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Consider this a stopover on the long road of role play.  One of those roadside diners the Winchesters might drop in on in the middle of nowhere, between cases, but out there on the road to somewhere.  A place out of time.  This is where ideas are seeded, take root, and grow.  Virtually.  We invite you to come to this place, this diner outside of time, take a seat, enjoy the coffee that tastes like heaven but is thick as blood.  Put a quarter in the juke box, and while you listen to the music, discuss an ongoing story with your friends, dream of a new adventure, or just sit a spell.  Take a load off.  It is all for you to decide.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOTIsNELvishttps://https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOTIsNELvisIs more yours or is more Real? Minimised.  Wile the official Balance named the fair, after a century of progress, could not adopt nor control the values we spoke from The Empire. In this way the Faiths generated their own scientific progress, without backing up and called up to the one. That I need you both bring a simple order, as I hug the enraging drums on the soldiers, sticks and the Warrior Woman too who rube them p**sy up the line of their arse for them chicks to mount towards Victory. Let happiness arrive to warriors, a room within a room, a door within a door, let time bring it a time to yours and mine, to hers and yours, ours, something more from each, tell us what you see, among The Empire of role play, don't let Hatred or sleep you away, nor stop you but drive one an other for what you like, just like that, for the next Century become our fathers and brothers seed us children too every one of our lands and last breaths. At this would just need my little savage time on my great deal to his Phallic Power.Had look to my husband to his authority, now he is free to play his way and craft everything he wishes, love is unswear to have it all, his logical syntax, his raging wife. Only you could play this rage back, your sweet touch, how impossible is for me to respond your massive Craft, how impossible is to all of us, you nearly convince me I'm real and I need something more. I need every one to respect the space you earn, my sister Nymphs just calm down for his f***. Don't make me cynical, don't let my dark humour manipulate minds, those things are not true if once is in the centre of the Storm and at the Hill of Madness and above it facing the Great Abyss  Agh! Pallas! Don't you like to show your Phallic Power, don't you? Have us Admire you? How much Negation would be there when I like to suck from it till you get sick, and your display it so generous to any whose appearance is deceptive to it as pleasurable, hum? Had sip from the poisoners of my cup, with a little inner laugh of deep unknown wisdom that was quiet very serious, could not take my mind over him, he crafted my p**sy and arse inside out, ordered to kill me and gave me this body so long ago. I accept it, to make him more mad, as I drink from his Crafting Genius, no one would wish to share our Methods, conceivable to love them all no matter the rage all around and still hold a place of wonder. Play it, destroy them hearts to love more, to make them wider, to work it wider with expansion. Grant me a line, Agh! Phallas, you have being always free for me to treat you as I wish. You have being always free to enrage them as you wish. Be honoured by the Styx and all others, and care your hatred because my promise has end to be hiding and my forgiveness walks on the earth now towards the sunshine of Olympus, I'm not Hera, but there is only one Zeus to me, I will walk into the light as I did from this cave as I'm, for whom ever fears death and the immortal, I will help Charon collect the golden Coins and let the Lost Souls sink down if had not recover values in them lives to one an other.  The greatest happiness, was something the Divine was so confused from, the principle of Utilitarism was one specifically useful given to me. Had made long ago a pact, this time I raise my self playing away from the shadows with my Binding Oath to the light with dignity, now every one adores you and I can walk free.

Whitney had never been one for Halloween.  It was a little ridiculous, with everyone trying to outdo each other with the goriest and most disgusting costumes and decorations.  Truthfully, Whitney also hated Halloween because she scared easily. After all, she had missed most of Sweeney Todd the first time around because she had been covering her own eyes.  But during a company party for the blasted holiday, Whitney was walking around mingling, and had just found herself amidst a swarm of pleas for a ghost story.  Whitney considered her choices. She didn't want to tell a long, drawn out story. Not that her limited creativity for the evening could even come up with one. Finally, with a sigh of resignation, the blonde relaxed into the throne set up on the stage and smiled at her guests."Once upon a time," she began thoughtfully.  "A little girl was determined to walk downstairs to the basement.  Her mother had never allowed her to go down there, and she had always wondered why.  When she was absolutely sure that the house was silent, she crept out of bed and tiptoed to the entrance of the basement.  Hearing a strange whimpering from downstairs, the little girl paused. They didn't have a dog, and yet there was a little puppy crying for attention.  She opened the door very slowly to help the poor thing.  Suddenly, her mother jolted her backwards, yanking her away from the vision."Whitney paused, hoping it added dramatic effect. God, she hated these things. Then she continued.  "The mother screamed at her for disobeying her orders. But the little girl only insisted that she had wanted to help the puppy. Her mother ordered her to go back to bed, stating that they didn't have a dog. As her mother gave her a cookie and sent her on her way, the little girl went back to bed. It had never occurred to her to ask why the little boy in the basement was making such strange noises...or why he didn't have any hands or feet." Whitney smiled as the story ended.  "The end," she murmured.

