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Noises of footsteps, sounds of voices. Alexandrine could not hear the words, but it sounded like both Exzel and Elie were here. Whether that made things awkward or not would remain to be seen. She was not sure if she should go to them, wait for them, or for the butler to lead her to them. Her mind had been too distracted, a rare thing, that she had missed the butler’s earlier question on whether she wanted to wait in a different room. Reflexively scratched a moment at her neck, the collar that could not be seen or physically felt at the moment, but that she was there. Not trying to activate it, but distracted by thoughts of the nearby d

Elie turned to see Exzel as she blushed. Her pretty sundress making her look even more innocent. "I understand you broke it down that your demonic need for sexual energy helps you heal and feel better. I understand that is what Diamond is for and that you do love me dearly. Also you'll get to meet my father and mother day. Sebastian has breakfast for all of us. We just have to follow him to common door where I guess Diamond is waiting for us. I should apologize to her for being so distance and rude during what unfolded." She sighed kissing Exzel on the cheek. "Love you."

Hi! I'm new here! (･ω･)つ Please don't bite if I mess something up, only less you have Daddy Dracula level vampirism, then please do! (Where have you been all my life, dang it!?) Anyway, excuse-moi for being a total goof. ˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ I’m looking to write a roleplay --- or more---( *gasps* aren’t we all?) where the story is captivating, where I sit on the edge of my seat to reply, where my fingers are itchy with excitement to type away. I want to fall for our muses falling in love. To me, this isn’t just something to pass the time, to assuage the day-to

Exzel was feeling pretty. Feeling alive this morning after her rest. Sensing Alexadrine near, her contemplative thoughts faded, as she walked into the estate. She believed Elie had come to terms with Exzels demon needs after their talk yesterday. Well, after their talk, and then fucking Elie senseless. It has filled her with such a feeling of contentness, right until she was stabbed in the back... But today was a new day, she doubted the Golden Legion would try anything with her, Zef and 2 powerful magical girls here. They would probably want to ambush them, 1 or 2 at a time. Though that wasn't a sure thing. She glided into the room

Elie walked down the stairs leaving Zef in her room asleep. She looked so pretty and elegant just like her father would like. She reached downstairs as Sebastian met her at the bottom stair. "Follow me my Lady. Your guest is in here and I even have breakfast for you and your guests." He said as Elie followed Sebastian to the common room with the small library unlike the one her and Exzel had fucked in a day or two ago before Kuja's attack.

Things were quiet. Alexandrine was used to quiet. The familiar feeling of her life at home the past few years, only briefly broken up over he last few days, but that bit of warmth was in danger. What was more certain was those around her in this place. Who would appear first, the butler, Elie, Exzel, both of them together? It was quiet, but a little restless. She had not felt like this in a long time. Was likely to feel certain feelings, or desires if Exzel appeared. But she still had to apologize to Ellie for getting carried away that night. She could not guess where this was going to go now, other than she was following Exzel’s lea

Elie looked around not seeing Exzel as she sighed. "Was it all just a dream?" She said out loud until she saw Zef on couch, a soft blush forming on her face. "Nope nope it was real.... Exzel actually fucked me as Lotor. Fuck.....Exzel you know how to get me going." She said before slowly getting out of bed not knowing of the sadness that awaited her with news she would hear. However she was happy that parents were coming home, so she decided to take a quick shower and then get dressed into a pretty sundress that her father had bought on his last business trip. (This is the dress she is wearing.)

The air...hot and muggy as it is, only seems to get even moreso the further you walk into the irradiated mountains. Your geiger counter whirs and constantly releases loud clicking noises, almost sounding like the "microwaves" of the old world. You can easily feel how long it has been since you properly bathed as long strands of greasy hair stick to your face. Your purpose for being out here? Well...The elders spoke of a land where the grass is green, not radioactive green, real chlorophyll green! Not that you know what that is...you just saw that word in a magazine. You briefly remove your gas mask to down the last of your water, your throat

