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Thread: For The Love Of Football

And she could feel him becoming aroused from the affection they both were giving each other. She breathed in, breaking the kiss for a moment to catch her breath. She licked her lips gently and she gazed up to him and she touched his neck and cheek gently. Shall we head to the bedroom? She asked softly, Or stay down here? She cocked her brow before she leaned back up and captured his lips with her own this time and she leaned up as her fingers trailed down his chest gently before slipping up under his shirt to feel his chiseled chest.
Thread: For The Love Of Football

She followed him into the living room and she smiled as she sat down onto his lap, straddling him and she leaned down and begin to kiss his lips again. She breathed in, loving the feeling of his strong chest and arms. Her boyfriend never kept himself in shape, for her or even for himself. She pressed her breasts down against his chest and she leaned down to kiss his neck and kissed her way down his chest. Lifting his shirt as she nipped at his chest, licking down towards his pants slowly as she looked up to him.
Thread: For The Love Of Football

She smiled as he drew her back up to kiss him deeply and she breathed in, her arms resting on either side of his body against the couch and she breathed in softly. she pressed into his chest and she closed her eyes as she gave a soft moan. Even if they didn't do anything else, she enjoyed kissing him. She ran her fingers up to rest against his neck and chest as she nibbled on his bottom lip gently as she laid ontop of him.
Thread: For The Love Of Football

She smiled softly after the kiss broke and she slowly sat up just as she looked down to him and she bit her bottom lip. She blushed lightly and glanced away for a moment. Though she shrugged her shoulders, I don't think he really cares. She answered and she smiled down to him as she caressed his cheek gently. Thank you though. she shrugged and smiled.
Thread: For The Love Of Football

She looked down to him, returning the kiss before she gave a soft giggle as he nipped at her neck. Though she blushed at his words and she smiled, her hands resting on his chest gently. And I want to make you happy and feel good too. She said with a nod of her head and she kissed his lips once again before pulling back.
Thread: Amazon Warrior Slaves (Profiles)

Name I'm thinking the Amazonians will lack a surname Role Foreigners only Title Amazonians only Age Height Appearance Personality Brief History
Thread: Amazon Warrior Slaves (Profiles)

Name Captain William Stone Role Expedition security, former British army officer, leads a small team of security. Age 33 Height 6'4 Personality a man of honour fallen on hard times, who will honour a contract. Recent events have given him a cruel streak. Has no regard for other cultures. Brief history left the army after his wife and child were killed by rioting locals in a colony of the empire. Now an angry man trying to find his path again.
Thread: ...ιт'ѕ вєєи α ωнιℓє... αиѕєм125 & тαℓιи...

GONE. The messenger stated he had been shot and though he put up a good fight, he was gone now. Millicent didnt know what to do with herself, though she was still young, Life wouldnt be the same or rather, couldnt. Shed been carefree and outspoken, now she was quiet and reserved. Shed learned the place of a woman to speak when spoken to and only then if it required an answer. Her marriage to Edward had not been a happy one. Constant bickering, he blamed her for their lack of children and when she found him with the maid, she had threatened to leave. He drank and screamed at her telling her to leave if she wanted to. She hated how he chose to treat her, during their courtship and engagement hed been sweet and caring, always coming back for just one more kiss before finally parting ways. His death freed her but also saddened her it was odd. The drive wasnt long only from one town to the next and out into the countryside. Her youthful face peered out from under her wide brimmed bonnet. Bright green eyes moved over the hillside as they travelled over the terrain, this was home. She sighed it had been two years since she had been here yet everything looked the same. The lights in the foyer were lit as they were expecting her. Millie knew they knew little of what went on and she planned on only telling he was shot and killed and nothing more. Pale fingers moved up her head smoothing the dark locks into place and repining in spots. The hat that sat at a jaunty little angle was once more placed high upon her head as the carriage came to a stop. Taking the drivers hand slim gloved fingers wound around his as she moved to the ground and toward the front entrance. Timothy, and a servant she didnt know, removed her belongings from the carriage. Martha, the longtime maid, threw open the door and smiled down at her. Turning her head to the side she saw another familiar roof, she wondered about him and smiled. Her mothers voice reached her ears and broke the spell. Welcome home dear, Her mothers sad face came into focus a moment before she felt arms squeeze around her. You are still young enough to bear children at least. Her mother said softly. Millie remained silent. Go wash up and dress for dinner, your father is waiting. She only nodded slowly in response looking back to the other house.
Thread: Two very specific Fandom RP (deathnote+MtG)

