Pride. cool! Did you have any favourites? Three of my favouite kdramas are 'ma boy' , 'romance is a bonus book' and 'my only love song'
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that would be a pretty good base of a plot [I'm getting excited already!], so which role would you prefer to play as [hades or Persephone]? Also, on the plotting thread you mentioned you would prefer to do bxg. would you like to rp the boy or girl? I'm chill with anything tbh.
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I'm glad we could find a kdrama we both like, should we do a thread with a similar plot? If that's okay with you I'm happy to create a thread for us c:
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hmm, if I had to choose first I would probably base my character off of Persephone. On bxg threads I usually rp the girl but I'm happy to try something new and rp the man [like I said, I'm cool with pretty much anything].
If you're happy with the decisions shall we start to create our forms? Would you prefer is to use anime or realistic faceclaims?
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yeah, I agree, doing the exact same plot would get boring. Did you have any ideas for the 'twist'?
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Syrrith here we go <3
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sounds good to me ^^ what pairing would you like to do [bxb,gxb ect]?
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Loki raised a brow at the command, lips parting into a sly grin while his two toned eyes flickered up towards the other with a mischevious glance. He straightened up, running a delicate hand through his hair as he slowly walked closer. His fingers reached out once he was close enough, brushing against the other's smooth cheek. "So demanding." He softly chided the dragon, his tone soft and playful. His thumb moved along the other's cheekbone affectionately as he carefully studied the other. Loki pulled away his hand, moving to sit just in front of Sobeck. With slow and graceful movements he pulled up his cardigan and shirt. Less than a minute later, his shirt and knitted cardigan was pooled on the ground next to his lithe body. The tattoo on his back of the wingless Chinese dragon was eerily life like, every single detail down to the scales was perfect. "I got it while traveling. The town I travelled to had rumours of a mage living there. So I found him, little shit was difficult to find, living in his lover's basement." He paused for a minute, briefly looking over his shoulder to watch Sobeck. Finally, his gaze shifted to the caves ceiling once again.
"In return for not telling the locals where he lived he told me stories about the places he travelled to, the dragon's, elves and fairies he had met in the thousands of years he had lived. We bonded, but eventually I had to leave. He offered to tattoo me as a parting gift. A strange gift, but I agreed to it. The mage was so happy to be able to tattoo someone again." He said, smiling fondly at the memory. His smile however disappeared as quickly as it had come, replaced with a small frown. "It's a shame I will never see him again." He bitterly chuckled, tucking some white locks of hair behind his ear.
Suddenly, the frown disappeared and a mischevious smirk took over. "You know, you're the third ever person to want to study the tattoo." He commented, moving so he was facing the other instead. Loki stood, looming over the dragon shifter. He leaned forwards so their faces were a mere inch away, his hands were pressed against the wall behind Sobeck, more to keep his balance than trap the dragon. His own multicolored eyes narrowed as he stared at Sobeck's hypnotic eyes. He would remember this moments for years to come. He hoped that Sobeck would also remember this moment for a hundred years to come. "I wanted to meet a dragon for so long and finally I did, under unpleasant circumstances I will admit, but finally I have you in my grasp. My little pet." He purred. He finally closed the gap, his plump lips pressing against the corner Sobeck's lips. After thirty seconds he pulled away, licking his lips as he did so. Instead of speaking he sat back down, pulling on his clothing while he studied Sobeck calmly for a reaction.
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Yeah realistic pictures are ok, for the age range maybe let's make our characters in their early twenties or somethin'? If you're okay with that I'll get started on my form c:
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Pride. here's the thread! If it's okay with you, I think we should go for bxg as I don't have any muse for gxg atm.
The form for my character and the starting post will be up as soon as you tell me what role you want to rp (the actor/actress or the character from the movie) and the gender of your character :)
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Haha everything looks great! Is his faceclaim Ayato Sakamaki from Diabolik Lovers?
