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STATUS: Something very bad just happened to me. Would some kind soul cheer me up somehow? 9 yrs ago
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Something very bad just happened to me. Would some kind soul cheer me up somehow?
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For my birthday today: One shirt that says 'The dice giveth and the dice taketh away.' And one D&D inspired beach towel, with a huge-ass ancient red dragon on it.
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I have fallen into a dark abyss filled with d20s and D&D.
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Bio
Alright, I'm not one to prattle one.
My Interests!
Dungeons & Dragons. I am both a player and a DM.
Books. I read them. Often.
Music. I play violin.
Video games. Yes.
As for roleplaying, I enjoy most genres if it involves fiction. Unless it's Slice of Life. I don't see the appeal in writing about real things when I'm already living out that stuff. I'm eighteen, and I am comfortable writing smut.
Anything else, we'll have to discuss.
My Interests!
Dungeons & Dragons. I am both a player and a DM.
Books. I read them. Often.
Music. I play violin.
Video games. Yes.
As for roleplaying, I enjoy most genres if it involves fiction. Unless it's Slice of Life. I don't see the appeal in writing about real things when I'm already living out that stuff. I'm eighteen, and I am comfortable writing smut.
Anything else, we'll have to discuss.
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Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Hi there! I'm Fennec.
I'm looking for someone to play the male role in this plot right here:
I'll warn you now, if you can't handle gore and characters with difficult and traumatic pasts, this might not be the plot for you.
I already have a setting and some maps for reference, and my own ready-made character. All I need is her prince. :D
I would like this to be an ongoing plot.
I want a partner who can reply consistently, at least once a day. I can understand having a busy schedule.
I would like my partner to be literate. This means understanding grammar and punctuation, and also being able to reply at least one or two decently-sized paragraphs.
And I want to be able to have fun! I love planning and also poking a bit of fun once in awhile. It's not interesting without a bit of humor.
I look forward to roleplaying with you.
Message me for more details.
I'm looking for someone to play the male role in this plot right here:
I'll warn you now, if you can't handle gore and characters with difficult and traumatic pasts, this might not be the plot for you.
I already have a setting and some maps for reference, and my own ready-made character. All I need is her prince. :D
I would like this to be an ongoing plot.
I want a partner who can reply consistently, at least once a day. I can understand having a busy schedule.
I would like my partner to be literate. This means understanding grammar and punctuation, and also being able to reply at least one or two decently-sized paragraphs.
And I want to be able to have fun! I love planning and also poking a bit of fun once in awhile. It's not interesting without a bit of humor.
I look forward to roleplaying with you.
Message me for more details.
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I've got the beginning all planned out already, don't worry about that. And it wouldn't be too mature because I'm kind of a weenie. xD
Although, later in the romance we could amp things up a bit. It would be interesting. And sure, PM me for the finer details. There's a lot of history and stuff. I even have maps. c:
Although, later in the romance we could amp things up a bit. It would be interesting. And sure, PM me for the finer details. There's a lot of history and stuff. I even have maps. c:
Hi there! I'm Fennec.
I'm looking for someone to play the male role in this plot right here:
I would like this to be an ongoing plot.
I want a partner who can reply consistently, at least once a day. I can understand having a busy schedule.
I would like my partner to be literate. This means understanding grammar and punctuation, and also being able to reply at least one or two decently-sized paragraphs.
And I want to be able to have fun! I love planning and also poking a bit of fun once in awhile. It's not interesting without a bit of humor.
Warning: If you aren't comfortable with gore, violence, characters with traumatic or difficult pasts, or anything like that, this may not be the plot for you.
I look forward to roleplaying with you.
Message me for more details.
I'm looking for someone to play the male role in this plot right here:
I would like this to be an ongoing plot.
I want a partner who can reply consistently, at least once a day. I can understand having a busy schedule.
I would like my partner to be literate. This means understanding grammar and punctuation, and also being able to reply at least one or two decently-sized paragraphs.
And I want to be able to have fun! I love planning and also poking a bit of fun once in awhile. It's not interesting without a bit of humor.
Warning: If you aren't comfortable with gore, violence, characters with traumatic or difficult pasts, or anything like that, this may not be the plot for you.
I look forward to roleplaying with you.
Message me for more details.
