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Thread: Psychotic (for Liam Dale)

Smiling in return, Greiver picked something out for them. He wasn't really bothered about what since it was all tasty and he knew how to cook it, since it was all labelled up for him. Lance was correct about Greiver having his own speed though - he was either rushing about like an exuberant child or padding around languidly. When he wasn't being excitable Greiver was pretty laid back - beneath those more prominent quirks his personality was actually pretty strong, but with his psychosis and the quirks that came of it, he was rarely seen in those times when he was more himself. Times like this when he was more confident and tired it was easier to see that despite whatever was wrong with him there was a calmer side to him. His excitement at having a new housemate had set him pretty hyper the day before though. That's okay. He assured with a comforting look. I'm still learning what I like as well. He may have picked his favorite so far but he was always trying new things because he didn't know what he did or didn't like. Until then Greiver would stuff him full of hot chocolate because it was his favorite, and even if it didn't turn out to be Lance's favorite the other man at least seemed to like it well enough. Soon enough there were steaming mugs in front of both of them and a random meal selection turning round and round in the microwave. In the meantime Greiver stretched and yawned again, reaching his hands high into the air and slumping forward with a heavy sigh. We'll find out what food you like best. Greiver promised after a moment. So far the food I like best is chicken, usually in a salad. I don't mind spicy food but I'm a bit picky about it, and I'm not a fan of greasy food though I don't mind having it now and then. I'm not really allowed it at the moment though, since I'm supposed to be putting on weight healthily. He examined his too-thin wrists idly. I'm sure you'll get put on a diet plan too - if you're not already. All the food premade was healthy enough, so it'd probably be alright for Lance. If nothing else you'll have some recommendations to make sure you're healthy. He slurped his hot chocolate.
Thread: Journal (Comments/Replies Welcome)

Just a place for me to write. I guess this is a test post? Yeah. That's what this is. Testing. 119 I can feel my fingers slipping from you in the way that birds from rooftops fly first falling, then reaching. The fact that I cannot correctly hold the shifting shape of your attention should not come as a surprise, and yet it does. The sting of inadequacy is a timid and careful thing in the way it roosts--it sneaks and creeps as if nothing, then comes together in certain steps and lands, here, all at once. It is you, love. The painting that never defines itself from brush strokes, the voice that rings uncertain until called. I swear I felt more or less whole until you sat, heavy, in the hold of my open mouth, calling down to the gaping emptiness of my imperfect and unwanted body. I was always the one who wanted so you lead me to believe that the wanting was a thing you loved. Perched on the ground beside my rotting flesh, you promised in quiet whispers that my lack of plumage did not disgust you, did not remind you of a carrion beast left to wither in the sun and I was food to scavenge the moment you set your steady eyes and beating heart upon me. You were always the one who left so I believe you took some joy in leaving me. I learned to imitate your perfection while living on my knees, stealing crumbs from about your feet whenever the night cast shadows long enough to hide my shaking mouth and tired eyes. I think, perhaps, you read me wrong. I am not too proud to beg but settling for one-sided affection seems a cheap repose from what you swore even flightless birds deserve.
Thread: Journal (Comments/Replies Welcome)

119 There is a line that is set he will not cross it. I watch him sway to the right, the left, back again, forth. There is a line I've drawn into his skin he will not wash it away. Hard and aching, he is as ripe as grapes that hang heavy on the vine, like rare fruit not touched by hands like mine. I want to grasp a thing he keeps inside his chest, violent like a caged bird and yet as empty and open as secrets that yearn to be told. He paints himself a martyr, bound by hand and foot, nails not yet through his palms but still hovering. He paints himself like Saturn, devouring the corpse of his son, mouth dripping with blood like juice from the harvest I will not reap. He calls me disciple so I will call his Father 'Father,' I will call him Brother, I will beg for forgiveness and he will place me gently into the jaws of Abaddon, gently into ice. I will--within my becoming--become the thing he needs most to hurt him and he will call me Judas, but I have always been the cross. I have always been cast in gold around his neck, I will always bear him to his ascension with a back that does not break, carrying his rebirth like a mark upon my soul. His muscles strain and the poetry is written where his sweat trails, slicking his skin and stinging his eyes. Even Atlas did not strain so beautifully when Earth was placed upon his shoulders, even Elhanan's hands could not have wavered so patiently. I want to scribe my name against his ribs, dig my hands beyond his skin and whisper the promises of my Mother's Mother against his spine. I want to live as wild creatures do, pounding at the pull of his need. For me, he is ruined. For him, I am made. There is a line that is set he is bound by it. The weight of him is heavy in my palm and I want to taste the marrow of his bones. There is a line I've drawn into his skin he begs to see it burn.
Thread: Journal (Comments/Replies Welcome)