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Loki was silent for a long moment, busting himself with scooting closer while listening to the other. Lazily, he set his head on the other's lap, gaze flickering from the ceiling to the dragon. His gaze was mostly unreadable, perhaps showing how bored he was with the ongoing conversation. "Why would I want to meet another dragon? I already have you." He said with a lazy wink and smirk. "After I leave you the next thing I want to meet is a vampire. Who knows? Maybe I'd be lucky enough to become their blood slave." He laughed in excitement at the thought, his porcelain hand moving to gently trace patterns along the other's hand. In no way did Loki hide the fact that he just wanted to use Sobeck as a toy for entertainment, no, and Sobeck didn't hide that Loki was also a toy for his entertainment. Loki supposed that's why he almost instantly liked their relationship- none of them knew how to figure the other out, no one could tell when the other would leave. No one wanted to fall in love. Maybe that's why the sadistic side of Loki couldn't wait to make such powerful creature fall in love with him. Excitement bubbled up at the thought of having another powerful being in love with him. The mage was the first one to fall, sure it has been difficult with his lover hanging around but he took care of her. Now it was Sobeck's turn to fall for him.
Loki lifted himself off the other's lap and sat properly next to the dragon once the lightening had struck and darkness took over the cave. His constant touches, however, did not stop. Now he was lazily tracing along the other's chest, humming peacefully as he did so. It didn't seem as if Loki had any ill intentions towards Sobeck,if anything it seemed as if he just wanted to make sure the other wouldn't magically disappear. "Sobeck." He whispered the name in the other's ear softly, his warm breath fanning over the other's skin. He nuzzled into the other's neck, his eyes shutting as he enjoyed the moment. Loki gently guided the other's hand to his thigh, gaze flickering up to watch the other's expression as he did so. "How would you put me in my place?"
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sorry that my form looks like literal trash. Also, would you mind starting? I have absolutely no idea on how to start this thread lmao
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sorry it took so long. Here is my form! If you want me to change anything just tell me c:
The starting post will hopefully be up by tomorrow or tonight depending on how busy I am today. But maybe while you wait you could post a basic form for your character?
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correct c:
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Natasha hummed curiously as Lucas shooed his hand away, watching with stormy gray eyes while he helped him with his ankle. A few hours ago Natasha would have been ecstatic that Lucas was talking to him, much less touching him. But now the touches made him feel sick. He wanted to scream for someone to help him. Natasha knew he couldn't though, not if he wanted to live. Instead, Natasha leaned back slightly, taking the antibiotics with borderline trembling hands. The same trembling hands opened the bottle and took out two pills. Natasha didn't even bother with water at this point, he swallowed them dry, setting the bottle down beside him again afterwards. "You wouldn't like me if I thought before I act. You like it when i fight back, that way, when you finally kill me it would be much more fun." he commented, not even upset that he might get murdered any second now. Honestly, it was his stupidity that got him in this situation. He was obsessed with Lucas [maybe he still is], he had to accept that he just messed up big time attempting to sneak into his house.
Natasha reached out with one of his hands, cupping the other's cheek gently. His thumb gently trailed along the cheekbone. "You've been crying?" He asked, which honestly sounded more of a statement. Natasha smiled motherly, leaning forwards as best as he could without moving his ankle much. Instead of properly kissing the other, shaking lips pressed against his [Lucas's] brow bone. "Don't be sad, you can talk to me." He whispered before his hand dropped to his side while he leaned back, his stormy gaze focusing on the ice pack Lucas has been holding to his ankle. Now the pain had dulled down by his ankle Natasha realized that it wasn't as bad as he initially thought. Sure, it was swelling; but he could still move it. Maybe even run with it if he continues to take the painkillers. He just had to make sure Lucas didn't notice this. Last thing he wanted was to be helplessly chained up, where he really wouldn't be able to escape. "Have you actually thought about how you will keep me? I'm high maintenance you know. Where would I sleep? How would you explain my sudden absence?" He asked, one elegant eyebrow raising as he waited for a response.
[Sorry about suddenly leaving the thread but I'm back now and I'm fairly active c: . also I thought I should mention that as long as Natasha doesn't actually get killed, feel free to let Lucas torture him as much as your heart desires]
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Natasha caught the clothing thrown to him, humming softly as he looked over it. Natasha smiled slyly as he looked up at the other, his gaze playful while he held the clothing against his chest. "Are you sure you don't just want me in your clothing?" He asked, fingers playing with the fabric of the borrowed clothing as he listened to the other day something about how no one would look for him or something. Honestly, Natasha didn't really hear more than half of it, more because he didn't really care what the other had to say. "What about my teacher? He'd be concerned that his star pupil and occasional hook up partner has gone missing." Natasha commented, more to himself. "Or he would be happy. No one to blackmail him and tell his wife." Natasha paused, scrunching up his nose in distaste. "Wow, I'm basically the best type of person to murder. I have no family or any relationships that are really worth mentioning. I really am pathetic." He said out loud to himself, stormy gaze focusing on the ground as he thought.