Aleksandra was calm, showing only the barest hint of irritation at her loss. But inside, she was raging. And deep down, she felt small and inadequate in the face of Aulfr's disappointment. None of his men could see it like she could. He thought she was weakening. Slipping. And it both frustrated and angered her that 1) He was disappointed, and 2) that she was weak enough to give a damn what he thought.
Still, her expression were serenely neutral as she got to her feet without any apparent discomfort or annoyance, as if she were a very good sport about losing. She didn't lose often. She always lost to Aulfr, but she knew him and had respect for the way he could fight her all by himself for more than a few minutes. If it came to a true battle to the death between them, she didn't really know who'd win. But these lackeys of his? Even three of them on a bad day wouldn't hold against her. She'd been trained to kill with her hands by masters in Xiang-Bao and the deserts of Banti.
What she was truly enraged by was her own reluctance to cause Aulfr's soldiers too much pain simply because they were Aulfr's. At her own distraction, becoming so weak as to care what Aulfr thought about how she treated others. She was a killer. She'd hung men by suspension and watched them suffocate slowly. She'd pulled the guts out of a man and listened to him scream as she fed them to a stray mutt. She was ruthless, cold-blooded. And somehow she was reluctant to give a few men some bruises because she didn't want to make Aulfr unhappy. Saints, he'd probably be proud of her if she broke them both in half on accident.
And all of this flashed through her head as she looked between the two men, who both looked pleased and eager to receive their kisses from her. She was going to punch Aulfr for that. He had no right to pawn off her kisses like that. Didn't he know how special it was for her to kiss him? But at least these two didn't seem smug about it. In fact, they both looked rather sweet, with those dumb grins on their faces. It wasn't every day they earned a kiss from the Wolf Maiden. Especially because they beat her in a fight. And maybe it would make Aulfr just a little bit jealous to see her kiss them.
So she stepped forward and gave them a coquettish little smile, tossing her hair back from her face. "So, which one of you is first? And don't make me climb up the side of you, you're both going to have to lean down below cloud height to kiss me," she tutted, which immediately made them chuckle. The larger one stepped forward and dropped to one knee very gallantly, prompting a genuine smile from Aleksandra. "Alright, you. Let's get this over with." And so she leaned down a bit and kissed him, not really taking the time to enjoy the kiss, but instead cataloging the details of what kissing felt like with other men. Kind of warm. And slobbery. Not the most pleasant.
And then the kiss was over and she wanted to wipe her lips, but that would be rude. So she let the man walk away and started to raise a hand to her mouth, but then the shorter one was there and wiping her lips for her with the edge of a kerchief he'd apparently had, gentle and with no small amount of amusement in his eyes. She raised an eyebrow and lightly batted his hand away, grabbing the cloth from him to do it herself. She was secretly pleased that he'd realized how awkward that had been. And she was also pleased that he was much shorter than the slobbery giant. Still quite muscled and strong as an ape, but he was only half a foot taller than her.
And handsome. His eyes were a soft brown framed by gold lashes, and his hair was that same gold, just a bit too long and curling at his ears and nape. He had a friendly, perpetually-amused expression. She was sort of looking forward to kissing him. And she didn't have to wait long. He wasted no time once she finished wiping off the spit. He captured her wrist and tugged her closer, his lips closing the distance suddenly enough that she felt a small stab of panic in her chest and held rigid a moment. And then, the sensation hit her. Heat. A fire in her belly that almost scared her at the feeling of his mouth moving on hers, on the way he instinctively wrapped an arm around her and let his hand wander a bit...
"Hey!" Too low his hand went. She broke away, displacing his hand from her rear, and lashed out with a few expert kicks. He was flat on his back in moments, half laughing and half gasping. "Don't get too full of yourself, boy. I've bathed in blood before. They didn't give me all of those scary names for no reason." She 'nudged' him in the side with her foot. "Up," she snapped. "Go slither off with the rest of your comrades."
Still, her expression were serenely neutral as she got to her feet without any apparent discomfort or annoyance, as if she were a very good sport about losing. She didn't lose often. She always lost to Aulfr, but she knew him and had respect for the way he could fight her all by himself for more than a few minutes. If it came to a true battle to the death between them, she didn't really know who'd win. But these lackeys of his? Even three of them on a bad day wouldn't hold against her. She'd been trained to kill with her hands by masters in Xiang-Bao and the deserts of Banti.
