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Thread: Noxians Being Noxians || ƒeral x Kaybee

Katarina snorted at Draven, and leaned back despite that she could not possibly smell the alcohol on his breath from so far away. And what would you know about being an assassin? She shot back. You need ten thousand people cheering you on to so much as twirl an axe! Another swig of the bitter drink, And even now I've never missed what I was aiming at. It was a technical escape, but it was an escape... Her eyes flicked to Darius as he growled out a warning but continued undeterred. Can you even kill someone who fights back Draven? That's what your job is after all, killing people who can't fight back because you're just not good enough to take on someone who can-! Later on she would blame the alcohol on how she raised her voice, but even though there was already a haze of it over her senses to be expected given the zaunite label on the bottle she'd been swigging from it was not so much that she would have made such a slip in other circumstances. Draven simply knew to get under her skin, and had incredible persistence in doing so to boot. Still, Katarina's shouting was cut off quite sharply as Darius leaned over and knocked his brother upside the head, stunning Draven into momentary silence with it's force and stunning Kat into the same state with it's unexpectedness. Then the redhead turned her nose up at Draven and sat back down, taking another long drink from the bottle at her hand and blowing one errant crimson lock out of her eyes. I could take you on with my hands tied behind my back you simpering idiot. She blinked, and looked at Darius. Isles... I could take you on even if you had your brother to back you up. No offense to you Darius... It was less that she considered Darius to be as low as Draven, and more that she viewed him at least as capable of giving her a good fight while Draven would add practically nothing to his Elder Brother's strength.
Thread: Noxians Being Noxians || ƒeral x Kaybee

Draven seemed absolutely scandalized by Katarina's accusations. My lovely audience watch me because I'm good at killing. Beheading is art. It is drama. It this something a mere assassin like you would never understand. He declared, downing his goblet in one long swig. And if it's a fight ya want, Draven will give you a fight. He roared back rowdily, standing up, a hand on the table, looking ready to get into a fist-cuff. Darius, of course, wasn't about to see his name disgraced by all three of them being thrown out for public violence. The renowned warrior, for the first time tonight, smiled. The hardened lines of his square jaw and dark brows tightening, looking quite intimidating even whilst smiling. Deal. He remarked simply, gaze turning predatory as he eyed the youthful assassin. While Katarina was hardly a juvenile, she was younger than the seasoned commander by at least a decade, and her relative inexperience showed as she allowed her better judgement to be crowded by alcohol. Calmly Darius stood, all but towering over the assassin. One versus two and with your hands tied behind your back? Bold move, Du Couteau...Now, shall I tie them for you or will you do it yourself. He smirked, waiting patiently. Draven was about to grumble something about how he could easily take Kat on without these restrictions, but one meaningful glare from his brother silenced his tongue. The elder Noxian considered to smile, eyeing Katarina much like a cat eyed its next meal. The night had suddenly gotten that much more interesting.
Thread: Looking to play as an Animanga F/Shemale (All welcome!)

That's from Demon King Daimao, isn't it? I'm super in, anything could work except maybe specific canons depends, really. I'm a gamer, but I don't know about some games -like Persona 4 So, PM me m8.
Thread: Office Daze (Niah & Potatolord)

Zoey Lines walked back and forth around the empty office block, her heels echoing off the expensive wooden floor. Her boss was making her work late tonight and she had so many tasks to do, that the young woman was worried about completing them all. Every time that she finished one, the list just seemed to increase that bit more. It didn't help that almost every important piece of paperwork that she needed, was situated in a different part of the bloody building! Why can't anyone learn to file properly?! She whispered to herself in an annoyed fashion. Once again she found herself searching around aimlessly, before finally coming across what she needed. Zoey then marched back to her boss' office and closed the door behind her. The woman hadn't even had chance to go home and change into something more comfortable. It was already dark outside and normally at this time she was snuggled up on her sofa, in a nice comfy pair of leggings and a baggy t-shirt. However instead she was here, working her ass off in her awkward work clothes. A tight black pencil skirt that reached down to just above the knees and went up to just below her breasts. Along with a white shirt that also fit snugly, which was tucked into said skirt. The buttons on her blouse were undone slightly, providing an attractive cleavage for her size thirty-four D breasts. The outfit in general clung to her body, which only accentuated her figure. Then to top it all off there were the smart black heels that were beginning to hurt her feet. Zoey had just turned twenty-five and was mixed race, her mother was Korean and her father was white. She had dark brown eyes, long straight brunette hair and pale, milky white skin. Her Asian features were softened slightly by her father's Caucasian DNA, but she was still a pretty woman. Zoey exhaled a sigh as she attempted to arrange all of her work into some sort of order. It wasn't that she disliked this job. I mean she was given the opportunity to work alongside some of the most powerful business men and women in town. However she'd be lying if she said that it wasn't challenging at times. Her boss knew what she wanted and had a set of standards that Zoe had to adhere by. As if things weren't stressful enough, she had the added pressure of her boss' son. A teenager full of raging hormones who had already made several suggestive moves on her. Zoey had to admit, she had been quite flattered and found the young man very attractive. However he was barely legal and the son of her boss! There was too much at stake for her go messing around, she didn't want to get fired! Zoey gave an exasperated sound of frustration. She was stood with her back to the office door and placed her hands on the wooden table. Zoey leaned over the desk slightly, her eyes scanning through the paperwork. She refused to sit, knowing her luck she'd just get comfortable before realizing that she needed to get back up in order to retrieve something else. So for now she remained like this, double checking that all of her necessary documents were in one place finally.
Thread: Office Daze (Niah & Potatolord)