Natasha was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a sound coming from the neighbors. Most likely a door or something. Right. He should get dressed. More lazily than anything, Natasha undid the buttons from his Victorian styled shirt. The shirt easily slipped off his narrow shoulders once fully unbuttoned, revealing more of the man's smooth porcelain skin. Natasha didn't take that long to pull the borrowed shirt on, more because he was embarrassed about his slim, androgynous appearing body. "Tell me about your victims. What're they like?" Natasha asked, out of the blue. His trousers were a little bit harder to get off, but eventually, he managed to squirm his way out of them and replaced them with shorts that kept slipping down his hips. The shirt sat just as ill fitting, which was to be expected due to the difference in size. Said shirt kept falling off his shoulders, allowing one to see well defined collarbones and some of his chest. "Thank you for lending me clothing." He said, still lazily perched on top of the table, watching Lucas. "And I'll have you know I am much better compared a dog." He sniffed, almost pouting at the memory of being compared to one. Suddenly, his pout turned into his famous mischevious smirk, clearly he had just thought about something perverted. "But I'll happily wear a dog collar for you. Maybe one of those shock collars so you can punish me when I am bad." He snickered, twirling his raven coloured hair innocently. "Though, it's hardly a punishment if I get off on it." Natasha teased, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip.
[Okay, I'll make sure to do that <3]
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Natasha raised a brow at the other when he slipped the collar. "Aren't you the disgusting one in this situat-" His sentence had gotten cut off by his own soft gasp when the other have the collar a teasing tug. Natasha cleared his throat, reaching out for the other. Lazily his arms wrapped around the other's neck, dragging him closer. His legs hooked around the other's waist, left arm staying wrapped around the other's neck while his right arm had fallen to his side. Natasha leaned closer to the other's neck, slowly kissing the lightly tanned skin before biting down hard enough to cause pain but not leave a mark. His right hand felt around his back, looking for something, anything to use on the other as a weapon while things were quiet. His hand finally curled around something's handle. A knife he guessed, figures a serial killer would have tons of knives. Natasha didn't hesitate this time. He took the knife gripped firmlly in his right hand, plunging it into the other's closest arm. It didn't go nearly as deep as he wanted it to, but beggars can't be choosers. With both of his hands now free he pushed the other, hard, hard enough so his back would hit the floor.
Natasha laughed like this was all fun and games after he had pushed the man. "Aren't you a little dumb to be a serial killer?" To him [Natasha], he supposed it kind of was a game. He would never admit it out loud but he sort of enjoyed this, the feeling of death looming over his shoulders, so close to him he could feel her breath against his ear. Natasha slipped off the counter, running as fast as he could to the front door with his ankle still messed up. His hands attempted to desperately open up the door but to no avail. He had to have a key to open the door from the inside. Deciding to not waste any time trying to find a key Natasha made his way upstairs, more crawling up than anything. He had explored the house before Lucas had came home. To escape he would have to jump out the window which would lead him to the front garden. He quickly entered a master's bedroom that looked as if it hadn't been used in a while, locking it once he slammed the door. Natasha didn't waste any more time thinking about it, he ran to the window, opened it and fell out of it. The fall to the ground was a harsh one, promising bruises and cuts. But, he was finally out the house. Natasha laughed as he undid the collar Lucas gifted him, throwing to to the side. His gaze shifted to the old woman's house. Lazily, Natasha stood up, running a hand through long silk-like hair. "See you at college. Try and catch me again again soon." He called, tone amused when he started to limp out the front gardens. Walking [more like jogging] on a pavement with bare feet never felt as good as it did today.
[So, I had an idea to keep things interesting, what if Natasha escapes but doesn't inform the police? Like they could meet again in college or something and after classes, or maybe after things settle down and Natasha gets back into routine Lucas could kidnap Natasha again? If you don't want to do this idea it's fine c: ]
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Natasha showed up to college the next day with most of his injuries hidden. He easily his them by wearing a dark red turtleneck, a loose knitted sweater and some black trousers that fitted almost too tightly, successfully showing off his beautiful curves. The only visible sign that he had been in a house with a serial killer yesterday was the bruises and cuts on his hands, the bruise on his cheek from the fall and the scar on his plush, pink lips. Still though, he looked as elegant as always with his hair pulled up in a high ponytail and his fringe down that fell into his eyes that were framed by long, dark lashes. If his skin wasn't decorated with the bruises he would have looked like a living porcelain doll walking to the class.