121 Sometimes, I am greedy when you and I touch. Not because its not enough, but because I still feel as if youll fade and be gone when the break of day pushes through the hushed promise of my citys graceless night. Curled on my side, you curved against my chest, I slip my fingers to the back of your long neck and grip as well as nearly sleeping will let me. Forehead to temple, I press my lips to the side of your face and wish with all of myself for this not to end please, God, never again, and with all that I am I pray for your gentle lifes continuity. Fingers cupping your jaw, I write out the words pounding in my chest against the slope of your cheek, because sometimes saying it out loud is too muchbecause sometimes Im so scared of losing everything that I choke on the feeling of impending martyrdom and my back is too much like the shape of a cross for kindness. I take what I can while I can, a child with the memory of hunger imprinted on my skin.
Thread: Journal (Comments/Replies Welcome)

It is a lonely creature that stands at night and thinks, Am I the end? It is a lonely man that sits by day and thinks, Have I begun? The change is not easythese things never are the creature hes become is unknownthese things tend to be. His unmaking is slow and painful, black-breached birth witnessed only by an empty sky and the slow burn of earth, hunger, sweat, demand. Remarkable little things, they are. The gravedigger has never kept pets, but the fox and the young buck seem to be adapting. Its odd, the sense of family that stands next to secrecy, the lack of guarding against being found. They know, so he is known, and its a slow fear that curls in his gut at needing as much as he is needed. They watch him from empty eye sockets and he stares back like broken life is better than an empty skull. The emotion is unwelcome. At times, he wonders what it would be like to snap their fragile necks, one in each hand. Bones in his mouth and beneath his boots, he wonders how long the dolls will remain unbroken. At this, the creature does rear its gnarled head and whisper, No. It would seem their porcelain fantasy is safe, for now. He sequesters the need for flesh in secret touches and brushes of skin, wondering in absent moments if there is a way to claim without consuming. Late at night, in his separate bed, he lies awake with only silence as his companion and looks to his hands. The gravedigger has never seen blood, there, but he can see clearly, so clearly where his flat palm pressed to the clammy pale of ones back, and the place a well worn callous brushed, through cloth, a dusting of dirt from anothers frozen cheek. He slips his fingers into his mouth and runs his tongue against the palm of his hand it feels like betrayal, but the taste is sweet. Mine. It is a knowing creature that stands at night and thinks, I am the end. It is a knowing man that sits by day and thinks, I have begun. In the curl of eternity and weightlessness and light and sound, he has discovered this hell is empty and all the devils are here. In the single bead of eternity and pressure and darkness and silence, the Gravedigger has discovered this so is God, for he has made Him.
Thread: Rape [m/m f/m]

I'm interested in maybe playing the victim in the second scenario. pm me if you'd like to discuss it.
Thread: Demon harem, breeding/spawning, tempting humans

are you aware you cant read the word Demon in any of those?
Thread: Demon harem, breeding/spawning, tempting humans

No I'm not sure what you mean are you saying the word isn't showing up on your screen? Because it is showing up on mine.
Thread: Cyberpunk Futaxfemale, incest, prostitution, etc....

