Silver Carrot

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Maeda Hitomi

Hitomi considered the General Studies student's idea of a challenge to see whether or not this plan goes ahead. Hitomi personally knew she was willing to fight for this. With a foot in each world she understood how they were linked and how they could help each other in a way that a pure Hero student or a pure Support student wouldn't see. She believed in this. Asahi made it official, and Tori named the challenges; Cat herding, Karaoke, and a scavenger hunt. Hitomi was actually excited. Even though there was a lot at stake to her, this did sound like a lot of fun. She absent-mindedly stroked Tomoe's hair as the discussion was underway, as if she as one of the cats at the cafe.

"I'm in," Hitomi replied to Asahi when he asked them personally for their assistance, smiling when Tomoe also voiced her support. "I'm confident about or ability in these chalenges. I even know which of the three challenges I shall partake in, though I don' know about you two and what you'd prefer to do." She took the coffee offered by Tomoe and answered her with a grateful grin as she took a sip. Thankfully it wasn't as scalding now.

@liferusher@Lucius Cypher

Hikari Academy

I'd have posted today but my post would not be of good quality judging by other posts I've made today. I shall either wait for Sonia, or write on Thursday when I'll have less college work to do, whichever comes first.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

A very short post, but now I won't hold us up from progressing to a place where I can actually contribute anything.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Eilidh nodded at the discussion. "I am fond of this guild and do not wish to see it come to harm by irking the wrath of any one party. I have no love for Varjo or the Order, but everyone is equally worthy of aid as long as they're honorable, in my eyes. Varjo is a nation of warriors. There must surely be some among them who carry themselves with honor as a warrior should."

Rebecca scoffed at this, a sour look on her face as she sat down. "I refuse to aid Varja and it's population of barbaric pigs, and I will lose respect for anybody who does. I would rather this guild abstain from helping either side, than help both."

@PaulHaynek@Eviledd1984@Restalaan@13org

1x1x1 (MxFxF) Cyberpunk and Slice Of Life

Hello?

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_{Featuring: Gary 'Pup' Reynolds and Gwen 'Aces' Morgan
Location: Dancefloor of the Destiny
Time: Still Party Time, Bitch
Collab with: @BrutalBx}

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Gary had already consumed three drinks and as many handfuls of pills. It should all kick in soon but right now he was dancing among the throng of students, hoping to get his blood pumping and speed up the intoxication. The minute everything hit, he shouted ”YEAH, BITCH! LET’S PARTYYYY!” at the top of his lungs, which was met with more cheers from the other, similarly intoxicated dancers. After a while, the drinks were going to his head, and he was tiring himself out from dancing, and he left the throng to stand at the sidelines for a breather.

It was here that he looked around, and saw a familiar face. He stared, trying to discern where he recognised her from, brows furrowing and forehead wrinkling in concentration. She looked quite gothic...then he remembered! She was the girl at this school who had that cool youtube channel he followed sometimes! Without thinking, he went over to her, and shouted over the music;

”Hey! I’m Gary! I’m a big fan of your Youtube channel!”

Ace’s downed her drink and swiped another one from the table. The party was in full swing, everyone was pretty much drunk or high and Gwen was loving every second of it as with each new partygoer, there was more potential for a story for her channel.Just as she was about to take her drink, she noticed a boy approach her,she didn’t recognise his face. ”Of course you are, most people are. Let me guess, you like the music episodes right? Wait did you just say your name is Gary? What are you like 40? No, you’re not Gary. From now on, we will call you...Pup on account of you smell like a dog”

If that was a hint, this sweaty 16 year old did not take it. He just laughed and shrugged. In his drunken, pill-addled mind, this conversation was going fantastically. ”Yeah, I’ve been dancing. Sorry about that. And I’d take ‘Pup’ over ‘Gareth’, honestly. Yeah, your music stuff’s good but I actually prefer it when you just talk about random shit, y’know?”

”I see. So you’re one of the creeps that jerks off to my vids? You wouldn’t be the first of those to approach me at a party. It’s quite flattering really” Gwen jumped up and perched herself on the boats railing, crossing her enviably long legs as she did so. ”So what is is you want little Pup? a bite? A bark? Or do you just want to hump my leg until I smack you on the nose with a rolled up newspaper?”

”I don’t jerk off to your vids,” Gary answered, a bit put out by that assumption, as he leaned back against the rail. ”Well, you look like you’re good for a drink, but I could get you the next one. Or we could dance.”