There were whispers following Natasha as he walked [most likely about what happened to his face], his heeled ankle boots making soft echoes through the mostly empty hallways. Natasha ignored the whispers though, it wasn't like they were that important, not today anyways. No. Today was supposed to be exciting. He had Lucas's attention now, and they were playing a cruel [but entertaining] game of cat and mouse.
Speaking of the devil, right there in front of him was Lucas, smiling brightly as always. Natasha was ashamed that he didn't notice how fake that smile was sooner, especially since he had considered himself an expert at faking emotions. Natasha supposed it hardly mattered now. Not when the man was a few feet ahead of him. It appeared Lucas hasn't noticed him yet, which was good, he would much rather stay invisible to make it more difficult for Lucas to catch him. Natasha didn't give Lucas a second glance when he walked into the classroom and to his usual seat. "Nat? What happened to your face?" One of his female acquaintance asked once he had sat down next to her. Natasha smiled shyly while his cheeks flushed, his stormy eyes drifting away from the attractive, slightly older girl. "Is it that noticeable? I must look so ugly today." He said embarrassedly, while he scratched his cheek. "No! I think you still look cute!" The girl quickly squealed, rushing over to give him a hug. Natasha had to force away his snickers and groans of pain when she practically hugged his poor bruised body to death. Natasha's blush, however, darkened and his smile got a little more timid. "Thank you, Beth." He said while she pulled back to sit down in her own seat again. The girl, Beth, seemed to stop the conversation, thankfully. "Say Beth, would you like to grab some coffee after class?" He asked her, tucking some of his dark hair behind his ear as he smiled fondly at her. "Sure, I'd love to!"
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Natasha smiled as he watched Lucas focus on his laptop screen, gently biting his lower lip as he observed the other. Natasha didn't stop staring with amusement in his gaze, even when Lucas briefly locked eyes with him. Finally though, it was time to get ready for the class. Natasha forcefully broke his gaze away, quickly digging out a laptop from his bag. The class dragged on, one hour had felt like a whole year. But finally it was over. Natasha leaned back in his chair with a soft yawn, smiling sweetly at Beth. "I'll meet up with you in the cafe. I have to go to the bathroom." He politely informed her. Seconds later she bounced off excitedly, no doubt to the campus cafe. "So desperate." He softly cooed as he twirled some locks of his raven hair that had been pulled up in a high ponytail, sucking on his lower lip as he thought. He could go home with her. If she was around Lucas would be unlikely to attack.
Shrugging at the idea, Natasha stood up, collecting his things before heading out. Natasha stopped by Lucas's seat, tilting his head towards him slightly. "Should you really be driving in your condition?" He asked softly, his tone was mocking yet his voice hardly was above a whisper. To any other person it would appear as if Natasha was mumbling to himself and not talking to Lucas. Natasha didn't bother to wait for a reply either, with confident strides he made his way out of the classroom and to the cafe, where Beth was sitting, sipping her drink. Natasha didn't waste anytime, he sat down on the seat opposite her, almost immediately falling into a boring, life-draining conversation. All she talked about was how every boy on the planet wanted to date her- obviously she was even nire insane than Lucas. After fifteen minutes Natasha had lost interest and the pain in his ankle was getting too much to bear for such a shitty conversation. So he smiled beautifully towards her, made his excuses and left. Of course, he didn't leave the campus, no, even though it was light outside it was too risky. But, he did walk to a mostly abandoned staircase. After making sure no one was around he slammed his hand against the wall three times to avoid screaming with pain. Shit. He had to take more painkillers. With trembling hands he pulled out a white bottle filled with strong painkillers. Again, not bothering with any sort of liquid he shoved two of them in his mouth, swallowing them without difficulty.
Natasha kind of felt guilty. If this was so painful to him he wondered how much pain Lucas must be going through. Natasha shook his head, slipping the small white bottle back in his bag. Right. Now that the pain was slowly fading away he had to find a way to go back to his crappy apartment without a certain stalker catching up to him.
