UPDATE AND WARNING;
Plagiarism is ILLEGAL.
All of the following is my work, and if anything came from anything I have in fact given credit. If I find anyone using one of my starters, or having something far to close to one of my own, I WILL call you out on it. Credit must be given to me for the idea at the very least if I find that your starter is to closely involved with my own, either that, or delete it. If nothing is done I will continue to report you until something is done. This has been done before and I'll gladly do it again. Do not test me.
Note; I like semexseme roleplays.
I play dominant uke's a lot considering I just can't bring myself to being the overly cute type. Even if my character starts out that way I end up ******** it up and turning them into a bad a**.
^ ^;;
I don't like weak as characters responding to my roleplays. Give your god damned characters a back bone.
TELL ME OF YOUR LIMITS.
I have none.
Literates only.
Obviously only yaoi is available at the moment.
So Much For That Idea.
Snap snap snap.
The camera made the same noise with each click of the button. Kane moved the lollipop around in his mouth, the hardened ball of flavor slowly being shrunken down in size in a nearly unnoticeable rate, the dark blue color staining the boys tongue as he looked through the camera lens, eying his target. “Hm…” A young business man, seeming to be in his late twenties. Pretty handsome -- from a guys point of view, anyways. Though, there were rumors about him. Bad rumors. Now, Kane could care less, but if he could get pictures of this guy doing something illegal, then damn he’d hit a gold mine. Staring at the man through the lens, he could have sworn that those eyes of his had glanced his way.
Kane was up on a roof, a few stories or so higher then the man he was currently taking pictures of, so it came to a bit of surprise when he even thought the other saw him. A bit scary too. He watched as the man made his way down the street, a few men in suits guiding him along to his fancy limo, protecting him from paparazzi like himself, and secretly failing as Kane stole another picture. The man was the owner of nearly every club in the city, and he was being accused in magazines of several things. Selling people as sex slaves, being leader of a mafia, and more illegal deeds. After a night of following him around, he wasn’t so sure of what was true or what was not. There were a few places he couldn’t sneak into without a membership card. Though, he was leaning more towards the prostitution industry considering when he tried to follow him into some secretive place, they had asked him for a password…
Yeah, he got his a** kicked by a few security guards. He rubbed at his backside in remembrance.
Clicking the button to his wonderful, brand new camera once more, he could have been positively sure that this time, he definitely saw the man look his way, and not only that, but smirk! That gave him the chills, a chill running down his spine as he quickly backed away from the ledge of the roof he was on, only to bump into something behind him. He didn’t remember having anything behind him when he crawled up here, turning his head around to see that a long black object was there. He poked it. Fabric? It was soft, silky even, raising his head to see that it was not an object at all, but a leg. Belonging to a very emotionless looking man. “********…” Kane went to back away, only to have something hard slam down against his head, his lollipop falling from his mouth, shattering against the concrete like glass.
Night night.
His unconscious body was thrown into the back of limo that the man he was once taking pictures of was on his way towards while he was being spied on, rudely, by Kane. This just wasn’t Kane’s night.
- New starter. -
- PM -
- Literates ONLY ( No such thing as semi-literate. Don't try that crap with me.) -
- No one-liners. Put some effort into it. At LEAST five lines. At least meaning; a few more lines would be loved, but if that's all you can cough up... -
- Be the man he was hired to take pictures of? -
- Tell me your limits. -
- This is YAOI, meaning no girls, unless you're willing to roleplay as a guy. Duh. -
{ Disclaimer; Idea originated from a manga called; 'You're my love prize in viewfinder'.
Do I Taste That Good?
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[ Yaoi roleplay below. ]
[ Don't click the link provided without knowing it may be to much for some. It's mildly revealing. Don't like it? Don't click it. If you complain over the picture, or the starter, all I'll say to you is that I warned you. ]
[ Literates ONLY ]
[ Be the master please. ]
[ VampirexSlave. ]
[ Pm to continue. ]
A servant obeys. They do as they are told and they must always remain calm in front of their masters eye. Never shall they complain, nor should they whine about the tasks asked of them. It’s how a servant is supposed to behave. A slave, on the other hand… Well, that’s something different. Forced to be a servant. Normally if they react badly towards the jobs asked of them, they are punished cruelly. A slave and a servant, alike but very different. Slaves were normally seen as objects. Something to throw around carelessly, to use as the owner pleased. Sure, they could scream and misbehave as much as possible. But much they’d be punished.
Now, what if the owner were to be a vampire? Would the rules change? Or would more cruel acts merely be added to the list? Or would it be a nice treat? A wonderful experience? Maybe. Maybe not.
