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Post #3

Warnings: Language, minor verbal abuse, sexual themes

Disdainfully, Kingsley left his luxurious chambers with his white and flowing shirt wide open, exposing his pale and unmarred skin, streaked over with starkly contrasting black chest hair, to the chilling air. Tousling his salt and peppered hair to prepare his fresh out of bed look, he then stroked his matching facial hair and silk soft skin out of habit. With a deep and exasperated sigh leaving his body, he dramatically traipsed down the sweeping marble stairs one by one, rolling his crimson eyes with complete and utter boredom. It was killing him really, could almost feel it as if it were a knife jabbed into his sternum, draining him of his vitality with every waking moment. Once he reached the base of his extravagant mansion, he waltzed his way over to the first set of doors available to him. Signaling for the servants standing by to gently pry them open and bow in his wake before he entered, and as if they were some sort of machinery, they shut the doors behind him with a quiet latching sound following not too far behind. And there he stood at the entrance of the lounge where he found the warm fire roaring in the ornate hearth and illuminating the gorgeous room in which several pieces of plush furniture lay artistically strewn about, all in their proper place. Lusciously sprawled about on one is where he noticed his spouse, Lady Bloodrose-Kilkoyne. Her long, silky, and luxurious crimson hair fell about the cushions in a way that made her seem as if she was set ablaze. And in contrast with her pale skin, the deep reds that she wore on her lips and dress made her seem as though she was bathed in a layer of liquid rubies, glistening next to the dim firelight. “Hello, darling,” Kingsley muttered with just a hint of disgust mixing in with his tone of voice.“What do you need, you sniveling rat?” She didn’t make eye contact with him as she questioned with acid rolling off her sharp tongue and dripping from her lips. He proceeded to make his way over to her and dramatically fell onto the other end of the fainting couch before releasing a deep sigh and placing his hand over his face. “Is it really such a crime to want to spend time with my lovely wife?” He lowered his hand and looked over towards her. Though the fiend was as sinister as the pits of hell itself, she did look quite ravishing in this light. She continued to stare off into the darkest corner of the room and refused to acknowledge him. After a long pause, Kingsley groaned out of sheer boredom and proceeded to sit up and then roll over to lay next to her, with only a few inches between his face and hers. Intentionally blocking her view of the other side of the room, he looked pleadingly into her golden eyes. She groaned before abruptly sitting up and looking down at him. “Do you want to fuck?! Is that it?!” Her voice rose drastically. Kingsley propped his head with his elbow and smirked slightly.“Well, since you’re offering…” His voice took a far more sultry tone than she was expecting, and for a moment, she was reminded why she agreed to this stupid, god-forsaken marriage in the first place. Rolling her eyes, she leaned over and locked him into a passionate kiss, then proceeded to pin him down and rip his shirt off of him with animalistic intent. “Ah, so we’re just getting into it then.” He squeaked between his own gasps as she left a trail of kisses down his neck, firm enough that they would most certainly leave hickeys in the morning. —————————————————— And so, they passionately kept on through the break of dawn and into the late morning of the next day. With Kingsley’s previously pristine skin smattered with blooms of bruises and trails of bitemarks and with both of them encrusted with accumulated sweat, the two of them went to their separate bathrooms to clean up for the day. They proceeded with their noble duties for the rest of the afternoon and evening before repeating a similar line of events once they had finished.

(Previously written on google docs, pasted onto here)