Added a new category for the planeswalker chara sheet, tricks
Thread: Two very specific Fandom RP (deathnote+MtG)

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Thread: March Critique Session

Heads up Blue Moon Rpers! I'm pleased to announce that the weekend of Friday, March 16th - Sunday, March 18th, I'll be available to look over and critique anyone's work who is willing. Starting Friday morning and ending Sunday night, I'll be accepting work that adheres to the below. I'm making one change PM's were difficult to do. I'd prefer if you e-mailed me your document as an attachment so I can use what is called Track Changes. This works with any Microsoft Word program or Open Office. Please pay attention to the following Work must be no longer than 6 paragraphs roughly half a page normal-sized font if posted in a Word Document long. Please do not send a large block of text without paragraph breaks. Work can be fiction or non-fiction, but can be anything from a sweet YA to an erotic adult story to a memoir. Sorry, children's stories, while awesome, aren't accepted by Breathless Press Please send your work via e-mail. I will return your work with any comments or helpful changes by midnight Sunday East Coast US time at the latest. Please make the subject Blue Moon Crit so I know you aren't an acquisition submission and can give you priority. My e-mail is deadra.kriegerbreathlesspress.com Stories do not have to be complete to submit but if the story is not complete, please make a note of that in your message. If you work has great potential, you could receive an invitation to submit your entire story to Breathless Press for consideration to publish. Please, only one story per person to keep it fair. I will be running these crits every couple of months, so don't stress If you can't make it this time, there is always next time. Please remember that the critiques you receive in return are meant to be helpful. They are, in no way, an attack on yourself or your writing preference. If you do not feel you can take an honest crit, please do not submit. If, however, you believe you can handle it, BRING IT! I will never, ever say This sucks!. That is not a critique and is not helpful. Note All works are considered sole property of their author. They will not be shared, publicly posted, or tampered with in any way that violates the user's permission. By submitting your work, you are agreeing to receive a professional critique from a qualified editor. Submitting your work in no way guarantees publication. Non-fiction has recently become available at Breathless Press. It can now be submitted as a critique inquiry. Good luck and best regards! D. F. Krieger Managing Editor www.breathlesspress.com
Thread: March Critique Session

Just a reminder, tomorrow kicks off the start of the weekend long critique session. I'm looking forward to seeing what everyone has for me!
Thread: March Critique Session

Send me those files, baby! I'm ready and waiting! All weekend long....
Thread: House rules (missbubbles / skydive78)

Draco Malfoy was lurking, as he often did in the main corridors of the great school. Now out of favor with the dark lord he had too much time on his hands. As a.senior and tall anyway he had a good view of the throngs of students marking each out as they passed. Today though he noted a girl he had not noticed before, was she new? He could see no house colours amongst the crowd she was walking with. That he didn't recognise her meant she was not in slytherin, but he felt compelled to learn about her.
Thread: House rules (missbubbles / skydive78)

Lexi quietly made her way to class by herself. This was her first year at hogwarts after transferring from her school in the U.S. and she decided staying quiet and unnoticed was the best thing for her. Her robe was hanging over her arm and she was wearing a purple hoodie with the hood over her head. Strands of Lexi's bright red hair were shining through her hood as she quietly moved into her potions class. Sitting down in the back at a desk by herself she laid her robe in the seat next to her hoping no one would dare take the seat beside her.
Thread: House rules (missbubbles / skydive78)