Dylan was used to having eyes on them. Selene's were welcome though. The Hollow didn't have conscious understanding of it, but they wanted a witness. The amethyst eyes on them were as unnoticed but as fundamental gravity. Dylan felt the moment of panic and confusion melt, and the primal attraction of their attraction to Robin reciprocated and their own panic subsided. The press of Robin's hips was real, the weight and warmth of her body undeniable and Dylan pulled the pair together - the fear of their unexpected anatomy lost in Robin's mouth. Robin's invitation to explore her mouth found an eager recipient in Dylan, and the Hollow's

Akemi, fixing her hair back cutely, and rolling up her sleeves, decided to help her father, who went behind the counter to the cooking area. With a skill that only comes from years of working together, the two worked side by side moving differently, but in such synchronization that it looked like a dance. Rice, meat, spices, sauces all coming together and making a truly mouth watering aroma. Even more people outside caught the smell as they walked by and felt compelled to to come in. Akemi's skirt swaying as she moved in the kitchen, that was behind the counter, in full view of the customers. The girls that had been around Hellhound returned

Hellhound tilted her head, not really understanding the question she was asked. The only costume she had were the clothes she was wearing, thanks to Akemi. Before she could realize, her ears twitched as the girls approached toward her. Instead of reacting aggressively, she just sat there calmly and smiled. Humans rarely approached her like this so that situation was new for her. Normally, humans always were cautious around her, even children. Even if they touched her, they didn't normally just come and praise her. With that headpat, her tail started wagging a little more as she moved her head closer to the patting hand, thoroughly enjoying it

"Nice to meet you, I'm Hikaru," Akemi's father nodded along, puzzled only by the word play, but his gave didn't show it. "You went to the baths together before putting on the costume?" He walked from behind the counter as Hellhound sat, surprising him. He wanted to inspect her "Costume" closely. Truth of the matter, he had always liked dogs. He looked at her closely. Akemi leaned over and whispered in her father's ear. As she did seem group of girls in their early 20s turned from their food when one indicated Hellhound with a nod. All four of them stood up and crowded around Akemi's father and Hellhound. "Ohmygawd your do cute," the firs

Not a lot of discussion going on right now. I think a few games were started. I've been posting some solo stuff. but life has decided that any more TTRPGs are too many more TTRPGs for my available free time right now.

Hellhound followed Akemi with her beastly attitude, not really noticing the odd design choices of the place even if she probably had seen the animal itself in the wild somewhere. To her, this was part of how odd she found humans to be, not really considering or realizing that she might be the odd one. The two customers that left made her look at them with a smile like nothing was wrong but as they left rather quickly, the hound returned her attention to Akemi and the place that they walked in. For a moment, Hellhound eyed at what kind of place she found herself but the man approaching attracted her attention the most soon enough. Rare were ti

Akemi paused as she closed the door. A bunnyman... that sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. She was sure she had heard of a rabbit demon once, but couldn't remember where. She was confident no demon would be suicidal enough to go to the convention though. She did feel relieved Hellhound wasn't interested in going, that potentially could have went south fast. Her father's restraunt stood before them. Large glass windows let one see inside, to tables and a long bar with stools that had many customers eating bowls of ramen and soba. The sign out front said, Beef Bowl, and it had a little cartoonish cow smiling and holding up

The sleep had felt great, she slept longer than usual by a few hours at least. Between her furious love making to her love, Elie, almost dying at the hands of Kaji, then Elie getting kidnapped and the fight after Zef arrived, the relaxation at the hot spring finally sleeping, when she woke, it felt like 6 months had passed, though she knew it was only a day. She had woken up before Elie and Zef, whom she had both left in Elie's bed. She had procured a new, small black dress, and had went to the garden to think in the morning light, thay reflected off her pale white skin and purple eyes. She walked aimlessly in thought as the breeze blew her d

Sebastian knowing he might have upset their guest sighed. He had started to steam the tea and get it ready before walking upstairs and into Lady Elie's room. "My Lady, you have a guest waiting for you downstairs. It is time to arise." He said pulling back the curtains. Elie slowly whimpered as the bright light shines into the room."Hmmmm...Bas...Bastion to bright." She said slowly opening her eyes looking around her mind a bit foggy from the events of last night. Sebastian sighed. "I'm sorry my lady but this guest seems to have urgent new regarding you and your magical abilities." He said bowing. "Also tea and breakfast are waitin