Uriu, an eighteen year old slave. One who’s parents had died as a baby, and had went from foster home to foster home. Apparently he wasn’t the best child, because his families always gave him back. He had made the last family, who consisted of an over-worked man and a drunk woman, to upset. They thought that’d it be better that they just sell him off for money, instead of giving him back to the foster home. It worked out the same way, only now he was sold as merchandise instead of a son. The first person who bought him was nothing but a weirdo. He was bipolar, and if not that he was just plain insane. Though, Uriu apparently complained and whined to the point where it pissed the man off enough to return him, sell him off to someone else. It had been six years since that point, and from then on he’s been with this man. The man was horrible, worse then the first guy. He was mean, and probably bipolar too! He was nice at times, but then he’d get mad easily. Well, maybe Uriu was exaggerating a bit. He’d admit he was a brat, and would complain even if he was asked to do something simple. He had tried to run away a few times, but failed every time, and then the man he lived with would get even madder.
Uriu lived with a rich man, he had other servants who worked for him, and if not lived there, they left at night or morning. They were paid to do this, Uriu was forced and it pissed him off. He was treated cruelly while they at least had the ability to leave.
Oh, and here’s the fantastic part! Not only was Uriu being treated as an object, but also as food! Oh how lovely. Yes, his master was a ******** vampire. A blood-sucking man, and a pervert to boot. He was overly demanding and expected to much from Uriu.
Well, maybe Uriu was just being over dramatic again, but then again, who wouldn’t be over dramatic in this case!? His neck was the palest part of his extremely pale body, and various scars that all resembled bite marks, some seeming rather new.
The young boy grumbled in anger, laying in his single bed, the sheets all moved around from him restlessly rolling for the past hour. His neck had what seemed to be a rather loose metal collar on, the cold steal making him shiver whenever he rose his head, the metal pressing to his skin. There was a small metal loop attached to one end of the collar, a chain running from that loop over to the other side of his room. The chain clinked together as he slowly rose from his small bed, the metal pressing to his skinny little neck again, a chill running down his spine. “Hnn… Stupid ********’ man…” He growled under his breath, glaring at the door. His room was pretty huge, though, it was empty of anything. Just the chains and the window and his bed. Man, he was pissed. He had tried one of his running away things again today, and obviously, considering his current situation and such, he had failed. Terribly. He felt a bit woozy, too. His stupid, mean, nasty, weird, blood-sucking, owner thought it’d be a good idea to take a good percentage of his blood. Eh, he was only exaggerating again, he hadn’t taken that much but he still felt dizzy. He whined, making his way off the bed, raising to his feet. He swayed slightly, managing to catch himself before he fell. He brought himself over to the window, pushing the lightly colored curtains away to glance out the window, the chain he wore clinking together loudly as he moved. It was late at night, and he couldn’t bring himself to sleep. Though, after a second of staring out the window, he heard the door leading to his room click open. The chains rattling must have woke him up.
[******** you!
The cigarette hung from his pale lips, as the meeting dragged on. "Hibari!" The man known as Hibari flinched as he was scolded, the unlit cancer-stick falling from his mouth and on to the table he sat at. "No smoking!" The man across from him shouted angrily at him, pointing a chubby finger. "I'm just letting it sit there. I'm not lighting it." Hibari growled, picking up the cigarette and placing it back between his lips. "Stupid boy. So young and already smoking. You'll kill you--" "That's not what this meeting is about! Please refrain from trailing off!" Another man shouted in anger, before turning his attention back to the actual topic. Hibari, at that point, looked the other way, letting his eyes slide shut as he chewed slightly on the tip of the stick in his mouth. "Hn..."
All the men in this place seemed to be... well, dangerous-looking. The room they sat in was dimly lit and small, and it seemed there were guns on nearly all the men. A dangerous team of people, obviously.
Hibari thought it was boring though, keeping his head back as the people talked on various topics that seemed important. All of the topics were illegal-sounding and rather off.
"Idiot..." A soft voice murmured as he shook at Hibari's limp figure. He had fallen asleep, the cancer stick having fallen from his mouth and was now laying on the dirty floor. "Get up..." The voice called out, a smirk placing itself on the pale-mans face. He was much cuter then the round fellow that had shouted at Hibari earlier, reaching a hand down on Hibari's chest, slowly reaching down to his crotch.
He may be cute, but hell was he a pervert. Hibari's silver-colored eyes flashed open as the feel of the others hand running over his body, gripping his wrist in a threatening manner with a fast paced motion, squeezing it tightly. "Ow, ow, ow!" The man shouted, soon having his face pressed against the table as Hibari rose from his seat. "********' perv." The black haired male snarled as he let the other free, making his way around the table. "So you smash my head into a table? That's unfair." The man whined teasingly, fixing himself up, dusting off his jacket and all that.