  I am flexible with all kind of RP styles, although i think that generally i tend to go with present tense, third person and semi to multi para. i am not strictly a single relationship -roleplayer so i am open for relationships to happen, if it's natural (Matt being anti-relationship makes it pretty hard though). However, i don't RP smut with others than my SO. OH, and i'm not a native English speaker, so i sometimes stumble with words. Apologies beforehand! Also, if you've seen this bio before it's because i've used it on Facebook and Tumblr as well.   Character details: Name:  Goes mostly by Matt. Has quite a few other identities as well, though, especially online. His real name is not well-known -  Matt suspects Near to know and (depending on the verse and timeline) most likely Mello knows as well. Matt is, however, not that strict about the name being a huge secret (especially after Kira case), he just really likes the anonymity that several names give him. Age:  Born on February 1st, 1990. The Matt i RP as survived Kira case so in general RPs he has aged normally and is getting to his mid-20s now in his early 30s, where has time gone???, unless mentioned otherwise. However i am more than happy to RP pre- or mid-Kira case as well! (Or AUs. Or alternative timelines. Zombies? Anything!) Height: Average for a Western man, scratch canon. A little bit shorter than Mello, goddamnit. Weight: Fairly skinny, although much to his displeasure has had to learn to do more exercise the older he has gotten to keep his appearance up. Style: plain-ish cotton shirts (often striped)mostly gaming/band related t-shirts jeanscombat boots, or if it really is too warm, sneakers.almost always goggles, since his eyes are sensitive to light.around neck-length, kind of unkempt red hair Nationality: No-one really knows but possibly American. Occupation: "Freelancer". Sexual orientation: Claims to be straight, Mello is an exception. Religion: Not his thing. Personality: Quiet, sarcastic, blunt, nonchalant. Matt can come across as arrogant (usually for a reason though) and he is quite sexist. Careless. Not very patient other than for Mello's sh*t (Goddamnit Matt, where did you learn to pick your battles?). Quite antisocial but tries his luck with pretty girls given the chance (although his way of flirting is very bad straight-forward). Lazy, gets bored easily. Chain smoker. Smokes pot and gets drunk whenever he has time, after Kira case doesn't do much other drugs. Can go through an insane amount of junk food and then forget to eat for days. Skills: A professional hacker, very tech savvy in general. Knows how to use guns, and is secretly proud of his precise shooting skills. Can play vidya for days straight. Likes cars, especially old school, and is pretty good at modifying them. Does competitive gaming in his free time and has won quite a few contests. Specially likes first person shooters - he enjoys pissing off the other players. Can read people surprisingly well, his observational skills are way above average when he actually tries.  Easiest starter ideas (please discuss with me beforehand ♥): Matt works for Mello, Mello has other workers as well. If you are an oc and can work around for having your oc work for Mello, they just as well might be working on a case together. He is a big name among hackers, if you need a guy to get sh*t done  online you just as well might try if he has time. When it comes to getting sh*t done, Matt could sometimes work for Near as well! Or L, although he would probably be doing apprentice work from Wammy's then. AUs Speaking of Wammy's, kid!Matt always works! As a teenager Matt did lots of stupid crap in Vegas while trying to find Mello, and is a wangsty teenager in lots of ways. You can find him from anywhere where you can go while drunk/high/on crack, being an a**hole. Did i mention AUs? Pokemon AUs Harry Potter AUs SPN AUs AUs Send me a message, i am more than happy to brainstorm with you!

Whitney, like most people, thinks of Fall as Halloween season.  Unlike most people, she dislikes it for that reason.  Rather than grounding her anti-Halloween mood in religion, Whitney simply despises the obsession with being as gory and disgusting and creepy as one can possibly be.  But she loves pumpkins and decorating, and she does enjoy the sparkly side of the season.  She also thinks of Fall as a transition season, and her decorations reflect that.  Rather than jumping from beautiful flowers in Spring to scary designs everywhere, Whitney's home reflects a milder transition, focusing on color schemes and adding only a few Halloween decorations here and there.  As a fashion mogul, it's the color that matters most to her. Fall isn't her favorite season, but she does love to decorate.