What she was truly enraged by was her own reluctance to cause Aulfr's soldiers too much pain simply because they were Aulfr's. At her own distraction, becoming so weak as to care what Aulfr thought about how she treated others. She was a killer. She'd hung men by suspension and watched them suffocate slowly. She'd pulled the guts out of a man and listened to him scream as she fed them to a stray mutt. She was ruthless, cold-blooded. And somehow she was reluctant to give a few men some bruises because she didn't want to make Aulfr unhappy. Saints, he'd probably be proud of her if she broke them both in half on accident.
And all of this flashed through her head as she looked between the two men, who both looked pleased and eager to receive their kisses from her. She was going to punch Aulfr for that. He had no right to pawn off her kisses like that. Didn't he know how special it was for her to kiss him? But at least these two didn't seem smug about it. In fact, they both looked rather sweet, with those dumb grins on their faces. It wasn't every day they earned a kiss from the Wolf Maiden. Especially because they beat her in a fight. And maybe it would make Aulfr just a little bit jealous to see her kiss them.
So she stepped forward and gave them a coquettish little smile, tossing her hair back from her face. "So, which one of you is first? And don't make me climb up the side of you, you're both going to have to lean down below cloud height to kiss me," she tutted, which immediately made them chuckle. The larger one stepped forward and dropped to one knee very gallantly, prompting a genuine smile from Aleksandra. "Alright, you. Let's get this over with." And so she leaned down a bit and kissed him, not really taking the time to enjoy the kiss, but instead cataloging the details of what kissing felt like with other men. Kind of warm. And slobbery. Not the most pleasant.
And then the kiss was over and she wanted to wipe her lips, but that would be rude. So she let the man walk away and started to raise a hand to her mouth, but then the shorter one was there and wiping her lips for her with the edge of a kerchief he'd apparently had, gentle and with no small amount of amusement in his eyes. She raised an eyebrow and lightly batted his hand away, grabbing the cloth from him to do it herself. She was secretly pleased that he'd realized how awkward that had been. And she was also pleased that he was much shorter than the slobbery giant. Still quite muscled and strong as an ape, but he was only half a foot taller than her.
And handsome. His eyes were a soft brown framed by gold lashes, and his hair was that same gold, just a bit too long and curling at his ears and nape. He had a friendly, perpetually-amused expression. She was sort of looking forward to kissing him. And she didn't have to wait long. He wasted no time once she finished wiping off the spit. He captured her wrist and tugged her closer, his lips closing the distance suddenly enough that she felt a small stab of panic in her chest and held rigid a moment. And then, the sensation hit her. Heat. A fire in her belly that almost scared her at the feeling of his mouth moving on hers, on the way he instinctively wrapped an arm around her and let his hand wander a bit...
"Hey!" Too low his hand went. She broke away, displacing his hand from her rear, and lashed out with a few expert kicks. He was flat on his back in moments, half laughing and half gasping. "Don't get too full of yourself, boy. I've bathed in blood before. They didn't give me all of those scary names for no reason." She 'nudged' him in the side with her foot. "Up," she snapped. "Go slither off with the rest of your comrades."
Aleksandra looked at the men with a cool, calculating gaze, trying to gauge the measure of their skills. They had to be excellent fighters for be in Aulfr's favor, and both were larger than her, and therefore stronger. A disturbing smile crept over her lips as she realized she was actually in for a challenge. She tugged off her boots, always having preferred to fight barefoot during weaponless sparring to avoid really injuring someone with her kicks. She'd cut open a friend's cheek with the edge of her boot, once.
After tossing her boots aside, she sank into an easy, relaxed stance. She was ready to move in any direction at any time. The beginning of the fight would probably be easy. After all, they didn't really know how well she fought. And she was small, and a woman. Everyone, no matter whom they were, underestimated her abilities at first. These two would likely be no different.
She was correct. They didn't quite attack together. The larger one came forward first and swung at her, but it wasn't the most powerful punch he could throw. She swayed to the side and sidestepped, then ducked as the second one sent out a kick that ruffled the hair on top of her head. Brute #2 was definitely trying harder than Brute #1.
The first minute of the fight was just her dodging and deflecting every blow they sent her way. She would leap in and jab at them almost casually, which she could see was infuriating. They kept level heads, however, and then lashed out with all of their power, startling her. They worked as a unit, which would be enough to break most people almost immediately. Not her. It made her easier to fight them, really. As a true pairing, their range of moves was limited and somewhat easy to predict.