”Fuck it you can do both” Gwen necked her beer and slammed it down on the table next to her. Strutting towards the dance floor, she tore off her denim vest and threw it onto a nearby chair, she span on her heel and beckoned the newly christened Pup over. Black fingernails trudged through her peroxide blonde hair as she swayed her dangerous curves towards the music. It wasn’t her style but she’d damned it she let the hosts bad taste in music stop her from having a good time. She rolled her hips to the beat, grinding her body against Gary. She was an angel of darkness, the night coursed through her veins like a drug, pushing her further towards ecstasy. The night was dark and full of terrors and she was the queen of the damned.

Gary was not a good dancer in the sense that he could waltz, or do the tango, but with enough drugs in his system, he could let the music into his body and let that move his body for him. He didn’t move wildly or erratically but that was still a sense when he danced that he had given up conscious control of his body and was now just feeling the movements. His hands hovered over Gwen’s ass as his body moved with hers. He didn’t touch her unless she touched him first. This was a force it was better not to contain; a force you’d get the most out of by letting it happen and reaping the benefits. This state or two intoxicated teens letting it all go. This was what parties were about!

Ace’s high soon got low as she dropped down and rubbed herself against him. She showed off every dangerous curve she had as she moved, like a dirt road in the dead of night, she was ride or die. She arched into him, reaching her arms up and around the back of his head and into his long hair. ”You enjoying yourself there, Pup? You like how it feels to have a hotter than hell harlot rub up against you?....you can touch me darling, I won’t bite unless you ask nice” With a grin across her face, Gwen took Gary’s hands and forced them around her waist.

Gary was grinning the whole time as their dancing got dirtier, smiling a rather cocky smile as he listened to Aces and her accompanying flirtatious talk. When his hands were placed around her waist, he couldn’t resist a cheeky, quick double squeeze of her ass, and bringing his face closer than hers, partly so he didn’t have to shout-flirt He was still sober enough to think that’s a bad idea at this fucking school. ”I like the way you dance, and talk. I don’t know if you’re in the mood yet but I sure am.”

”Yeah? You like how I talk dirty to you? Hmm…” Ace’s bit her lip as she span and pressed her ample chest against his. She pressed herself fully against Gary’s body and help his neck in her hands, standing on her toes as her five feet frame was too small to reach his face fully. Her mouth lingered over his, teasing him by sharing his breath. Her hand wandered to his cheek and she smiled seductively ”You’re in the mood huh? Well I guess that means I’m done” the seductive whisper soon turned into a loud laughter as Gwen patted his cheek and pulled herself away. ”Sorry there Pup, you’re just not my type...at least not tonight”

Gary stood there for a few seconds, totally blank and he processed, before chuckling dryly and scratching the back of his head. ”Consider me officially blueballed. Still, the dancing was fun, and hot as fuck. Hit me up if you change your mind. I won’t be too far away.” He flourished his surprisingly positive reaction with a wink.

”I’ll keep that in mind” a freshman handed Aces her jacket back and she hung it over her arm before picking up her beer. ”You owe me a drink little doggy. Go fetch and then you can leave”

As Gary went to go get her the promised drink, he contemplated. He was not a submissive person, and never had been in the past, but something about Aces, man...When she called him ‘pup’ and commanded him like a servant, it was pretty hot. Maybe it’s a good thing she wasn’t interested. She’d probably utterly ruin him.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

I'll post tomorrow

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

I'm not sure what to have my characters do

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_{Featuring: Panda and Charity
Location: Spencer Residence - The Party
Time: Before the Party - During Party
Interacting with: Isaac Spencer and Paula Spencer
Mentions: Trixie (@Lovely Complex), Marshall (@Silent Observer) and Camille (@Bee)}

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Pamela Spencer stood in front of her mirror, finally feeling ready, and satisfied with her appearance. Her hair was fluffed up and straightened. Her makeup and lipstick were finally satisfactorily just emo enough without going too goth. She was wearing combat boots, stylistically ripped black fishnets, a frayed denim skirt, and a white t-shirt adorned with an adorable skeletal cartoon puppy, over which she was wearing a studded black cloth jacket, with another cartoon animal, this time a panda (of course) sewn onto the back.