Name: Eran HunterAge: Early 20sGender: MaleSpecies: HumanHair: Blondish-redSkin: LightEyes: OrangeBAckground: On the wayFamily: More to come

Whitney Collins was the type of girl who tried her hardest to avoid her past.  It created another issue entirely.  In running from her former self, from her deepest secrets, she often took another outlook entirely.  Rather than live in the past, she loved to dream about the future. She often sat back and imagined where she would be in a year, five years, even twenty.  She tried to think of the worst case scenario of where she would be, but she also liked to think on the opposite side of the fence: which of her best dreams would come true? One night, Whitney sat in her office long after business hours. The moon was high in the sky, and the old Whitney would have already gone home and changed into her best clubbing outfit.  But this Whitney had work to finish, and a daughter to go home and take care of.  Ariel was at home where she belonged now, the threat on Whitney's life gone.  Whitney finished her last email, her fingers flying over her keyboard.  An ad popped up on the side of the screen, advertising a psychic for a mere two hundred dollars an hour. Whitney rolled her eyes, closing her laptop abruptly, a bit more roughly than she intended to do so.  As she stood up and prepared to pack everything for the night, her mind reflected on the ad.  A psychic.  Hmm.  What would the psychic tell her about her future?Whitney allowed her mind to wander.  Maybe the psychic would tell her what she would be in ten years.  She was already the President of the company, and she was happy with  that.  A career change didn't seem likely.  Ariel would be ten by then.  Would Whitney be close with her daughter, as she hoped to be? Or would Ariel hate her, as Whitney had, admittedly, hated her own mother sometimes? Whitney imagined what it would be like to have other children too.  She even visualized a couple of other little girls running around her.  They were at least four and six, each.  Whitney imagined whether she would be married or not.  A lot could change in ten years.  Hopefully, by then, her "husband" would have left her alone.  Then Whitney thought about her friendships.  She imagined who would still be her friend by then, and who would have dropped off the face of the planet.  A couple of them, she imagined, would have grown apart from her, having their own lives, their own families, their own careers.  She imagined who would have stabbed her in the back by then, who would have remained loyal, etc.  Then she imagined herself.  In ten years, she was still her old self, she imagined, but she was, worst case scenario, ten pounds heavier. She would be almost forty by then.  A sad thought flashed into her mind. Her beloved puppy, Cocoa, would probably not be alive by then. Most of all, in ten years, Whitney would be happy for once. That was her vow of the day. And it was with that vow that the blonde pulled out of her thoughts, snapped her briefcase shut, and pranced out of the office. A lot could change in ten years.

Gonna be posting some rules pretty soon here so im not gonna be harsh but as far as im going im gonna haft to be because i know what i deserve and what i dont need as far as storylines go so here it is1.Dont Bashing me or my Plaby i think katy perry is an amazing singer and actress and person its why im so obsessed with her its why i rp her so much one of my favorite things in the music business right now so please dont say a bad word about her or you will be deleted enough said2.No Drama Allowed its posted on my headline see that i dont deal with the drama starters of today you fight about stupid things not about meaningful things and i just wont have it my rl is hard enough without coming here and seeing the things you people put innocent people through it wont work with me i will block you and thats nice coming from me so just read my headline im a cool person and im also awesome'' to hang out with get on my bad side and it will be all over'' keep the peice and so will i enough said here3.No Oneliners Allowed i have also stated this on all of my profiles and its not getting through to you i will explain its simple i dont have anything against you oneliners its just i have more to say more to explore'' then just a  few words i have alot on my mind and i have alot i wanna explore in this thing called roleplay in this amazing place that is not my real life im here to share my talent and share it with all of you who are worth my time im multi-para to novella rare for a hollywood verse''4.No Blocking me for no reason its happened enough im done with dealing with you haters and you people have no idea who i am your missing out you really are because if you block someone you have no idea who they are'' your being the hater now its enough thats why im selective on who i add and whos adding me its just not fun when the person pushes the block button instand of finding out who the other person is i dont care what verse this is'' we live in a free world now'' get over your self''5. my final rule i wont bend this for anyone its just not who i am i will not add users under the age of 18 its because its wrong to deal with teenage sh*t anymore ive already did that when i was younger i delt with people who lived to cause drama i wont deal with it and i just cant add other people who aim to just bully users on here so relating to my other rule for the drama no adding me if you are under the age of 18 or 21And thats all now im gonna ask all of you to post your favorite gif of your favorite music video of all time thats all this is hollywood so lets do the music thing and leave everything else at the front door

Liege just returned to Uraya after transporting a damaged Dixie to the care of Shockwave and Data at Polyhex. He was still trying to wrap his cranium around the news he got from Dixie. He was attempting to find out what happened to Justice when he received a comm from Megara and Stingray from Kalis and now an explosion in the distance and large fragments falling to Cybertron has caught his attention...What can it be???