She began fighting back for real, dodging blows and striking back at painful pressure points the second she saw an opening. She wasn't doing much to block, which meant she was taking hits but they weren't too painful. A glancing blow to the jaw, a trod-on toe, those sorts of things. And then finally, finally, she managed to isolate one of the men and sent a devastating kick to his jaw, and he dropped like a stone. The other one didn't hesitate. He continued the fight, now pouring sweat and growling about with a manic look in his eye. Battle rage.
At that point, she was almost certain she had won. She just had to send him over the edge and he would lose any sense of precision or tactics. He'd be a bull on the rampage. And it was this sort of thinking that cost her the whole fight. She let herself relax just the slightest bit and her concentration slipped. She took a hard elbow to her throat, leaving her gagging and gasping, and then she was on the ground with her face pressed to the dirt.
After tossing her boots aside, she sank into an easy, relaxed stance. She was ready to move in any direction at any time. The beginning of the fight would probably be easy. After all, they didn't really know how well she fought. And she was small, and a woman. Everyone, no matter whom they were, underestimated her abilities at first. These two would likely be no different.
She was correct. They didn't quite attack together. The larger one came forward first and swung at her, but it wasn't the most powerful punch he could throw. She swayed to the side and sidestepped, then ducked as the second one sent out a kick that ruffled the hair on top of her head. Brute #2 was definitely trying harder than Brute #1.
The first minute of the fight was just her dodging and deflecting every blow they sent her way. She would leap in and jab at them almost casually, which she could see was infuriating. They kept level heads, however, and then lashed out with all of their power, startling her. They worked as a unit, which would be enough to break most people almost immediately. Not her. It made her easier to fight them, really. As a true pairing, their range of moves was limited and somewhat easy to predict.
She began fighting back for real, dodging blows and striking back at painful pressure points the second she saw an opening. She wasn't doing much to block, which meant she was taking hits but they weren't too painful. A glancing blow to the jaw, a trod-on toe, those sorts of things. And then finally, finally, she managed to isolate one of the men and sent a devastating kick to his jaw, and he dropped like a stone. The other one didn't hesitate. He continued the fight, now pouring sweat and growling about with a manic look in his eye. Battle rage.
At that point, she was almost certain she had won. She just had to send him over the edge and he would lose any sense of precision or tactics. He'd be a bull on the rampage. And it was this sort of thinking that cost her the whole fight. She let herself relax just the slightest bit and her concentration slipped. She took a hard elbow to her throat, leaving her gagging and gasping, and then she was on the ground with her face pressed to the dirt.
Aleksandra resolved to castrate him if he ever called her 'Sandy' again. And she'd do it slowly. With a knife made of wood. The girls must have realized that Aleksandra was working herself into a mood and threw themselves into their training zealously, trying not to catch the cranky warrior's attention. Unfortunately for Mitsuka, the other girls knew each other and had paired up accordingly. The small Bao woman, having worked in a different part of the castle as a lady's maid, had no close friends, especially not in the small group. So she ended up as Aleksandra's unfortunate partner.
In truth, Aleksandra was glad to have the chance to work with the smallest member of the group. She was actually taller than Mitsuka by two inches, which was definitely something she wasn't used to. And going through Mitsuka's head was the thought that the Wolf Maiden she'd grown up hearing stories about was much shorter than the stories said. In the stories, the Wolf Maiden was well over six feet tall and half a monster, with a wolf face and claws and sharp teeth. The small, pretty Ardanian woman standing before her was just that. A woman. A bit sad around the eyes, with scars all over, but a human through and through.
What surprised Mitsuka even more was the fluent Bao that flowed from the Ardanian's mouth. The other women glanced over curiously and continued working. "I'm glad we can work together today, Mitsuka. Since you're the smallest of the group, it would be beneficial for us to work together. And I'm sure you'd prefer to speak in your own tongue." The pronunciation was perfect, if not the dialect. But there were several different regional dialects in Xiang-Bao, and it was easy enough for Mitsuka to follow along. She smiled, finally completely at ease with this warrior woman.