Malfoy wached her head in the direction of potions, which fortunately was exactly where he was headed. He followed her in and saw her take a seat right at the back in the dimly lit room, here was a girl who wished to be alone. He saw a shock of bright red hair and he was curious, bright red hair suggested extrovert and yet her choice of seat suggested shyness. He couldn't resist it, he pushed her robe aside and slid into the seat next to her. Hello he said quietly without looking at her, he stared straight ahead.
Thread: House rules (missbubbles / skydive78)

She looked over at the boy quickly and had to suppress a low growl of annoyance. It was quite clear that she did not want company by the placement of her robe. Can I help you? Lexi asked as her dark brown eyes scanned over him. She already knew who he was by the bright blonde hair and slytherin emblem on his robe. She couldn't deny that the boy was attractive but Lexi didn't need any problems and a boy would be just that.
Thread: House rules (missbubbles / skydive78)

Draco looked at her, she had big beautiful dark eyes. I just thought i'd introduce myself, I dont believe we've met? He was even more curious, most girls would be delighted with his company.
Thread: House rules (missbubbles / skydive78)

Lexi looked away as he spoke. The girl was more then hungry and she wanted as much space from anyone as possible. Well go ahead if you must. Trying her best not to inhale she knew taking in a breath with someone this close would be a horrible idea.
Thread: House rules (missbubbles / skydive78)

There was something different about this girl and it stoked his interest. i'm Draco Malfoy, but you knew that already of course, and you are? he asked
Thread: House rules (missbubbles / skydive78)

He was right she already knew who he was. I'm Lexi. She spoke quietly hoping he would get the hint and go away. Unable to stop herself she bit her lip as she inhaled. Draco smelled more then delicious to her and the idea of drinking his blood was quickly on her mind. Lexi would be quickly kicked out of school the moment anyone found out she drew blood so she did her best to stare at the desk and take her mind off the sound of his heart beating.
Thread: House rules (missbubbles / skydive78)

She was pale and very pretty, but she was very tense. I'm very pleased to meet you lexi, are you alright, you don't look well?, anything I can do?. Asked Draco, placing his hand on her shoulder.
Thread: House rules (missbubbles / skydive78)

She looked over at his hand on her shoulder as if he was infecting her with something. Do you mind keeping your hands to yourself? If Draco didn't give her space he was going to be the one who didn't look well. Lexi bit her lip a little harder as she felt her fangs slip from her gums. She was wondering if this boy was testing her patience in some sick way.
Thread: House rules (missbubbles / skydive78)

This was unusual, he didn't expect aggression from a girl,.he was Draco Malfoy! He was tempted to scoff at her but something he sensed made him hold back, he removed his hand. Blimey Lexi, tetchy aren't we? What's your story?. He was genuinely fascinated by her now!
Thread: House rules (missbubbles / skydive78)

Still biting at her lip Lexi's now almost black eyes were staring into Draco's, Today is not the best day for me so maybe we could chat some other time. She tried her best to force a smile seeing that her ill behavior toward him was only making him talk to her more.
Thread: Into the Woods [AzelaxDreamer-]

Azela didn't feel so good, in fact her stomach was churning. Between the heat from the bond fire on her face, the loud music and her friends running around dancing, she thought she was going to lose the contents of her stomach. She stood up from her place next to the fire, her body swaying side to side. The alcohol probably didn't help either, it was after all, her first time ever drinking. Azela was just a young girl, freshly turned 19 a few months ago. She had always been the nerdy, shy girl who happened to have the most rowdy group of friends ever. They begged and pleded her to come on a camping trip with them, and after hearing about it the millionth time - she caved in. So here she was, stumbling away from camp to find a place she can relax and get all of this out of her system. It probably wasn't smart leaving camp dressed in just a part of shorts and a tightly fitting blue top. Her long brown hair was tied up behind her head and her green eyes were quite dilated. She suddenly tripped on a twig, landing on the ground with a rough thud. Stupi' stick! She slurred out of her mouth as she tired to push herself up only to find that she was just to tired.
Thread: A Heart Wrapped in Shadow