She emerged from her room, smiling but preparing herself to be torn down by her parents. She wasn't disappointed. Her mum, long since defeated and having given up on Panda by this point, merely tutted as she passed her daughter, and muttered "Could you at least wear clothing that isn't ripped?" Panda ignored this question. She didn't want to get into an argument right now. She'd be late. When Panda headed downstairs to pick up her handbag and car keys, she came face to face with her dad. He had more words to say.

"I know I can't stop you going to this party, let alone going looking like that. And I can't give you a lecture about being wary of boys, as you're in no danger of that. But even so, promise you'll be stay safe. Also don't run your family name into the ground too much out there. Remember you are a Spencer."

Panda made a show of rolled her eyes and sighing. She knew what was coming.

"Don't give me that look, Pamela Spencer," her father warned, getting a little sterner. "This is a proud, Old Money family. Dieu defend le Droight. That is the Spencer family motto. It means 'God defends the Right'. Don't do anything at this party that would make God angry, because if you'll do, you'll bring shame to yourself, you'll bring shame to me, your mother, your sister, and every Spencer who's come before you. You've already brought enough shame for a lifetime, with your LGBT meetings, your infantile 'emo' phase, your left-leaning views, and your awful taste in Satanic music. Now go before you're unfashionably late."

Glad that she was finally free of her father's fucking speeches, Panda left the house with an apathetic wave over her shoulder and set off to the dock where the boat was moored in her Pandamobile. Arriving there luckily before boarding closed, she parked up, headed onto the boat and signed in. Looking round to see who was there, there was one rather pretty, dolled up blonde girl that she really didn't expect to see here.

"No fucking way..." she whispered in disbelief. "Charity?"

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Charity was standing around on the deck. She'd actually been getting an uncomfortable amount of male attention so she had retreated to a quiet part of the deck, and was holding a glass of water with both hands; a tonic for the nerves, though it's effectiveness at quelling the butterflies in her stomach was negligible.

During the whole spa treatment process, she stayed quiet and let the twins work. First they went through choosing an outfit, and Charity had to shoot down a lot of indecent or vane suggestions, to the chagrin of the twins, before they finally settled on a pretty, preppy dress that everybody was happy with as a compromise. Then they moved on to makeup. The end result was breathtaking. Charity couldn't believe she was actually looking at herself in the mirror.

The drive was infuriating, though. There was no window of opportunity to talk business with Trixie, even though Henry's girlfriend Min was present, and that would have been good leverage. Trixie could hardly refuse to look into Henry's work with Min present. Maybe the fact Charity couldn't capitalize on this moment was God's intervention. After all, it was quite an underhanded, unchristian tactic. Now Trixie and Marshall were dancing below, and Charity was scared to enter that hornet's nest. Just being indoors had led to her being hit on a number of times by men trying to sleep with her or buy her a drink. Charity had no intention of having sex, or drinking, and the tenacity of the boys was intimidating, so she fled.

Now she was up here, and after a while, she saw something that she was both dreading and looking forward to; a meeting with her sister. Panda, dressed in her usual emo attire, though she pulled it off well and colorfully in Charity's opinion, walked up to Charity and hugged her tight.

"Chari, you look so cute! But, what are you doing here?!"

"It's a long story," Charity replied sheepishly, blushing at her sister's attention. "I basically got roped into it by Trixie. I could have refused, but then I remembered what you said about writing about this party, so I've decided to attend and watch from the sidelines. If something newspaper worthy happens, I'll be able to see it firsthand. I'm not going to get drunk or mingle with boys. I need a clear head, and besides, I'm just not comfortable doing that anyway."

"That makes sense. Smart and practical as usual, Chari. Even so, you! At a party! I didn't think I'd ever see this happen. I'm not sure how much fun you're going to have sober but I still hope you enjoy it. I'll be down below. Come and get me if you need me for anything."

"Alright, I will. Thank you, sister."

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Parting with her devout sister, Panda descended into the belly of the beast, where the magic happens. On her way, she took some pills from a dispenser and swallowed them. The bar was still busy so she decided to hold off on alcohol until it quietened down. She could dance sober. Looking around, she saw many recognizable faces. One in particular caught her attention; Camille Winters, from the LGBT society. She was leaning against a wall, seemingly getting her breath back, and she was looking right at Panda, as if she'd been looking for her. Panda approached her, wondering why.

"Sup?" Panda casually greeted, though had to shout it as the music was rather loud.

1x1x1 (MxFxF) Cyberpunk and Slice Of Life

@Dynamo Frokane

high casual.