Well can you Pm me With more details on the second Plot ... i liked it but i wanna understand more please
Thread: Come And See [Apocalypse plot thread, still recruiting 3-4 more people]

Bump! Still recruiting!
Thread: Come And See [Apocalypse plot thread, still recruiting 3-4 more people]

posting interest, just need to come up with a good character
Thread: Come And See [Apocalypse plot thread, still recruiting 3-4 more people]

Okay. Well here's the CS thread when you're ready.
Thread: Come And See [Apocalypse plot thread, still recruiting 3-4 more people]

Bump again
Thread: Come And See [Apocalypse plot thread, still recruiting 3-4 more people]

I have just read this and would like to join if it is still open. I'll check back after dinner.
Thread: Come And See [Apocalypse plot thread, still recruiting 3-4 more people]

Yup it's still open! Go ahead and post your cs in the appreciate thread.
Thread: Come And See [Apocalypse plot thread, still recruiting 3-4 more people]

Double post go! Posted some newly accepted characters in the ooc up there. Just waiting for Sirix or The Creator to post a character and we can get started. If one or both of you could PM me please, I'd like to talk to you about alignment if you're seriously looking at joining. I just don't want our group to be overwhelmingly one alignment and right now we are.
Thread: Come And See [Apocalypse plot thread, still recruiting 3-4 more people]

Name Katy Mallory Age 25 Gender female Country andor StateProvince of Origin Colorado Appearance Katy has long red hair, green eyes, 5 foot 6 inches, and athletic build. Ability Elementalist- Air, Water, Earth, Fire. Kate must be touching the elemental source before she can use it. She keeps a flint striker, bag of dirt with pebbles and two small sealed acrylic bottles -one of air and one of water in different pockets so that she can use her ability when she needs to. Brief background Kate went to church with her parents from her birth until she was in high school. When she was in high school became a member of the Wild Life Conservation Club. The WLCC went on many weekend trips to various places to watch and record wild life. When Katie went to college, she did not have the time or so she felt and thought. At this time of her life her main focus was getting excellent grades and working towards her degree. As time went on, Kate drifted farther and farther from her beliefs that she had as a child. Personality Katy was a warm gentle person who is a pacifist and would do anything to avoid a fight. Now she is very cautious and wary of anyone that she does not know. She has develop a keen sense of self preservation and now knows that her very life is in danger. Yet all she has to do is to accept the mark of the Beast or of God. She has not decided which way to go. Location at beginning of the game Oxford, England
Thread: Come And See [Apocalypse plot thread, still recruiting 3-4 more people]

Free bump, and feeling excited about this! Oh, and Creator? I'd suggest finding an excuse to be in England at the start fo the game. The other two characters are there, so it's slightly less work to get everyone together. Maybe she was doing a study abroad semester?
Thread: Come And See [Apocalypse plot thread, still recruiting 3-4 more people]

I have editted my CS.
Thread: Come And See [Apocalypse plot thread, still recruiting 3-4 more people]

Creator I need you to read over my PM regarding your character before she can be accepted. I sent it on the first and though tracking doesn't have it as unread it doesn't have it as read either. I think you may have accidentally deleted it, so I can send it to you again if you need me to.
Thread: Come And See [Apocalypse plot thread, still recruiting 3-4 more people]

Ok........
Thread: Come And See [Apocalypse plot thread, still recruiting 3-4 more people]

As I thought, I deleted the PM. I don't keep them and usually delete them fairly quickly.
Thread: Come And See [Apocalypse plot thread, still recruiting 3-4 more people]

Re-sent the PM then.
Thread: Come And See [Apocalypse plot thread, still recruiting 3-4 more people]

Will send in CS soon.
Thread: The Chronicles interest check

I have an RP that I would love to see get off ground. It is about a community of vampires that was divided up by the young and old. The old vampires were killed or somehow was chased out of this secluded area. The teens were sentenced to die but not all of them have died. There are two who bought up all of the properties except one. That one is owned by person or persons unknown. I have many twists and turns for this RP, including the sale of pets and unheard of products. But first I want to know who would be interested in this Vampyre Community.
Thread: Protecting the Status of our House (Ancient Rome, extreme)

