alonimi - Valesport

Basilisk in the Basement (Closed)

Thu, 22 Nov 2018 06:20:19 +0000

Beasts and Horrors [Closed]

Fri, 30 Jun 2017 00:36:54 +0000

Unexpected Guest [Closed]

Sat, 17 Jun 2017 19:53:23 +0000

Cipher [closed]

Sat, 06 May 2017 03:03:22 +0000

A private 1x1 between Kat & Scoot
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Any Shelter [Closed]

Fri, 07 Apr 2017 23:37:35 +0000

To The Rescue [1x1]

Sat, 25 Mar 2017 11:53:36 +0000

Glitterbombed [Closed]

Sat, 18 Mar 2017 18:58:50 +0000

The town was sort of weird. She wasn't sure how big it was, or if it all looked so... old. Maybe she was wandering around the historic district? Or the slums. Would explain the abandoned buildings.

She was walking funny and sticking close to the buildings, squinting painfully in the morning sun. She felt like she'd lost a fight with a bull, mostly because she had done basically that. And then the bull had fucked her, as if to emphasize just how badly she'd lost.

Stupid fucking bat-demon-thing.

She was wearing nothing but a hoodie, about eight sizes too big. The base of it came down almost to her knees, bony and scraped and part of too-thin legs. There was glitter and what might have looked like dried glue absolutely covering the inside of her legs, all the way down to her ankles. What was visible of her chest and neck was only slightly less coated, sparkling and shimmering when the light hit it like a very unfortunate, very shitty vampire. Her hair, too, was glittering dramatically, silver stars in a black night sky.

She looked kind of like she'd been a hazing victim, actually.

She wasn't quite sure what she was looking for. A source of food or clothing would be nice. If she saw a person, she could ask to borrow their phone and then bolt. A dangerous prospect when her legs felt so wobbily, though. While she could, under most circumstances, escape nearly anyone, these were... subpar circumstances.

And so onward she wobbled, hoping to find a more populated section of city. Or at least a building that might have a dumpster attached.

Sanctuary [Closed]

Wed, 15 Mar 2017 07:13:33 +0000

Content Warnings: Non-Consent ❤ Dubious Consent ❤ Big Scary Monster Man/Horrible Waif ❤ Maledom ❤ Femsub ❤ Size Difference ❤ Rough Sex ❤ Unprotected Sex But He's Made Of Rock So It's Fine ❤ Glitter Cum ❤ Tail Sex ❤ Fellatio ❤ Penis-in-Vagina Sex ❤ Foodplay (I Guess) ❤ Handjob ❤ Frotting ❤ Frankly Excessive Bukkake ❤ Hair Pulling ❤ Cunnilingus ❤ Face Sitting ❤ Biting With Fangy Teeth ❤ Improvised Bondage ❤ Consent Navigation ❤ A Real Lack of Communication ❤ Scary Feral Monster Just Wants Hugs ❤ Rats ❤ Graphic Violence ❤ Murder ❤ Gunfire ❤ Blood ❤ Biohazard

Bad decisions had been made.

Look, it was a professional risk when you were long-term homeless. You weighed the options between a possible roof and a possible kidnapping and you went with it. Most of the time, it was nothing you couldn’t solve by crawling out a bathroom window. Worst case scenario, throw a rat at someone’s face. Ren kept pocket rats for that very purpose. Well... not actually. It was quite rude to throw a rat at someone. They could get hurt that way, and Ren always felt terrible afterwards. Those rats had trusted her.

But then sometimes, you got caught up in a human trafficking ring that had good security and it just became... gosh, it just became this whole thing.

On the bright side, though, hey, new city. New chances! Lots of shady nooks and crannies. Like, a weird number, actually. The rats here were probably nice.

At the moment, however, it was pouring rain, and Ren was running, because that was what you did when angry men with very large sticks and quite possibly guns were chasing you. She’d never know why they were so keen on her. She was rail-thin, flat as a board, with no hips of which to speak. She was a damn grown woman, but malnourishment and a naturally light frame gave her the build of a teenage boy who puberty had been kind of cruel to. Her black hair was as clean as it had ever been, thanks to a few weeks of heavy-duty cleaning and decent food. It had even been cut into something resembling a cute bob, which Ren was a bit sour about.

All she had on her was an over-sized hoodie, which was also an issue. Just because she could wear it as a dress didn’t mean she should... but no one had thought she’d escape completely naked. Their mistake. She’d grabbed the hoodie off a coat rack as she’d streaked.

Bare feet splashed through frozen puddles, numb before she’d gone a single block. It didn’t matter; she’d steal what she could and barter for the rest. She always had. This wouldn’t be her first time starting over from nothing.

And she was a very fast runner, naturally agile and very good at fitting through tight spaces. She climbed like a particularly volatile squirrel. Despite stronger muscles and longer legs, the men chasing her fell further and further behind as she weaved through back alleys, not seeming to need any light at all to see where she was going.