David was a young man, barely turning 18 this year with beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes. His mother was a big shot, one of the main bosses running the entire company. David had been sort of an apprentice, learning the business curves under her mother's guidance. So, it wasn't a surprise for David to spend a lot of time in the office. Nevertheless, he was a teenager with raging hormones. Zoey, her mother's assistant had caught his eye multiple times. He had tried flirting with her multiple times and had even accidentally touched her a couple of times. Zoey had always rejected his advances and had even told him off. But he knew that Zoey wouldn't dare to openly oppose him, after all he was still her boss' son and with a little word from him, he could easily get Zoey fired. David was wearing a pair of denim jeans with a casual tshirt. It was already late and his mother had asked him to go to the office to get a document since he was in that part of the town. He made his way up to his mother's office but there was someone else in there. He saw Zoey standing there with her hands on the wooden table. She didn't even notice him. He knocked on the door so to not startle Zoey, Hey Zoey, you are still here? Its pretty late already. What are you doing? You should be at home.
Thread: Office Daze (Niah & Potatolord)

Zoey turned as she heard a knock on the door. She hadn't been expecting anyone, however it wasn't unlikely that a co-worker or security guard may have come to check on her. As she turned to see though, Zoey discovered that it was none other than her boss' son. David... She quickly stood up straight and gave him a friendly smile in order to greet him. I'm working, your mother needed some important paperwork finishing by the end of this week, so I'm on overtime. What are doing here? His mother had gone out to dinner with the board of directors. So if David had come expecting to find her, he would be leaving disappointed. The young woman began to walk back around to the other side of the desk, collecting the pieces of paper up as she went. She was pretty sure that this was all that she needed. Your mum's gone do dinner I'm afraid... was there anything important that you needed?
Thread: Office Daze (Niah & Potatolord)

David was already having a very hard on under his pants. It was obvious as a bulge begins to form near his crotch. He was trying his best to suppress his thoughts but clearly it was failing. Zoey was looking perfect and his hormones weren't much help. He walked towards Zoey and when he was doing that, Zoey was walking towards the other side of the table. He stopped directly behind Zoey, a mere few inches from her body. As Zoey bent forward to collect the papers, David's hand suddenly grabbed onto Zoey's waist and he pushed forward, his large bulge now rubbing against Zoey's ass crack. David started to quickly push his dick deep into Zoey's ass crack.
Thread: Office Daze (Niah & Potatolord)

David's actions had taken Zoey by complete surprise. Yes he had shown interest in her before, however he had never gone this far! Previously it had just been the odd suggestive comment or slight brush of the knee or backside. Generally nothing that she couldn't handle and he seemed to back off somewhat when she rejected him. However now here he was, shoving his groin into her backside without warning. Zoey instantly turned around and pushed him back. What on Earth are you doing?! She attempted to sound authoritative. Which was somewhat hard since he actually had her quite flustered. I thought I made myself perfectly clear last time, David. She added.
Thread: Office Daze (Niah & Potatolord)

David started cornering Zoey until she was against the wall. Then he moved forward until his body was directly in contact against her body. He grabbed both her wrists and pinned it against the wall, he was clearly physically more superior. He then moved forward and started grinding her crotch using his dick bulge. Yes, you made it perfectly clear that you were playing hard and you knew you wanted me. David whispered into her ear before bending forward, stuffing his tongue into her ear canal, licking and nibbling on her ear lobe, before licking her ear, leaving it a wet mess. David let go of Zoey's wrist and her hands immediately went to her back, sliding downwards to find the zippers to her pencil skirt. With ease, he grabbed it and unhooked it before unzipping it. With one quick motion, he pulled her skirt all the way down to her ankle.
Thread: Multiverse-style Escort Fantasy Ranch (Escorts Wanted)