Two pet peeves: - Really, really, really one-sided scenes where my partner expects me to write a novel each post but answers with "I let you do it and moan". Similarly scenes where my partner does nothing to move the scene along and just leaves me with all the creative work. - Kink-sneaking. I will never understand that one: I am pretty open to new kinks and I am very clear about my limits. Why do people think it is okay to nod when I tell them that Diapers are one of them and then, 2 hours in it's suddenly "Hey, you don't mind if I wear a diaper for the rest of the scene, right?" or even worse "I won't continue with the scene unless you

Roleplay between: @JennyDK and @KazeRP ----------------------------- The trouble that Gruntilda put Banjo and his friend Kazooie through, is finally over and they can all get back to a normal day of life. In their adventure to thwart the plans of the evil witch, the duo also dealt with all sorts of henchmen that stood in their way. Among these, being huge, buff and brutish minotaurs. Some of these have now nothing to really do with their time as their job was to do her bidding. This lack of a job, combined with their slight grudge against the two heroes, has now led to them concocting a very lewd and devious plan. They intend to lur

Kazooie both have no idea of the machinations behind all of this and even if she has, then the thick and permanent stench and the heat of the place is enough to make her head woozy enough that such thoughts would have a hard time showing up in the first place. She even sways a bit from side to side, a bit uneasy on the feet from how her mind is affected by this vile odour and heavy heat. The large, fat titted bird often feels her front side weight her down (though nothing hurtful or overly uncomfortable), so her huge breasts spread across the reception desk and taking up most of the space due to their incredible size and weight. She nods shor

Her voice was smooth, and soothing, "No need to trouble yourself after last night, wait here, my darling, and I shall bring her back to us." Exzel had decided perhaps she should see Daimond just before Elie, and assess her state for herself, just a precaution, and also have a word. The Nexus Demon, Exzel, walked gracefully through the mansion and found Alexadrine waiting. With measured but confident steps she glided towards Alexadrine, a slight bounce in her chest with each click of her heeled feet on the followed floor of the room. She smiled a smile that looked genuine as she laid eyes on Alexandrine, taking particular care to notice w

Hellhound just kept behaving like a dog more than a normal person as she waited patiently, teased by the scent floating around while her attention was soon on all of the activity going around. Clearly, the humans didn't come there to see her but it was still the very first time that so many of them were around and not to fight her. The ones eyeing her caused her to be distracted for a moment but other than that, the hound was watching quietly as she tried to understand this side of the human world. At the very least, when meals were served, she visually understood that, like her, humans came to taste food as well. By their reactions that were

Should hopefully get a reply in there tomorrow.

Maxim’s eyes drifted off to the distance as Shinigami spoke, listening but feeling they should end it here. There was irritation on his face. “I do not appreciate those who invade my temple. I may have to consider getting personally involved. But for now I will send you back. Hikaru is approaching as well, and can assist if needed. I can help get him into the room if needed. It may be a while before we speak again. But I will keep watching, and tell you anything I may learn about ‘Death’.” He had long avoided getting involved in mortal affairs, or assisting him family in non-subtle ways. But the sanctity of a temple must be defende

I think your way (and the way the introduction to each act is actually written) generated a more cohesive story. Mine stumbles and lurches - which I don't hate. My journal for this looks and reads like addled thoughts. Yours evolved a moving narrative, that propels itself into a powerful epilogue. Well done, and thank you for sharing.

I pulled all three first, and to be fair, I might have reordered the one where she destroyed something of hers just because it didn't feel right being the first thing. But yes, I pulled all 3 minor then their related major and thought on each answer, then tried to give a cohesive thread through the three. It felt right to do it that way.

You're welcome, and thanks for playing along. I still need to finish mine, but I am still on task. Just not posting photos anymore.