Hibari was always a very violent boy, even when he was in school. He'd pick fights with the nearest person, and win every fight. Though, he'd come out bloody and beaten. He had many bruises as a teenager, constantly coming home in a mess. His mother was a drunk and eventually drank herself into her grave. What a day that was. He grew up, now being at the young age of twenty-one. He had a job to satisfy his violent urges and all of that, he killed those he was told too and beat up ones he was told too. He never knew of the actual rules of the dangerous game he was now playing, but hell, as long as he got to do what he liked to do... He was never interested in relationships, so he never brought himself to finding a girlfriend, nor a boyfriend for that matter. That's not to say he was a virgin. Oh, of course not! He's slept with many, merely to get over himself. But he was never there by the time his one-night-stand woke up. Might as well skip the drama and just jump out the nearest window, right?
With a sigh, Hibari exited the room and went out the door, the steal door scraping against the concrete to make a very loud, annoying sound as he pushed it all the way opened. He was in a dark alley way. Seemed fit for his job.
He killed for his boss. A loan shark who lent out money to people. If those people didn't repay him, well, that's where Hibari came in. Or, he'd just smack them around for a few weeks until they came up with the cash.
His hands were pulled back from the sleeves of his black over coat, the coat just resting on his shoulders as the sleeves flapped around, slowly making his way out of the alley and on to the streets, his gun hidden in the back of his pants, his jacket flowing in the cool breeze and his short, shaggy hair hiding his silver eyes. Nothing to do...
[ A very sketchy starter. ]
[ Literates ONLY. ]
[ This is in fact yaoi. Meaning no girls. Unless you're willing to play as a guy. ]
[ Be whoever you want. Make it interesting. Be a man out to kill him, a random guy walking by, or someone who took a loan and never repaid it. Whatever. ]
[ No one-liners. At LEAST five lines. ]
[ Tell me of your limits. ]
[ New starter. ]
[ Not that great. I know. D: ]
[ Literates ONLY. ]
[ This is yaoi. So males only, or girls willing to play as guys. ]
[ Be the guy who is taken to his room? ]
[ No one-liners. Some effort is required. :/ ]
Eyes closed underneath the mask, the prince sat in his thrown as people danced beautifully around him. They twirled in the utmost elegant manner, eyes hidden by decorative masks all designed differently and made beautifully. The waiters swiftly maneuvering there way through the crowds of dancers that all seemed in sync with their steps, serving whine and treats to those who weren’t moving their feet. The violins playing loudly in the background, very tasteful music that rang in his ears as it repeated itself several times before switching to a new song.
“Prince, is there anything I can bring you? Possibly a girl to dance with?” Finally, the males hidden eyes flickered open, the eyeholes that were poked through his mask barely giving anyone a glimpse of his beautiful crystalline orbs. “No… No, I think I’ll just remain seated her, thank you.” He nodded his head slightly towards the servant that had managed to make his way over to him. He enjoyed how everyone called him prince. Really, he was nothing more then a rich teenager, with parents that were never around. His parents popularity in the business world made him rather popular as well, being seen as a prince instead of the master of this house.
His beautiful eyes scanned over the ball room, eying each person, especially those he remained pressed to the wall, sipping at their whine nervously.
One of them caught his eye, a familiar face, actually. “Hn?” He’d seen that same man once or twice while he was on one of his trips through the town, blinking a few times in curiosity. He hadn’t remembered inviting him, but then again, he didn’t even know his name.
“Ion…” He murmured the name of the man standing right next to him, as still as a statue until his lips moved. “Yes, sir?” He turned his head just a bit to the side, staring up at the boy sitting high on his chair.
“Who’s that man way in the back? The one closest to the stairs.” The older looking male known as Ion blinked a few times, turning to stare at the one pointed out to him, cocking an eyebrow. “I’m not exactly sure… Would you like me to find out for you?”
“Yes, I would like that very much, Ion.” He gave the butler a charming smile before returning to staring at the nameless man across the room.
It had been a few minutes before the butler returned, the music having changed to a slower tune, the dancers changing their style in response to the music. “Well… That man you’ve pointed out is apparently an orphan, he‘s not much of the popular one in town…” That wasn’t exactly what he was aiming to hear, but it was good to know. “A name?” The butler couldn’t help but chuckle in response. “I’m not exactly sure, sir. I only asked someone who I assumed knew him. Would you like me to ask him directly? Or maybe your parents?” The prince’s face scrunched up in aggravation, letting a sigh pass his lips. “No, it’s fine. Why not just have someone keep him after the party. I might enjoy talking with him. Maybe bring him to my room?”
“I don’t think your parents would like that.” The butler frowned, giving his master a look of anger. “My parents are never around, Ion. I doubt they’d come back because I just want to get to know someone.” He chuckled softly, nodding towards the man. “C’mon, go, go.” Ion groaned and began to push his way through the crowd to get to the man he was being told to grab a hold of, the prince watching as he did so, the music slowly coming to a complete stop.
Dancers stopped, the party began to come to a stop and so on. Maybe he’d be able to find something to do now? The prince waited on his throne, eyes still on his butler and the male he had yet to get the name of, watching as he was being walked off down one hall by Ion. Being taken to the prince’s magnificent room.
“Hm…”
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