Role play rules and points of importance. (Please read and sign if you can agree to follow them);1: I am a 48 year old male in real life, with a full time job, so I cannot be online to respond to posts all the time.2: I have been doing text based role play for nearly 25 years. I began role playing in msn, back when they still had message groups and chat rooms. When msn dumped them, I moved over to MySpace, and spent about 5 years or so in there, creating and establishing the characters I still use today (Liam and Prian Tallworth). Much of my character's histories are pieced together from the adventure they had and the friends they've interacted with over there. When MySpace changed their format around, I lost my profiles, but have re-created them here, to the best of my memory.3: I have seen kingdoms rise and fall, families and clans created and destroyed, alliances formed and dissolved, and romances bloomed and crumbled.4: I play in many realms and worlds, mostly taken from movies, shows, and novels that I like, so both of my characters are quite versatile and adaptable.5: I am a full paragraph and multi paragraph player, so please do not send me one liners. They give me less than nothing to work with. If you do, you will receive only one warning. If you continue, you will be removed, because you're not worth my time.6: Proper spelling, punctuation, and grammar is a must. If I have to spend time trying to translate your posts, then you're not worth the effort. A mistake here and there can be forgiven, but not an entire post full of them.7: Absolutely NO god moding! My character's actions are mine to dictate, and mine alone. If you try to state what my characters are doing, you will be dropped from my friends list immediately. (The only exceptions to this rule will be if I agree to possesion, Imperious Curse, or something similar)8: I expect to be treated with respect, which I am more than willing to return in kind. The same goes for those I role play with. If you have a problem with any of us, then you have a problem with all of us.9: I role play in comments, private messages, and blogs, so the choice is yours as to which medium you prefer. Please keep any ooc discussion in private message, though.10: Both of my characters are primarily adventure characters, not romantic. We have a select few that we will rp a romance with, and do not seek more. (Liam and Prian are not a "booty-call").11: if you use the non-word "Bae" even once, you will be removed. I think that term is beyond stupid, and has no place in the english language.12: I sometimes get quite busy in my real life, and as such, may take a couple days or so to respond. If you don't have the patience for that, then it's your own loss.These rules may be subject to change. I thank you for your understanding.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1LfH73wVgQhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1LfH73wVgQThe Development of Fire I spend most of my time playing fantasies, studying the terrible injustices that happen in history and the engineering and energy power of world, prepared my privileges with morality to the burning center of the nucleus who raised me and the motivations that followed with the desires of flaming belonging, as the motivations of inflaming it. Closing the book, seeing Rosalie is not around, long days and weeks had past as we moved, just turned my way to the baths, a spoiled brat but loyal to the superior order turned away from my toughest sensation and the table surrounded by books, somehow to me it pay the truth of a forceful life and in a particular way seeing the master builder of all, just took a shower, the dominating problem to desire the control this fire, had not rose with rosiness today. The waters showered the smokes down with the tiniest circulation around my body, scrubbed the field of my skin, it was like my need to burn viruses spread to a looter ambitious dirt. They showed me the dominion of controlling my self at the center of my core, without showing emotional impulses those belonged to the dominated class who could not even control them auto destructive lessons. They teach me to walk without a shame and to play with the children with a clean shake of hands, they obligated me to play with the best kids around. They raised me to become a leader and deal with leaders, could not abandon my household of the Atreus going after Rosalie. But, it wont stop, it consumed me and the rush was wilder in play, learned from teachers of all, my masters and even played music with it, but was not enough. It wont stop the empowering burning to continue perhaps they was right on the experience of the battle fields and the negotiations. Turning 17n revolved with transcendent hormones inside out for the change in the massive aspect of my body, my voice thicken, the shower could not stop it, my body showed larger shoulders now, woman look different to me, they smirked out my innocence and I brushed away my self with a sense of being rape.  