Id play this.
Thread: Multiverse-style Escort Fantasy Ranch (Escorts Wanted)

I'd be in, both as a costumer and a fictional girl.
Thread: let no man steal your thyme || for xlilxmissx

The boy found her on the ramparts, arms clutched tightly about herself though she looked anything but cold. Sansa Stark, all pale skin and auburn tresses blowing wildly in the cruel Northern wind, was a statue wrought in flame. No true Stark shivered against the howl of winter. They stood proud, in solemn greys and defiant black, till Summer broke or they froze in place forever. Guardians of the North, keepers of the old ways, stubborn to the end. Twice, the boy had to call her name her title before she broke whatever compelled her to stare blankly into the horizon as if searching for a sun that never rose this far north, this deep into a winter that had barely begun. My LadyLady Stark! She frowned, almost smirked, before catching herself and turning near-transparent eyes to the trembling messenger. He could not be that much younger than she, but, well, she was a woman married and now the head of the noble House of Stark. Is it a wonder she saw everyone as children? Lannister . She almost corrected him. She was Lady Lannister now, wife to the Imp who was likely dead or rotting in the dungeons beneath the Red Keep. Sansa drew in a breath, summoning the air of resigned indifference that had been her cloak since Robert Baratheon died and took order and peace and all hope to his selfish grave. Speak, she said, her voice carrying clearly where the lad's had been swallowed by the frigid air. You are summoned, my Lady. The King waits for you at the Lord Commanders quarters. -- Jon opens the door, a deep line between his brows. His brown eyes, so much like her lost brothers', her sister's, her entire shattered family's, bears a message she could not read as he ushers her into the room, leading her to a chair drawn close to the warmth of the hearth. The raging fire, hot and inviting and almost a little stifling, was a luxury she knows he would not have indulged in if he had not been expecting her. He should not have bothered, but how could he have known that Sansa who used to love nothing more than to curl up by a fire could not get enough of the brittle cold now that she had finally found her way back to it? The cold meant snow, and snow meant home. She does not sit but instead gives a curtsy to the King, curt but shallow, almost impatient, and passes a glance between the two men. One stands taut, unreadable, while the other worries his glove, so obviously uncomfortable. Jon had aged with his new station, but he looks more a child now beside the battleworn Baratheon than he had ever been to Sansa. My Lord, she greets one of the Kings of Westeros, carefully acknowledging him without granting the title he had conferred upon himself. That her own father had conferred upon him, she reminds herself with more than a touch of bitterness. Eddard Stark died because of that claim, lost his head for declaring Stannis Baratheon the rightful king, and now here that king was, standing before her, with an inevitable demand she was surprised it had taken him this long to lay at her feet.
Thread: let no man steal your thyme || for xlilxmissx

The words were perfunctory, and the man said them as if he was reading from a script. Sansa saw through his faked air of confidence, listened to the strategic inflections into his tone, allowed the barely-veiled insults, the reference to her farce of a marriage and the -- oh, what did he call it? A gift? She hoped her eyes, locked so firmly with his, did not betray her because, by the Seven, she almost laughed to his face despite the open neutrality she forced her features into. Oh, he would give her this gift, would he? The king without a castle, whose army was almost, almost completely grounded by the snow that, even know, was thickening on the unforgiving ground. He believed he could strong arm her into yet another marriage. Have her spread her legs to some septa of his to prove her worth, her damned purity. Her palm itched. She wanted nothing more than to feel the sting of this man's cheek reddening her hand. She would have done it, too. Slapped him, if she thought she had the strength to stop there, to keep from reaching for the poker or for Jon's sword so that she could stick it into the bastard before her before turning it into her own breast. Let all this end in blood as they were, all of them, determined to make it end. It was a fantasy she was familiar with, one she had grown accustomed to. It played in her head in a near endless loop. At King's Landing, before all her enemies. In her unconsummated marriage bed where the Imp laid in drunken misery. In Littlefinger's slippery, disgusting embrace. She wanted them all dead, and her with them. But her daydreams were just that. In the end, she always took the insult, the beating, or whatever other humiliation these men - these lords in whose hands her fate had somehow been placed - deemed she deserved. And Stannis' gift-- oh, she would take that too, of course. Because, he was right. She was the last of her line and Jon... Jon was no Stark. Of course, my lord, she says simply, with a clarity and finality that he, with his long speech and warring honor, could not muster despite his claims to sovereignty and kingship. She raises one gloved hand, offers it for him to shake or hold or kiss or however kings close deals that involved wedding women half their age. She keeps her glassy eyes on him and, for once, is glad for the height that made her tower embarrassingly over the men she had been betrothed and married to. She only needed to raise her chin a little to hold the King's gaze.
Thread: let no man steal your thyme || for xlilxmissx