I am NOT enjoying seeing my penmanship on display, and it's also an annoying chore to photograph, resize color balance and post it, so no more photos. If you liked them, apologies. I can point you do a dozen places to buy a fountain pen and a journal. When last we left our amnesiac, she had found her house and the cards had lead us to the trash. Judgement signifies awakening, rebirth or significant change. It turns out her name is Chrysanthemum De La Raya (never ask a twelve year old for advice on these things) and what she found in her trash was a coffee stained bill for chemotherapy from the hospital. Ouch. Tough news to wake up t

So... I leaned hard into the "religious" angle from the initial mythic rolls. I decided that her crusade became well-known, her mission obvious outside of her small community, and that she went down in history as something of an important figure. I wondered what people in the future might think of her, and decided that the only thing that fit was for her quotes at the end there to lead people to follow her, and eventually find her personal journals and use them as the basis for their own religion. It feels fittingly twisted enough given the beginning. I do want to write her misadventures, now. She's an interesting character, all in black

"Ignore the reviews. Bad chemistry." When he said that to literally every new user Call it a hunch Or the fact that every woman around at the time had an unpleasant encounter with him

Will get a reply in when I can. Middle of work week rn

Well that's disappointing because that was the most telling preference sheet in history. It was more of a list of offenses.

How did you know?

TonyB?!

Act Four Reflections It seems like my characters' path finally becomes her own. Vengeance is a great motivation. I feel like this could be the origin story for a "Lady Vengeance" style weird west comic book character. A woman perhaps undead...? Hard to tell if she died, if the Devil gave her life back, or if she escaped somehow. I like the ambiguity of it. She dislikes organized religion, protects women from the judgment of men and god, and seems like she's really badass now. I wouldn't want to cross her. The memory I wanted to bury came back to me whole: the hall, the crowd, the scales heavy in my hand. And her, wrists bound

Third Wand: 7 of Wands Prompt: You destroy one of your belongings. What do you destroy? Why? Major Arcana for interpretation: The World I stand in the center of the room, surrounded by the remains of myself... the pair of cups on the table, the silk garments folded in drawers, the bed where I once burned with her, the journal where my own hand confessed the choice that ruined me. Every corner of this place holds a piece of Prudence Lawton, Judge, Lover, Betrayer, and I cannot bear it. I gather what will burn quickly: the curtains, the bedding, the pages of the journal. I strike flint, and the flame takes eagerly, racing u

Second Wand: Ace of Wands Prompt: You decide to change your appearance. What do you change? Why did you make this decision? Major Arcana for interpretation: The Tower The memory of condemning her clings to me like smoke, and I can’t bear the weight of it in my skin, so I strip it all away. The coat that never belonged to me, the boots that carried me here, the prim white dress with its torn hem, personal embroidery, and false modesty, all of it falls to the floor like shed skin. The water I find is cold, sharper than steel, biting at my flesh as I wash, but this is no mere cleansing: it is punishment, a ritual ablution. Each h

Just contacted somebody to possibly make a roleplay, get the references down and figure out who starts us, then next thing I know they leave the convo.... I send another chat asking why and they don't respond but just leave... If they didn't want it they could've just said so...

Third Cup: 10 of Cups Prompt: You open a drawer to find a journal. What does the final page say? Major Arcana for interpretation: The High Priestess The drawer resists me as though it has a will of its own, but when it finally gives, I find a journal waiting inside. It is slim, worn smooth at the edges, leather darkened where fingers once clutched it often. My chest tightens before I even open it. The pages whisper as I turn them, filled with a script I know in my bones is mine, though it feels like reading a stranger’s confessions. Near the end, on a page left mostly blank, I find the last entry: "I have chosen her, though I kn

Second Cup: King of Cups Prompt: An area of your home brings a strong memory to the surface. Which memory is this? Major Arcana for interpretation: The Sun The curtains are thin, the kind meant more for softness than privacy, and the afternoon light floods through them as I move into the bedroom. Dust motes rise in the golden beam, dancing like sparks. For the first time since I stepped into this house, the shadows fall back, and in their place, warmth rises up. The Sun shines through the thin curtains, evoking memory. I remember laughter, not the hushed kind traded in whispers, not the desperate kind pulled from the edge