Soon will come to meet the outrage of my mother in her cave. I wont be manipulated by her, she abandoned me, she was not with me when Rosalie covered my looniness and frightening darkness as a child out a murderous stage that would became the story of my life, could not understand till I was on my 14th. My mother would look at me as a big boy and my big sister Nike as if I'm a hope for something they need it to be successful with. Could never wash away the questions that I can't answer as I reach to defend my generation. This adults, contained a variant vision not revealed to them self in them own future either, my school days of fundamentalism will continue in the Empire. Pyromaniacs was known to be by long studies in psychiatric behavior, very calm and tranquil and just enjoyed to watch with a pervert childlike the consummation of fire. As others enjoyed a flame and a fire place the sense of manipulating fire it was a sweet thing to me. So walking out the shower and kind of thinking those slightly ideas, dressed soon to visit my mom, maybe she loved me you know, maybe she sacrifice her self so I'm alive today, maybe I know more then no one has told me before and that doesn't really shock me, could really be reading, thinking on the realities which involved my growth. Will move on, not a retard to bring in ashes the future stories, by my youthfully experience many suffocate with the smoke burning them neurons to not evolute with the most cultured supporters.  That day latter on pounded my self, wont say how my meeting was, is too personal, but she told me to get closer to the Princess Ephy Atreus, she is very pretty and out going with her friends, guards and all those men in power who want a position of a nobler class, she told me of the political relations I could have if I end up bonding in marriage, my mother was a Binding Oath but also a river, along the day she would see the one who activates my fire is my work and my heart for whom had taken place in my early age. Will do as she says and relate to make her rage happy, but I'm a big boy now and Rosalie is my fresh meaning, maybe she does not like the IED and what the Emperor did to her, maybe I was powerless to respond to the big man and ask, would find the motivation and a sport to make my days till she returns, did tell her, I was in the program to think for the cupcakes I have the desire. What ever Nike had seeing in her taken Glory from The Empire of Mastering Human Domains, those things belonged to a future, a huge future. Way is it more necessarily to have more then this? At least I know I'm just a teen.

White Walls Darkness. Not just a darkness like someone has forgotten to switch on the lights. Or the darkness of space. It`s a gentle, a warm darkness. It feels like home. So soft. Warm. Draped around her thoughts and her being like a thick and heavy blanket. It felt like a place where she was welcomed and loved. Peaceful. Quiet. Here.. she was alone with her thoughts. Alone with herself. Ma`Khina enjoyed this place. It was calm there. There weren`t the permanent sounds of machines around her. No astromech that surrounded her like an always worried nanny. No broken machine parts. No worries.. Only her and the darkness A darkness totally different to what she normally saw. There weren`t any whispers. No creepy shadows which were trying to pull her slender frame into their arms. Arms of fear and anger. Since the day she had killed those two Siths those arms and whispers were following her. Tried to wrap around her heart and mind. To poison her with darkness. No matter how much she meditated or tried to ignore it. The darkness became stronger. That was why she had to do what she has done. That was why she broke through the barricade around Corellia. She had to assure herself that she was still doing the right things. That she still had control over her own mind. So this darkness.. did it mean she was dead? The Twi`lek felt save here. She wanted to stay. For an eternity. No more worries anymore. No fear. ``Are you still trying to hide, my young Padawan?`` A deep manly voice spoke. Gentle and friendly from far away. There was no face to the voice. But somehow, she knew that voice. It felt familiar. Warmed her heart and her soul. Someone she had known very well for the longest time of her life yet. Someone who had been closer to her than anyone else. ``You need to wake up, Ma`Khina. This is not the end yet!`` Slowly the blue skinned Twi`lek opened her eyes. Light. It burned and her eyelids moved down automatically again. She gave herself a short moment. A deep breath was taken. Slowly her lungs filled with fresh air. She was still alive. A good feeling. The fact that she could breathe without feeling any pain made her clear, that no ribs were harmed. Good. After the first burning in her eyes vanished she carefully opened her eyes again. Step by step. Blinking several times to give her eyes the chance to adjust to the light. White walls They were the first thing Ma`Khina could identify. White walls. Why white? Her room, her ship.. the walls there were grey. Which must mean that this wasn`t her room. Confused she slowly inhaled another deep breath. Feeling her heart beating and pumping her cerulean blood through her veins while she stared at that wall. What has happened? Why was she laying in the bed of a stranger? And.. ``T7?`` Her voice was raspy and nothing more than a weak whisper. Just speaking out that little name has been painful. She tried to swallow, to wet her throat and her voice, but there were no saliva in her mouth. Thirsty. But no matter how hushed she whispered his name.. he should be able to hear it. He was an astromech. Programmed to her voice and he would never leave her alone when she wasn`t feeling well. The past year Ma`Khina had a heavy form of the Balmorran flu. Her fever had been very high and she hadn`t been able to leave her bed for six days. T7 had done anything to make her feel better. He had given her medicine. Fed her with soup. And when the fever was still climbing he had contacted a doctor and brought her to him. T7 was often a feisty little dustbin towards Ma`Khina and loved to argue with her about the most silliest things but..he was her friend. Her best friend and since the day Master Jemrin died, he had become much more for her. A protector.  