Name Audric Bourdette. Age 52 years old. Species Werewolf. Appearance Audric does not have an appearance really matching his noble origins wearing rather simple but effective clothing most of the time, with shaggy honey-blonde hair, and a thick stubble on his chin. Not to mention he almost always seems to be smoking -- something most of the time. On the job . Magic Fire. Personality Audric is very much a heart on his sleeve sort of soul, with a soft spot for those in need, and a healthy dose of confidence so strong it comes across almost as arrogance. He feels he is one of the best, so it was only natural that the Black Falcons accept him in to their ranks, and now he can push himself to be even better -- at least how he tells it. History The son of nobility, Audric's mother was the head of the Fire House. Yet it seemed that the life of the noble courts wasn't really for him. To the disappointment of his parents, he took more to the life of a mercenary, and had set out to be an independent mercenary. Though, as one might have expected, misfortune befell the young eighteen year old noble when he ran afoul of a werewolf. Barely surviving the encounter in one piece, he himself became infected with the disease, and found himself afflicted by the curse of the beast. If anything this drove him on, using his new-found immortality to practice magic more and more. His parents were shocked, to say the least, at this development, and despite his father's protest his mother still claimed their son as the primary heir. Yet what kind of effect would an immortal heir have on the family line?
Thread: A Heart Wrapped in Shadow

As the capital of the world's most prosperous nation, the city of Senvale is full of extravagant wonders. At the very center of the city is the Palace of the Sun, the home of the royal family and the seat of government, whose proud white towers can be seen for miles around. Outside the walls of the palace you will find some of the most expensive homes in the world--some extravagantly flaunting the wealth of their owners, some refined and tasteful and all the more expensive for it. Going out farther you'll find the service districts, an entire economy of tailors, jewelers, artists, actors, all of whom make their living off the nobility. Still farther from the center are more humble and diverse establishments, whose prices are more within the range of the middle and lower classes. Then at last you have the slums, clinging to the outer walls of the city like a parasite, where desperate people struggle to survive any way they can. If you continue on the road south out of Senvale, past even the slums, and take a narrow path that branches off to the west, you will eventually come upon a most unusual structure--more a cave than a building, whose rough stone walls seem to have risen from the dirt of their own accord. At the front of this building are double doors of fine wood, with a large stylized falcon of the blackest iron affixed to the left door. On the right door is a small golden plaque, on which are engraved the words Black Falcons Success Rate 100
Thread: A Heart Wrapped in Shadow

Whatever he was expecting, it probably wasn't for the door to shatter as someone was thrown through it from the other side, landing on the ground and rolling along the ground. As they did, the shape of their body changed radically, flowing like water. A head and torso rose from the swirling mass, and what remained nearest the ground formed into legs. Another man who stood just inside the building examined the broken door and gave a low whistle. Moe is not going to be happy to hear that you broke the front door. I broke it? You're the one that threw me. Yeah, but it was your body that actually hit the door and broke it. At this point, the man still inside took notice of Audric and gave him a slight nod. Do you need something? Got a job for us? He pointed towards a passage to his left. You need to talk to Modya. He's that way. Oh, and I hope you're rich. Without paying Audric any more mind, the two men resumed their debate over whose fault the shattering of the front door was. The Black Falcons were best known for their flawless track record, but almost as well known for their complete disrespect for their clients. Only the wealthy could afford their services, and most of the Falcons had been born in poverty, so they rather enjoyed lording over the upper classes when they had the chance.
Thread: A Heart Wrapped in Shadow

