't belong. Why on earth does the Kingdome want with this guy anyways?
Thread: Shackles of Adventure ( Aisling & BtP )

I know it's the Fate Chain curse, you numbskull! I'm sure the mark on our wrists explains it all! I'm atleast trying to be friendly since we'll be stuck together until we catch that mage! Monica snapped, her piercing green eyes staring into his. It was obvious that she was just as annoyed as he was. She just knew how to hide it easily. If he wanted us dead, we wouldn't be alive. Knowing how his mind works, he probably put some disgustingly perverted side effect into the curse. She said as she began to pace slowly. Hearing his question made her stop, her back facing him as she answered. We tried to not let the news spread but since you're in this now because of the curse, I might as well tell you. He's been charged with purposely cursing people with that plague that ran rampant three years ago, hypnotizing the princess into having sex with him, raping the ladies in waiting, along with stealing some of His Majesty's jewel and replacing them with charmed pebbles. She replied, not mentioning that the mage had nearly had his way with her once before someone caught him in the act and chased him off, releasing her from her binding spell.
Thread: A Sacrifice.

Airalee walked along the trail. Her steps slow, as though she was taking her time in getting where it was she was supposed to be heading. Postponing the inevitable fate she was left to bare. But it was for the best right? For the sake of her people. She closed her startling green blue eyes. Fanning out her thick black lashes over her creamy pale skin. She was the one, the sacrifice now since the original fell greatly ill. Try giving a female that is sickly to a beast. That wouldnt of worked and most definitely wouldnt of gone well as was. Her soft pink lips fell in a sigh. Feeling the warm spring breeze caress along the exposed skin of her arms and legs. Her soft blonde hair dancing around her nearly bare shoulders. She opened her eyes once more, and the gentle song of the birds above. She wore a simple dress of blue. A spring dress in fact, the straps thin, exposing the soft curve of her shoulders. the main body of the dress clung to her, though not to tightly, just enough to highlight the gentle contours of her young elven body. Her breast however strained against the material. A decent size one was sure. The skirt bellowed out, reaching around her knees, it was loose and danced along with the wind. Her legs were long, slender her feet wearing but sandals. an outfit that was rather simple at the least. And comfortable for the trek a few hours from her home. She was all but thankful it was a warm day. Airalee paused suddenly her eyes seeing upon the labyrinth beyond, a mesh of old time homes and crazy walls to keep intruders at bay. and those who dared venture in was easily lost within, they either died from starvation,traps or other causes. Or. Was killed by the beast that lived within its walls. The beast she was sent to serve, to please, to what ever the being wished of her. Something she herself wasn't looking forward in. Frowning she pressed on, eventually reaching the walls and gate. She swallowed nervously her eyes scanning for any sign of the beast. But for the moment she saw nothing. So she pressed on, entering further into the Labyrinth.
Thread: A Sacrifice.

Long had the Beast called the Labyrinth home. He had taken to it from the time of his adolescence, and quickly learned of the benefits that would come from his staying there. He hunted outside, killing, maiming and taking what he would. He was strong, cunning and magics had little effect upon him, so those who thought to drive him away, only found themselves upon the sharp edge of his axe. Eventually, a truce was struck between those who wished him gone, and he who wished to be left to his own devices. They would leave him to the Labyrinth, which he had already claimed as his home, and leave the creatures of the wood alone. In return, they would send a woman to him, to be his, to serve him in any way he desired. They would bring him food, they would sate his lusts, and tend to him. He agreed, and for many a year, the truce had been held. Every few years, once the last had been overused, and withered away, the people would send another woman to him. The last had passed away recently, and he knew that there would be another soon enough. He waited, impatiently, within the walls of his Labyrinth, waiting for the next. His eyes were closed and his breathing deep, as he waited, listening. This was His Labyrinth. He knew every turn and twist, every trap and feature. He knew every stone that littered it's passages. When he heard the sound of a crunch echoing through the walls, he knew that she had arrived. His ear twitched and his eyes opened, and he rose from his throne. He was taller than most Men, easily seven feet tall, with muscles that could crush stone. In his hand, held a great axe that could easily cleave a man in two, but he wore no clothes. He was strong, and was not bothered by the elements. Aside from his face, which was that of a bull, with great, pointed horns growing from each of his temples, the only other thing that drew attention, was the two shafts that hung between his legs. Each one, not even erect, hung half way to his knees. Behind them were not two, but four balls, each one the size of a large orange. There was a reason that the women sent to him only lasted a few years at the most.
Thread: A Sacrifice.

Airalee was chosen for a reason after the first one fell ill. She was still fairly young. Just reached the age to be wed. But that wasn't entirely the reason. there was something about the chemistry of her body. She was the one, even the small birthmark on her neck was the sign enough to prove she was the last resort for their people. If she was old enough years ago they wouldn't of sent the others to their demise. Her body was able to restore itself to an extent. Lacerations,bruising and sorts, took her nearly the same length to heal just barely by days apart. Though her body would restore her inter make. Like her maiden head or anything from with in with truth. Slowly she made way through the twists and turns of the Labyrinth. Her slender hands trailing along the wall, feeling the rough sands and stones of its make. She was in awe at such a grand standing structure. Having not been outside of the village much other then to train. like gathering water, hunting,farming the works that she would need to become the perfect wife, and mother. But nothing will ever prepare her for what was to come. Nothing would ease and calm the frantic race of her heart. Hello, ?she called out, her voice echoing along the long paths. She never seen this beast before, but what ever he may be sure had the village afraid. Biting on her lower lip she remember the sad faces, the fear alight in the elders eyes as he sent her on her way. It worried her greatly. Eventually she stumbled into the throne room. Her green eyes locking on the opposing beast of a creature. Causing her to still in the entry way. Her eyes couldn't help to stare at what he was. Half man Half bull. Huge, opposing, even what laid dormant between his legs took her for surprise. Never really seeing a mans sex, she knew though they had one yet he had two. and these things were huge even when soft. She swallowed dryly as her cheeks grew bright red. Embarrassed by what she saw.
Thread: A Sacrifice.

He had waited patiently, for the woman to arrive. It had taken her longer than he'd thought it would, but eventually she came into view. His eyes, keen, with a glint of intelligence in them roamed over her. She was slender, but her bust was large, her face was pleasing, but it was filled with fear. They were always filled with fear when they first arrived. Some tried to hide it behind a brave face, some tried to act haughty, or angry. All learned their place quickly enough. As it was, He had been waiting for this one for far too long. He could feel his flesh burn and tingle at being in her presence. His blood pulsed, and his body throbbed. He placed the great axe across his throne and took four great strides, closing the distance between them. He towered over the girl, looking down at her, his eyes locked on to hers. He took in a deep breath, inhaling her scent, learning it, if she ever tried to run away, he would be able to track her. A low noise rumbled from his throat, almost like a purr. You are mine now. He growled, his voice low and powerful, almost vibrating in her chest with it's bass. You will do as I say, or you will suffer. If you understand, then you'll begin by tending to my needs. He instructed, before his hand indicated to the shafts between his legs. The last has been gone almost a month. You will take up her duties... show me that you are worth my time.