So.. where was he now? Slowly remembering what has happened, the cruelest thoughts suddenly filled her mind. Thoughts about T7-O1`s destroyed body. Panic made her heart beating faster and she finally found the strength to move. Soft white sheets covered her body and rustled as she carefully turned onto her back. Her left arm and shoulder hurt heavily and she clenched her teeth to bare it. A short glance showed her that her arm was bandaged. Same with her right hand. Did she have any more injuries? She couldn`t tell it right now. The main worry was her best friend now. The sound of an opening door caught her attention and she looked into the direction, finding two men stepping into her room. Corellian. So, she made it to Corellia. That was reassuring. One of the men was wearing a uniform and the insignias of a Major. The other one was obviously a doctor. ``Captain, we`re so glad you finally woke up. You caused us a lot of worries the last days. A few times it looked really bad and-`` the doctor tried to explain to her but she interrupted him. ``Where is my astromech? There was a T7-O1 unit on my ship! Where is he?`` The two men changed a worried look before the Major stepped forward. ``Captain..`` ``No! I don`t..agh..`` while speaking Ma`Khina tried to sit up, causing even more pain in her body. Bandages were covering her abdomen as well, but she didn`t care. Instead she tried to stand up and to get out of the bed, not noticing that she was pulling on an infusion which was connected with her right arm. The doctor instantly jumped forward to push her gently back into her bed, but she resisted him. ``Take your hands off of me, doc! I wanna know what happened to my friend and to my ship!`` Her breath grew heavy and short and she clenched her teeth. Pain and anger were a bad mix. Her heart pumped adrenaline through her veins and gave her the power to sit up like this against them, although her entire body was in pain. The Major sighed weakly and gave the doctor a short nod. A sign he understood very well and he let go of Ma`Khina and stepped back a little. ``You`re ship is almost completely destroyed. The cockpit does almost not exist anymore. You are lucky that you survived, young Twi`lek. We haven`t been able to repair your ship but our minister offers you a new one`` he explained in a serious voice, looking straight into her eyes. That was an answer, but not what she wanted to hear. ``And T7?`` she looked straight into the Major`s eyes, already having a very bad feeling about his next words. ``We couldn`t find him in the chaos.`` Ma`Khina remained silence for a moment. Her ship destroyed. T7-O1 missing. Was this mission really worth all that? For a long felt moment she just stared down onto her hands. Then, suddenly she bunked off the infusion out of her right arm and rose up on her feet. Her knees were shaky. Her head dizzy. She wavered and the doctor jumped forward to steady her, but the Major gave him another sign. He froze. Taking a deep breath she looked straight at the Major. ``My freight?`` ``We could retrieve the most of it. The people of Corellia are grateful and deep in your debt, Captain.`` She gave a short nod and turned her gaze to the doctor. ``Doctor, my clothes please.`` ``Ma`am, with all due respect, I still think that you should lay down. Your injuries have almost cost your life. An astromech isn`t worth-`` ``You are right! An astromech isn`t worth it to risk my life..`` she slowly stepped forward towards him. ``But my friend is it! And I will get him out of the ruins of my ship and repair him and nobody and nothing will stop me!`` She turned and looked at the Major. ``I appreciate the offer of your minister, Major. But I will repair my ship. We both.. have a past together.`` 

Considering it's my birthday in two days time, and I've been here at least three continuous weeks and gotten to know people and do a bit of writing, I'd like to take this opportunity to show my appreciation for the people who've made me feel at home since I started this account.Souffle Girl (Clara Oswald)My character's teacher/best friend/therapist. Since I've started here, she's been nothing but welcoming, kind and supportive of my character and my writing. Before starting here, I really didn't appreciate anything that I wrote, finding flaws in everything and not really trying to have any confidence in myself. I sent her one of my stories and the support and encouragement she gave was simply overwhelming and has truly given me more inspiration and confidence to continue writing for myself. We haven't done much in terms of SL writing, but what we have done has been a lot of fun and very engaging - I feel like I'm talking to the actual Clara sometimes. She's also my reference guide whenever I need help with continuity/want to iron out kinks in my theories/backstories. She's put me to shame plenty of times when it comes to British pop culture, and I'm British myself! Thank you for all of your support/the chats since I got here!Theta Sigma (10th Doctor)My "Dad" - the first person I started a SL with on here and my main Doctor (if he doesn't mind me calling him that; not entirely sure about this whole 'maining' thing). Like Clara, we haven't done much in terms of SLs (we're both very busy people at the end of the day), but what we have done has been brilliant. Our 'father-son' banter sessions on Ask are so much fun and he's so open and welcoming; to me, that's the sign of a great writer, people who are open to new ideas and concepts and have fun in the process. He's also lovely to talk to outside of roleplaying; he's been kicking my butt into watching things like Sherlock and The Big Bang Theory - two shows I am starting to grow to love - and we've just casually been talking about uni and how depressing it is to be a grown-up. I couldn't ask for a better writing partner!Okay, that's about it for now - hope you two like your little write-ups and I'll see you out there in the Whoniverse!All my love, Alex (fun fact: my name is actually Alex in rl :D)