Oh, I'd say I'm quite rich friend. A wolfish grin spread across his slim and pointed jaw, If not just for the treasury of the Fire House, my own accounts would more than suit -- were it that I wished to hire you. Brushing away some of the dust generated by the shattering of the door, he spared both men a simple nod, and tip of his hat. Stepping through the now conveniently opened door, a development which had been most assuredly unexpected, his walk had slowed once again. Slow and methodical, the heels of his boots had metal strips that had been added for durability, and traction they now made a slow clicking on the floor as he walked. He was wary, to say the least. He was stepping in to their home, their den. One of the most successful outfits of mercenaries in -- anywhere. Few could boast a reputation like that of the Black Falcons. Those that could were usually quite large, and quite exclusive. The kinds who would happily take nobility in to their ranks, but who would more than hesitate at the prospect of taking a werewolf on amongst them. These men and women were different. They knew what worked, which was attested to by the fact that they were alive, well-established, and likely had more than enough gold coming in to supply them with what they needed and desired. Heading down the passage to his left, he removed his hat, and tucked it under one arm as he reached his destination eyes locking on the first person whom he saw who looked at least midly important. Are you Modya? He began, I am Audrice Bourdette, mercenary, magic user, and -- He smirked, shrugging slightly in his self-assuradness. -- a fantastic lover of fine women.
Thread: A Heart Wrapped in Shadow

The green-haired elf glanced up from the book he had been reading, then resumed his reading. Audric Bourdette... the next Duke of Elhar. Since so many of the Falcons' missions were at least partly political, Modya thought it prudent to keep track of the major players. And this man had made quite a stir. You are, as you've said and I've heard, a fairly competent mage and mercenary yourself. I wonder what you might need of us that you cannot accomplish yourself. After a moment's pause, he lowered the book again, his brow furrowing. Had he heard a crash a little while ago? He'd learned to tune out any noise that didn't sound catastrophic. Even then, he had precious little quiet time to himself. Those idiots broke the door again, didn't they? He sighed and dropped the book on his desk. He couldn't concentrate on reading when he knew he had to replace the door, and he couldn't deal with the door until he dealt with this potential client. Modya got to his feet, his grey eyes looking down on the man. He had lived in Lucenia more than twenty years, but it never failed to amaze him how short humans were. Even the ones that were considered tall were just less short. Dasia was populated almost exclusively by elves, orcs, and hybrids of the two, all of whom averaged six and a half feet. Word is you've been out of the country. What business brings you back to Lucenia? And if it has anything to do with your comment about women, I doubt we can help you.
Thread: A Heart Wrapped in Shadow

With a shake of his head, Audrice grinned, For some of the most successful mercenaries of the world you really all are quite assuming. He shook his head, Watching you in an ambush would be humurous. Looking up to the elf, the nobleman-turned-mercenary seemed rather nonplussed about the height difference between he and the elf before him. He had spent time in Lucenia, briefly traveling, do mercenary work where it paid, and even catching the eye of a young Elven baserving girl for a time. Yet despite his outward appearance, it was still a sight to behold when an pure-blood Elf stood at full height. Fishing beneath his cloak, he retrieved one of his hand-wrapped cigars, placing it lightly between his lips, and producing a bright flicker of orange flame on his palm to light it. Quickly extinguishing the flame, he took a relaxing drag of the tobacco, and leaned casually against the wall while still maintaining eye contact though he had to look up to do so with Modya. Letting out a wispy cloud of smoke, he finally spoke again after a long moment of silence. If I were in need of handling a problem, I doubt I would be so lacking in skill as to need to outsource it. He shrugged, As well as the simple fact that nobility does not oft' help their reputation to be seen in the company of mercenaries, even ones such as yourself, and so it would be far more prudent of me to work through a messenger should I wish to hire your services. He took another relaxing drag of the tobacco. I do not wish to hire you, Modya. He shook his head, that same wolfish grin still present, if slightly diminished, I heard you are in need of -- helping hands? He quirked a brow, punctuating his statement with another drag of his cigar before leaving it hanging there between loosely closed lips.