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Post #2

Warnings: Spiders, and minor suspense

Deep in his thoughts and work, a bright yellow Tiefling huddles over his precious tomes that lie sprawled about the table. With his massive mane of platinum blonde curls, only held back slightly by his wavering horns, they created a thick curtain between him and the rest of the sun filled room, he almost missed the soft pitter patter of bare feet on sandstone tiles. Still ensnared by the book about fiendish anatomy, which he has read over and over on countless occasions before, he didn’t leave his work. His very long and pointed ears perked up as a gentle smile cracked on his withered face, underneath the dark circles and premature wrinkles that hung below his eyes that lack irises and pupils. A pair of chipped fangs poked their way over his chapped lips and almost interacted with his recently groomed goatee. “And how is my sweet little desert flower doing on this sunny day?” He gently murmured to his daughter in Infernal without letting his eyes leave the diagram that he was analyzing. And a little Tiefling girl, whose skin was as pale as ash, and hair as red as a ruby, nestled up next to her dad with something cupped in her hands. And before he could process what it was, she released it directly onto the image he was studying. Ungracefully plopped onto his parchment was a hair coated, colorful, eight legged creature with far too many eyes for its own good, about the size of his fist. “Papa!! Look what I found in the cactus garden!!!” The four year old squeed with joy as her father remained frozen with fear for the highly venomous looking creature that remained just a few inches from his face. Both the spider and him being extremely unaware of what to do as their next move, Sunlight slowly drew his face away from the textbook and vaguely whimpered to his daughter. “Oh… Wow… This is ehm… Lovely, darling…” Both him and the spider kept their eyes lock on one another. And steadily, but gently he lifted the book, hesitating when the tarantula took a tiny quick step towards him. “Quite the uhm…” He tried to mask the fear in his voice. “Quite the specimen you found here!” Attempting a nervous smile, he very gradually stood up with the spider. “Do they have a name?” He glanced down at the completely still black, red orange and yellow spider that was almost as big half of a page in the book. “Yeah!! Her name’s Dawn!! She’s sooooo cute!!!” His daughter beamed up at him as he desperately held himself from tipping over the edge and into a panic attack. “Well, my darling, we should probably return her to her home so that she doesn’t get sad.” He looked between his daughter and back at the spider a few times before the little girl sighed. “Ok…” She tried to understand as she pouted. He slowly crouched down with the book in one hand far away from his child, and gently held her face with the other. “Hey, I know we’ve gone over this with the scorpions, and the lizard, the beetles, and the snakes. But I promise you, when we get out of this town, I will help you raise a pet, alright?” His voice took on a more soothing and gentle tonality as he looked into her completely black eyes. “Ok.” She nodded, a little dejected but more hopeful. “We just need to find a job that gets papa some more money in another town, and then we’ll be safe enough to be a home for a new friend.” He smiled as he slowly stood up, making sure that his old injury wouldn’t act up, and that their new fuzzy friend wouldn’t decide that it was time to hide in the furniture. “Now, let’s go find her little home, and bring her back. Her family might be missing her.” He limped his way over on cloven hooves to the door of his decrepit tower, with his very large tail and young daughter following behind. And as he pushed open the door the light outside grew brighter and brighter until it nearly blinded him. And before he knew it, his eyes opened and he awoke in the temple that he had fallen asleep in, surrounded by his still sleeping allies. After placing his rough hand on his recently scarred face, he sighed, and then tried to rest once more with a tear bubbling up in his eye.

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Post #1

Introducing The Cast

In a place where many worlds collide, I sit. On the verge of monumental moments of these imaginary characters lives, I stand by and watch as they experience their worlds and all of the raw emotions and intricacies that follow. The gusting winds that pick up glittering sands from the surrounding dunes. A scent of fresh wildflowers and decay mingling in with the soft earth and freshly falling raindrops. The blinding white light of a barren and snow buried landscape, stretching as far as the eye can see. The forever curling and unfurling motions of the mesmerizing high seas. A dim room of silk and satin, lit only by a candle surrounded with sweet smelling rose petals. And a welcoming tavern floor with joyous chatter and clinking of mugs at every turn. These are just a few of the many places where adventure awaits at every turn, calling out for someone to stand out in the crowd. So that’s where many of these stories start, a person with a purpose who stands apart from the rest. Driven by the machinations of the universe itself, their tales unfold.

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Just as a warning, many of these stories will touch on stressful/taboo/uncomfortable topics! There will be warnings before each of them to help folks out with deciding what they’d be comfortable reading!!

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Heeeeyyyyyy, just starting this thing up, I’ll probably be writing about my OCs here, hope you enjoy!!! :D