At the front desk sat a fairly plain look secretary woman, she was seemingly used to horrid stench that emanated from the entire building as she answered the busty bird quite plainly. "Ah yes...Miss Kazooie I presume?" She said with a slightly raised eye brow as she gazed upon her absolutely slovenly, slutty body. She definitely was expecting Kazooie, as all of this was of course her bosses' plan. As she was task to contacting other, more upright businesses to inform them of Kazooie's horrible attitude and reputation. Which of course, were all lies made by the dual minotaurs in order to lure her here as her final option for employment so they

Shinigami felt annoyed by the answer. Sure, if she was this good, eluding a god might not be out of her range of power. But a detail amused her. "If you mean the cat, I survived her as well. I don't know if she is a goddess but she is irritatingly powerful. My mother didn't tell me a lot about her power but she did give me life. She likes toying with me or humans just the same. If she is the one who made those relics for me then no wonder she was upset when I destroyed them along with my home.", she said with a bit of a grin. "Can't tell you what she's plotting, though. Even I don't know.", she added. She knew what she was herself but being a

Hello all. I am very creative but new in the world of role play online. I am male but i love playing female characters. I am looking for ppl so we can build our own world and do long term role play with. I am still building my profile here.

Here are the next set of images. I feel like these re using huge amounts of resources for questionable gain: does anyone want to see these? If so, I'll continue to upload them, If not we'll save the disk space for something more interesting. Here we have the draw for the next section. I haven't written anything since yesterday though, and will have to revisit the prompt and think about Judgement - Judgement, Justice, The Chariot - the answers feel like they're following a theme that I may not be really interacting with. I attribute some of that to returning to this across an extended period of time, With each opportunity to write I'm com

Boop! Just wanted to poke my head in; didn't realize we had a TTRPG club around here! Is anyone actively running anything? I see a lot of mentions of various Rapscallion's systems. I'd like to contribute a link to Carbon Pink, which is their D&D5e lewd cyberpunk conversion. Pretty neat, with both the upside and the downside of being essentially D&D 5e

Through the years here, I've had the privilege to have RPed with many wonderful partners, probably more than come to mind, but I'll endeavor to name a few that really stood out to me. @ElieCapulet30, probably some of the best drama I've written with anyone, which was not something I had usually sought out previously. She's done some of the best fight/action scenes with me, and is an excellent intimate writer. @Daphne, It's been a while, but we had a number of excellent long running fantasy setting RP that were super hot. A very sexy writer. @Xenia Renekton, also been a while, but we had a fantasy RP were I was a norse-viking

I don't know if I can make a single one moment, but I always love it when my partner tells me that they love my writing and how much they feel I'm putting in for them to work with, whether it be a single character or the world around them. Basically every moment writing with @Jae (who I miss terribly) and @Harmony Frost is a treat. I had another partner who just... Understood the assignment, if you will, and the role play was perfect from the perfect start to the abrupt end, where she vanished but I think that might be my all timer, writing with a partner that just got it, and knew that I got it too.

Sebastian smiled softly. "Of course I'll get some tea. If you wish you wait there or I can bring you the study or the library. While I made your tea and make sure the to young Lady Elie is awake to speak to you. Also Ms. Alexandrine as the demonic butler of the Capulet family I know a magical aura when I see one." His crimson red eyes looking at her before bowing once more.

Well, that was a lot to take in. Alexandrine’s years of experience told her to tell him he should not be so open with that information, especially as she had not said she was a Magical Girl, though apparently the butler guessed it. She bit her tongue though. It was not her place to lecture him. She was not too surprised Exzel was here, but she did not recognize the other name the butler mentioned. It was rather unfortunate she got raped again, one she would probably take much less well than Exzel. But hopefully Exzel was able to comfort her through it. The talk of family made her uneasy, she wondered if she should ask the butler ab

Hellhound nodded to the first question but then to the next, she tried to think hard about it, almost to the point of giving herself a headache, "I don't know... But he was with bunnyman. I think they were going to spy on the convention.", she said, referring to the rabbit demon she had met in hell. Her memory was a bit foggy from back then but it was not like she cared at that moment. Whatever demons or humans did was not her problem. "Lot of enemies there, then... Okay, I'll stay away.", she said, concluding that if she could take on a village, a main base of magic humans might not be the best place to try anything funny. If they were so po