She was in a very poorly lit side of town now, blinking lamp posts and long abandoned alleyways. She slowed down only slightly, sticking to the shadows, until she found what she was looking for. A boarded up window, not boarded up enough. It looked like it had been a church, once. A long time ago. The tall window had probably once held beautiful stained glass. Now it just had sharp broken edges and boards going up the first ten feet or so. Probably they’d thought no one would be able to climb up to the very top, or would have the desire to.

Ha. They’d never met Ren.

Gripping the boards with fingers and toes, she scurried up with practiced agility, fueled by adrenaline and weeks worth of meals. She squeezed through a hole maybe two feet wide at the very top, managing not to cut herself on the broken glass through the power of contortion and sheer willpower.

To her luck, there was a second story, so her drop was a reasonable one onto some sort of... side balcony over the large hall of the church proper. She couldn’t see too clearly, despite her good night vision, which bordered on unrealistic. But it was dry. Very drafty, and there was a puddle rapidly forming around her, but much better than an overhang in the rain. Plus, hopefully, no one else could make the climb she had to get in.

She wandered away from the broken window, hoping to get further inside and to a dark, dry corner that even the sharpest wind and most determined drip of water couldn’t reach.

Disinclined To Acquiesce [Closed]

Sat, 24 Sep 2016 17:33:14 +0000

Minuet [Closed]

Wed, 25 Nov 2015 22:38:53 +0000

[Historical - 1850] Chemical Reactions [Closed]

Wed, 25 Nov 2015 06:36:39 +0000

Painting Walls [1x1]

Sat, 04 Jul 2015 01:16:03 +0000

--Resuming an RP from about 2 years ago, there is more before this--

This was going to be one of the quickest rooms to do. The Japanese characters needed to be precise and he checked back to the images on the phone quite frequently but they formed quite easily beneath his brush in black paint, spread out evenly across the panels, every second panel was decorated in this way and once he finished with the black he washed his brush out again.

Changing brush he then began mixing colours again and he changed his mind, mixing different colours instead. Being very careful of the black so as not to smudge the lettering he began carefully painting a range of decorations dotted randomly around the words – sakura petals, butterflies and maple leaves dotted their way across the doors.

It only took forty-five minutes or so to complete the doors and he was happy with the results. Putting down the palate onto the bench he picked up his coffee and finished the remainder of what was in it. He washed his palate and brushes in the sink, being careful to get rid of every trace of paint before he got his towel and wiped them all off.

Looking back at the doors he smiled, “I’m going to have to put a flat, non-gloss varnish over the doors in a day or two to make sure that it doesn’t chip or get ruined. On the walls as well.” [/font]

Lik snapped it shut as he turned his gaze back to Lotus and smiled, “So bedroom was the last one you mentioned as well as anywhere else, did they want anything in the bathroom? I'm assuming those are the only two rooms left that I haven’t seen yet.”[/font]

Golden Shadows [1x1]

Mon, 29 Jun 2015 01:03:44 +0000

He could hear the music that filled the other male's space and the Fallen stood at the door, leaning his hip against the wooden doorjamb as he waited. He hoped that the other male wasn't so engrossed in his plants that he hadn't heard the doorbell - since his partner loved his privacy so much he hadn't managed to swindle a key out of him yet - but he still had his ways to get in if necessary. More likely than not, Lotus was probably finishing up getting ready.

Pulling his mobile phone out of his pocket he flicked it open, looking down the list until he found Lotus' number and pressed the button. Ringing the other male's mobile phone he could hear the ringtone melding into the music as he waited for Lotus to either make his way to the door or answer the phone.

Likèreal hadn't changed much over the last few months, unlike Lotus he didn't tend to change his look that often. The long ebony strands brushed past his waist now and his skin was still a light golden brown, gold eyes were hidden beneath dark shades. Lotus had gained some input into his wardrobe however that was about as far as it went - he was wearing a silvery blue shirt that had a design of darker blue butterflies across the middle of it, over the top he was wearing the white trench coat that the other male had talked him into buying. In addition he was wearing dark blue jeans and black boots.
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The current owner, Bimala Rivers, granddaughter of Milind, is proud to call the Deltin Royale her own. It offers all the amenities one would expect from a luxury casino. Table games and slot machines with high payouts for anyone lucky enough to find themselves a winner within it's gilded walls. The two-story building also boasts a five-star restaurant with a dazzling view of the bay, that has been described as: magical at sunset.

also proud to call herself the Alpha of the T?ndu'? M?na; the most powerful clan of Bagheera in the city. The Deltin Royale acts as their den, so to speak. Also, as a base of operations for their less than admirable practice. The T?ndu'? M?na are often sought out for their expertise: Smuggling. The metaphysical population knows that if you need something (or someone) supernatural, or just plain illegal, you go to Bimala and her leopards to get it.

Megs and Tindome
A Do Not Cross AU

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