Hello, I assume that since your request is still out there, no one has had the courage to take you on. That said, let me say that I am not intimidated. I am also unimpressed by what is mistaken for literacy by most folks on role play boards. Literacy means skillful use of language, not the quest of wordiness. I prefer two sentences well written to 5 pages of fluff that does not contribute to the plot. I love sex, and in character, I am more than happy to play any human character, be it male, or female, dominant is my preference in males and extremely submissive in females. I will happily experiment with fanciful characters as well, but they must be well defined. That said, I want a coherent well written plot that is believable, even if it is fantasy. Sex should have a setting and a reason for happening. I am a romantic. I love to be the hero and the whole reason for a woman's existence, and I'm not afraid to be sure she knows that. I also love historically based role play, and have a better than average understanding of ancient Roman culture. For this reason I find your request all the more interesting. I only hope that you are looking for more than pure smut. I am not interested in that. Hot as hell...definitely ! but just just empty sex you can keep. I have in the past been a voracious writer posting as many as 30 times a day, however I am no longer looking for that. I have been away from RP for over a year. I am looking for one or two RP's with a select few partners. I will put up with your inconsistencies as long as you stay in contact, and write enough to keep me interested. If you are gone long enough that I have to reread my last post to remember it I won't like it. Most important, If you are unhappy, tell me why BEFORE you disappear. I will give you the same courtesy. One last thing, If you are a grammar Nazi you will have to learn some forbearance. I make every effort to write clearly, but I do make mistakes. If I have to edit every post twice to keep you happy its no longer fun. I will forgive your mistakes as well. If after all this diatribe you are still interested, please reply.
Thread: Protecting the Status of our House (Ancient Rome, extreme)

Bump for the weekend!
Thread: To Tread The Straight & Narrow (Mister King & Zoraida)

Zahal, Knight of the Order, strode out of the village and surveyed the gorgeous mountain range before him, ready for this quest. A strapping man of age 25, his short black hair rustled in the breeze as Zahal hiked to his destination. He stood tall at six feet, and the folds of his armor lay hints at the muscled stature they defended. The sharp blue eyes of the crusader took in every detail the forest offered Zahal would not miss out on his prey. Roughly a month earlier the Order received a plea from a remote village, begging for assistance against a predator that had its eyes on them. Livestock regularly went missing, property was often destroyed, and they had even lost contact with some of their villagers. Zahal was more than willing to come to their defense, and a fire burned in his heart that could only be sated through the extermination of evil. He was no newcomer to the act of slaying evil beasts, and his purity of mind and the sanctity of his body he would be around to slay many more. The tracks the monster left behind implied it came from the east, and Zahal followed the trail up towards the mountains. A snapped branch here, a few mud prints there, and slowly but surely the knight closed in. After a couple hours of progress that took him a fair bit north, Zahal uncovered a trail among rustled leaves that headed upstream by a nearby brook. He followed it a half kilometer until it curved around an outcropping of rock. When the knight peered around it, he discovered ... a cabin. That was unexpected. Keeping his eyes and ears wide open, Zahal snuck towards the building, being sure to stay out of sight. When he reached the walls, he peeked through a window and saw no one. There were no signs of anyone inside, as the lamps were out and the door locked, so the knight helped himself in. He smashed the lock off with the hilt of a knife and began to methodically search the cabin. Any clues to the monster's location would be invaluable.
Thread: To Tread The Straight & Narrow (Mister King & Zoraida)