For the next two hours, Aleksandra trained with them, spreading herself around and making the women change partners every so often to keep them from growing lazy. After all, they'd be fighting complete strangers all the time. They couldn't grow used to one fighting partner and fall into the same patterns, or they'd never learn how to anticipate what was coming next and improvise. Then, when they were all exhausted and dripping sweat, she finally let them return to their quarters. They were exempted from their usual work schedules until their training relaxed. She sent them off with instructions to eat well, drink as much water as possible, and exercise whenever they could. They'd meet again the next day.
Aulfr's training with his soldiers was also winding down, and she was still sore from his stupid nickname and teasing. So she decided to have a bit of fun. She opened the door to the courtyard and sauntered out, pretending not to pay any attention to the sweaty, half-naked warrior men fighting only yards away. She headed straight for the water barrel next to the weapons rack, stripping off her armored tunic as she went to reveal to thin linen undershirt beneath. And also her lean, athletic physique and generous bust. She could feel the eyes on her, and she hoped that Aulfr was watching and feeling some sort of jealousy.
Her cheeks were warm and flushed from the strenuous activity she'd been doing, so without any hesitation she dunked her head in the water barrel, letting the cold water energize her and cool her down at the same time. She reared back up and slicked back her hair, then turned and sauntered towards the warriors. "Prince Aulfr," she called. "Have you ever thought to teach these men how to fight a woman? Or thought to let me fight them? I'm losing my edge just sparring with you all the time. Plus, it's no fun when I can never beat my opponent." This got some of the mens' attention. The Handmaid was renowned for being one of the best warriors in Noxus, and possibly the known world. Not the best, but close. If she couldn't beat their prince, then either the prince was legendary or she wasn't as good as the stories said. Most likely a mixture of both, she knew they'd be unwisely thinking.
In truth, Aleksandra was glad to have the chance to work with the smallest member of the group. She was actually taller than Mitsuka by two inches, which was definitely something she wasn't used to. And going through Mitsuka's head was the thought that the Wolf Maiden she'd grown up hearing stories about was much shorter than the stories said. In the stories, the Wolf Maiden was well over six feet tall and half a monster, with a wolf face and claws and sharp teeth. The small, pretty Ardanian woman standing before her was just that. A woman. A bit sad around the eyes, with scars all over, but a human through and through.
What surprised Mitsuka even more was the fluent Bao that flowed from the Ardanian's mouth. The other women glanced over curiously and continued working. "I'm glad we can work together today, Mitsuka. Since you're the smallest of the group, it would be beneficial for us to work together. And I'm sure you'd prefer to speak in your own tongue." The pronunciation was perfect, if not the dialect. But there were several different regional dialects in Xiang-Bao, and it was easy enough for Mitsuka to follow along. She smiled, finally completely at ease with this warrior woman.
For the next two hours, Aleksandra trained with them, spreading herself around and making the women change partners every so often to keep them from growing lazy. After all, they'd be fighting complete strangers all the time. They couldn't grow used to one fighting partner and fall into the same patterns, or they'd never learn how to anticipate what was coming next and improvise. Then, when they were all exhausted and dripping sweat, she finally let them return to their quarters. They were exempted from their usual work schedules until their training relaxed. She sent them off with instructions to eat well, drink as much water as possible, and exercise whenever they could. They'd meet again the next day.
Aulfr's training with his soldiers was also winding down, and she was still sore from his stupid nickname and teasing. So she decided to have a bit of fun. She opened the door to the courtyard and sauntered out, pretending not to pay any attention to the sweaty, half-naked warrior men fighting only yards away. She headed straight for the water barrel next to the weapons rack, stripping off her armored tunic as she went to reveal to thin linen undershirt beneath. And also her lean, athletic physique and generous bust. She could feel the eyes on her, and she hoped that Aulfr was watching and feeling some sort of jealousy.
Her cheeks were warm and flushed from the strenuous activity she'd been doing, so without any hesitation she dunked her head in the water barrel, letting the cold water energize her and cool her down at the same time. She reared back up and slicked back her hair, then turned and sauntered towards the warriors. "Prince Aulfr," she called. "Have you ever thought to teach these men how to fight a woman? Or thought to let me fight them? I'm losing my edge just sparring with you all the time. Plus, it's no fun when I can never beat my opponent." This got some of the mens' attention. The Handmaid was renowned for being one of the best warriors in Noxus, and possibly the known world. Not the best, but close. If she couldn't beat their prince, then either the prince was legendary or she wasn't as good as the stories said. Most likely a mixture of both, she knew they'd be unwisely thinking.
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