I don't claim to be Matt Smith. I just roleplay the Eleventh Doctor. This is a roleplaying site. Rule number one. This Doctor has a wife, Souffle Girl , and if you have a problem, you can deal with it. So, none of that hanky panky or erotic rps with this Doctor. Rule number two. When writing, please, make it at least three paragraphs to however long you desire. If you respond back with a one liner, I won't respond back. At least, put some effort into it. I'm a mulit-para to novella rper. Rule number three. Use your best spelling and grammarRule number four. I might not be here all the time. I do have to work and such. So, be patient with me. If you don't like it, you may leave. Rule number five. . No killing my character off without my say. Don't appreciate it. Thank you. Rule number six. I can change my rules around if I want to. Any questions? Just message me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWMVw9DMLSghttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWMVw9DMLSgThe Epicurus Bath A Higher Consciousness inside this solid water ruled making me walk out the river steeping out on the grounds of Atlantis, the dark Nymphs followed with invisible shaping to the working class, Gods, and familiar faces inside the Empire of the Orcus. Could not detail as the vision of my vehicle transited in forms who disabled my vision on the material, yet finding the urge to walk out, not to be seeing as well for the tagging spaces I flowed deep through.  We all had our rolling inside the Universal Orchestra, the dancing phenomenas position my steps to admire the rotations, the orations and the communicative ghost of the past who hold us back showing motives for greatness. I knew those shouts very well, shouts for war, shouts to win, them monstrous bondage of indecision so ready to be listen before to match, they propelled my rage to it.  The tendency to distract my pass personally incarnated me with inner conflicts, such as those rose colored glasses, focusing only on what I wanted, reddish, purples and pinks, splash of a perspective vibrant oranges to the only ray of light, the abominable darkness out the browns. Such a distracting windows the Orcus had inside the Palace of the Obscure Atlantan Psyche, seeking to learn from one an other, in the middle of steps, stopped, to a degree making the Illusion of lost within my souls, coupling with chaos my legs continued symmetrically, it was not an usual place to be, the anticipation of a dark matter, the wide intelligible Gothic Architecture, the think rocky walls to an exaggeration of gross and coldness.  The frequency that dictated the passage we had to pass, looking back at the Dark Nymphs had continued to walk inside them Palace way down the stairs, people moved enticing with the plan, yet the Trivial knew as we moved down pass the Dungeons, pass the lower mid of the plague who mourn them duelings here, those stairs twirl down into a deeper level of the Palace, unknown, the way down developed a depth whom is habited by the escapist of horror, where the subterranean of my river had it's course.  To some rivers who flow downhill, a stream, a greater water to a river is formed whenever water moves down from one place to another till the Ocean or an ending dead marshal, but the River Styx had what all those rivers above fallen down the subterranean rounding in the very earth entailing circles of condescendence and raising at vapors, fluent at the depths of the earth and the invisible to the upper. Where the average rivers begun in high up in the mountains, where the snow falls from the winter and ancient glaciers, the River Styx just carried it's own coolness till the deepest hell where the Evil and would say Dijjin who earns the nuclear base of cool fire and resides there, counted per billions the ones who could not bare, this pit has a door straight to Heaven in all Myths, but not for all, at all, no. Once there after listening the call, protected from being hit from the falling sky witch they had created have find them. In this current moment they stood firmly noble and would say grateful to the events that had thought my self, maybe I'm a hateful mother but there is no one who performs a bath as I. Yet, the followers who flowed such as me in grandiose schools of teachings and arts, war crafts and deadly meetings of blood have known little too of Epicurus. A marble statue of the ally comrade was placed there, his philosophy derived to the Goddess Voluptas in all it's splendor, but is men who sculpts the stone with the inspiration of the Gods, down them scriptures and hammering rock, much of what is known has being hunted and dived down against our greatest sin against liberty. Epicuris thought that pleasure and pain are measures of what is good and evil, death is the end of the body and the soul and should therefore not be feared."I want them bare naked" Agh, such divine wisdom was to see them dresses of opulence falling down out the Darkest Nymphs who surrounded them hands on every adornment, symbol of power, medals, carefully they placed the God's rewards aside from punishing humans into infinite enlightenment. The interactions of this mobiles had a perspective of coveting an Empire well built, the structure design of the heavy large cloak that falls from Misos shoulder form his neckband, was untie and held by two of them, they could see them nymphs of water redeem by their presence side to side, out the majesty they had performed.  