While she wasnt exactly the most subtle creature, Elowen was more than irritated to find a human on her land. She was the Lady of this land and someone had just broken into her private cottage. She didnt use it often unless she really wanted to get away from the business of her court but still. A simple sack of semen in a tin can was not something she wanted to see when she returned for the first time in months. She stooped low and slowly crept up to him before she examined one paw and carefully sheathed its claws before she very swiftly and roughly batted it against his head. Perhaps batting wasnt exactly the best word to describe the scenario though as it was the blunt force of a large, heavy paw that had taken him down. She gave an exasperated sigh as she adjusted some of the gems around her neck, her garb, jewelry, and long, well-groomed hair very easily pointed to her nobility. Now was time to figure out what she would do to this man. Seeing as she was used to the only best as far as male seed went, milking him herself was very far out of the question. She then began to consider giving him as a gift to one of the girls back at her much larger manner. Something spurred inside of her, however. Was Elowen the kind of woman to throw someone to the dogs, or manticores if you will, when she hadnt even a clue as to why he had come all this way? There wasnt a human settlement in miles so why would he have come here? The girl then silently cursed under her breath as she snagged the rope that she had lumped up in the closet. She lifted the man over her shoulder. Although the added weight of his armor made him surprisingly heavy, it hadnt been too much of a burden for her. She plopped the man down on a chair in her basement and carefully removed any weapons on his person before tying him up tightly to the chair. After that was when she had to wait. She stood there in front of him with her arms crossed over her ample chest, one of her hips jutted out in one direction as she tapped her paw on the floor, her back nails gently clicking against the hardwood floor as she waited for the mysterious human to come back into consciousness. She hoped she didn't have to wait for long, otherwise she would grow bored of the man and simply take anything on his person, fly him out to the highest mountains, and dump him somewhere snowy. If he became a strange, frozen statue it would still be a more merciful death than a life of endless milking from any other manticore. He had also been fortunate to not have caught her with anyone of her court. Otherwise she would not be acting so generous seeing as she would never want to be seen as merciful.
Thread: To Tread The Straight & Narrow (Mister King & Zoraida)

thump Zahal went out like a light. Almost a half hour later, the knight began to stir. Something wasn't right. He lifted his arms to stretch, but they were bound behind his back. After a second of testing his bonds, his eyes suddenly opened and he yelled at his captor, his voice unmistakably angry, Unhand me, wretch, or by all that is holy I will strike thee dow- His voice left him as his gaze fell upon the being before him. Her paws, wings, and infernal tail clearly betrayed her inhumanity, but Zahal couldn't deny she was ... arousing. Her perfect skin framed a beautiful face that was regal and dignified despite the frustrated pout it currently wore. Just below her head heaved two gorgeous breasts that Zahal ached to adore and fondle with his hands. The beast's belly was slim and toned, at its physical peak no doubt because of a very active life. Gazing down the creature even further, Zahal took in her lovely legs, intersecting enticingly at her pert pussy. Then, Zahal's mind wrested control away from his boner as he realized what his captor was or rather, wasn't wearing. The slut was all but naked! Only the tips of her substantial chest were held back by a bra, and a pitiful leather thong only covered the folds of her enticing crotch. Zahal averted his eyes from the voluptuous wench, and addressed her with a voice that dripped disdain, Cover yourself, harlot! For the love of god, have you no shame!?
Thread: To Tread The Straight & Narrow (Mister King & Zoraida)

Her only response was a hiss before her tail twisted around one leg of the chair, tipping it backward abruptly but not causing it to fall and assuring it didnt. Oh, harlot? Is that any way to introduce yourself to the duchess of this land? Furthermore is there anything I should be shameful about? Your society has women bound in clothes. Too much and they are prudish and too little and they become whores, hmm? I dont think I much like that, especially for someone very pathetically sporting quite the tent of human man meat. I didnt even have to use my tail and youre worked up. She spat before letting the chair sit back up so that she could begin to pace the floor, And my final suggestion is that you cease your inquiry until you answer my question. That very question is simple, what are you doing here? She crossed her paws back over her chest and waited for an answer, that cold gaze making it obvious that she wasnt about to wait for too long before something worse would happen. Still, she thought of what would happen had one of the other girls had stumbled upon him. She would surely be begging for release as they milk him until he was dry. She merely wanted to know why he had come here and if she should take this as a direct threat to her land. In which case shed gladly bring back the time of war between monsters and humans that her mother had given her life for. Really someone ought to teach you some manners. So answer this question for me or I will slowly maim you heh or perhaps Ill get you more worked up to cause a certain amount of pain where I know itll hurt.