A pregnant beat of silence passed through all three persons standing in the small room. That was unexpected. Sansa agreed readily to the prospect of marriage. There were no concerns, no attempts at politely declining what most might see as a powerful arrangement. Technically, Sansa was the lady of her house. With her brothers dead, the honor of leading the Stark household, and whoever still claimed loyalty to them, fell to the young redhead standing before her. The decision was hers to make. However Stannis was all too aware of how hed worded the proposal. In reality, Sansa had no choice. It was either marry him or resign herself to a life of near non existence. Anything that was left for her in Winterfell would be taken from her. She would be a lady with noble blood but no claims. Seemed that her time spent in Kings Landing had done her some good she was not the same naive little child hed seen giggling over knights at the Hands Tourney But she was still a child. She offered her hand, the delicate doe-skin gloves encasing what he could only assume was the same pale skin that covered her face. Slowly, Stannis extended his hand and with a surprisingly amount of gentleness, he relieved her arm of the strain it took to hold that small hand in midair. The rough skin of his palm caught on the soft glove but it did not stop him from bending over at the waist and thin lips pressed a chaste kiss to the top of her hand before he retreated. And so it was done. We will be leaving the day after tomorrow, he announced, straightening back up and looking back up into Sansas steely gaze. Your things will be packed. We are to ride south and gather support on the way to our destination. What will that be? Jon piped up from behind his desk and Stannis regarded him over his shoulder for a moment before uttering a single word. Winterfell. A king needed a castle. He needed a foothold to take back his kingdom. Jon looked a tad surprised he probably thought that Stannis would spend more time preparing an army before heading straight into the Bolton maw. Truth was, Stannis knew that his plan was flimsy at best. In order to woo the Northern lords, he would need Winterfell. He could only hope that with Sansa by his side, as his betrothed, those that were encountered on the way would join forces with him but he would never get the entirety of the North without that grand, central keep. Turning back to Sansa, Stannis made to leave. I am sure that you would like to take the time you have left and spend it with your brother And I have business to attend to. Until we meet again, Lady Sansa. Lord Commander, he nodded to both Sansa and Jon, then turned on his heel to leave, the silence as he closed the door behind him nearly deafening.
Thread: let no man steal your thyme || for xlilxmissx

Sansas sudden outburst confused Stannis. He was keenly aware of her tiny hand gripping his forearm tightly. They stared at each other for a set of long, silent moments, only the icy wind between them. There were few footmen around the carriages and it seemed that no one heard Sansas plea. Yet the king looked around nonetheless, carefully studying the profile of each man he laid eyes on until he was certain that no one heard her. Then, much to his surprise, he caught the elbow of the arm that held onto him, gently pulling her out of the carriage. Their arms linked, he started to steer her away from the men, almost as if he were taking his betrothed on a short walk to let her stretch her legs. No one would think anything of it. He was quiet for a long time, jaw set firm and teeth grinding. Then, as they came to stop near a small group of trees, Stannis turned to Sansa at long last. The reason I set our first destination so far south is because there is only one thing that builds an army coin. Without it, even the most loyal man falters. If he does not have boots or a tent or food, how can he fight? If your Northmen honor the will of their late lord, your father, then I must have more coin to see to it that they are properly outfitted. Stannis huffed, the short white clouds billowing from his nostrils making him seem monstrous. As he suspected, no one was paying them any particular interest. The cold weather might have been a factor the men were huddles together trying to keep warm and had no time to oogle at their king and future queen. Its no secret that I have no land, Lady Sansa. I have few options for raising the coin I need In Oldtown, Ive arranged a meeting with representatives from the Iron Bank. Hed already met with them once before in Braavos. And hed only received half the loan agreed upon. The rest would be delivered in Oldtown. I know who it is that you are worried about but you need not fear. Much has happened since you left Kings Landing Tommen is king, Cersei is being held by the High Sparrow, or whatever the man fancies to call himself, and Jaime Lannister hasnt been seen in weeks. The old lion is dead, your brother and mothers murderers, both Frey and Bolton, are battling the Ironborn, are Balish is hiding in the Eyrie. You are the last person that anyone is looking for. If it will ease your fears We are riding to Sea Dragon Point, where my ships are waiting. You will join me and a handful of others to sail South. We will skirt Winterfell and cut through the Wolfswood. The Ironborn have lost most of their ships and those that are left are busy ferrying between the Isles and the main land. Same goes for the Lannisport. You and Shireen will not even step foot in Oldtown. We will only be there for a few days Then we sail back. We will regroup with the rest of my army, what few Northmen we can gather, and then I will retake your home from Roose Bolton Then, after it is all settled, we will wed.