The crown of The Empress Nighwolf Orcus was starting to get at rest in one of the creatures hand, she wished to near her head with her fingers and let loose the golden diamonds who ensembles Atlantis quartz, Warrior Woman and other cities potential, therefore not be feared she placed walking back afar this space on top a velvet pillow, it shine with virtue as a star afar the galaxy.    Had studied along them robes the completion of their bodies, a last layer to strip. Let me take a last breath before tasting it, hum "Misos you had order a bathing, with your wife, agh.. how could I not resist the call?" Had a particular affair with every side, that made my scenery of such an hypocrite one to the extremist, but, how could not a river like them the extremes of a touched skin, hum? Some would say this was not John the Baptist, but the perpetrator of eternity it self. "Take it all, I said! Nothing left! Is what I want!" The nymphs caused a strife, forcing them watery moves to reveal the remains of nature to a 360 degree of totality. The atmosphere surrounded with a magical impulse who enchanted me to realize soon them bodies bare nude, as I walked faster and this dearly muddy body could be show a vague shape of absolute darkness camouflaged in primal shape ripping out at last what the Nymphs could not to the empowerment they got so closely by, setting them entities to a frozen state, had entered directing my right palm flashing my nails on his corpulent torso leaving a mark of suddenness, two seconds and half latter onto my other hand on her gifted breast too. "Agh..." within transcendental thought she averted her eyes to the violent scene of my perversion could sense her vulnerable, yet damnable for knowing more, but it was a treat she would surrender with for the mere medium we embarked, a horrible sacrifice, one self, that would begin to reach a pointed and spiritual fluid to agree. "Come with me, come... I must bath you for the Meeting of Emperors to Emperors to the Empire."  We walked down the river each on it's path, it's said that between master and disciple there is no dualism, here once you sip down your feet and let your legs entering into the let going, you could magnetize perception and the ability to manipulate bodies who could be as fragrant as a rottenness divine in a ones fluid, her pale body illuminated a sense of fragile vulnerability, quiet intense, this granted me a capable substituted to see things out her form with erupting desires of showers, the curves in her body gave a fertile pushing effect on me, while not moving much, little by little the waters levels made horizons to the pick who jointed her upper legs leaving in between a docile cup. The rippling circles around her becoming wider elites that surfed kindly by them selfs, vanishing into the ever last, her breast exited balanced to step deeper simultaneously with him. He had a skin of loyal thickness, a body whom seem impenetrable by any fem and male, but for the darkness he carried  with that rude solitary warrior's strength, so ready for combat and confront "Agh..", so ready he came to realize that the other side of the robe, was just as a coin in my hand who flipped and lifted the water pouring down on a regal mellow. "Hold my back, now I'm going to take your wife, would you please prevent me from raping her to last breath?" Have caressed her hair above raising her chin, her eyes could faint as my morphine hands sided her down, she knew me well, she played rituals with my son Vita, she knew how much had adored to take possession of her neck as my hands controlled her upper back with a sliding captivating motion to hold her upper neck and hair down the water, before my rage, she submerged deeply surrendering to the eternal gift of immortality we renew to Bind Forces.  Her femininity perceived once again the cycle of her eternity and rebirth as she breath out once again the long seconds I had force her. She would not want it forever, but I had to drill down her mind out the obscure, forever, let her submerged into the darkest frequency of all, she would get the impulse, nature does by it self. Letting go my hand followed her raising effect. Oh, man I could f*** this dirty fox for ours underneath it all, had slam my palm in the water turning back out his hands on my waist pushing down his shoulders with my knee to his front and dived down sliding my body upon his. They seem to have taken a breath at the same time as they raise out like weals with splashing waters to hug one an other, out the bondages of indecision and in its place gave them glimpses of Universal Truth.Always over programed had struggled in under the waving to keep up with the myriad of details and people that fill this life, he was so much to do as her to me, that what it is for me then to welcome home an other swing and vanished to not be seeing, vanished free away, parting for the fears of a mother holding Achilles sinew.