I'm a hopeless romantic .-.
Like Isaac.
I constantly compliment the girls I like.
Like Isaac.
GOD DAMMIT WHY CAN'T I SUCCEED LIKE ISAAC.
Because the writers don't like you as much as they do Isaac.
I had no intentions. I make one roll to see a random place for her to replace the hand.. FUCKING CHEST AREA. I roll to resist.. NOPE.. I roll again to resist.. CRIT FAIL.
...What?
*double-checks for the IC thread*
((Well shit. DAMN YOU DICE!))
Ashley grabs the hand on her stomach with both of hers and.. [5..] holds it with both of hers on her chest.
...Not quite what I'd imagined...
Kyle only has time to utter an 'oh my' before the fade to black.
((Dammit GWG you had one job!))
My one job is overridden by my need to sleep!
And you both promised you wouldn't do this!
That being said...the foreplay was drawn-out, and while it wasn't horribly disturbing, it WAS drawn-out and dull. And a bit off-putting. Hence, I will assign the following damages:
10% chance of pregnancy
15% chance of embarrassing disease per partner
5% chance of worrisome but not terribly dangerous disease per partner
20% chance of amusing accident
[2] ...Well, then. I'm pretty sure there's a trope for this.
[20,49][69,18] Both of you are clean.
[90] The night was quiet and uneventful.
((Well, this is a transport concept I had for a game I'm planning in just over a year... I'm not entirely sure how well this meshes into the setting though it is designed for a flying islands over magical core setting, so hopefully it'll be fine.))
The continuous streaming pillar of magma softly solidified with a gentle hiss in front of the ship, muffled by the numerous small bodies of water present aboard the transport. Silently, the segments of the platform behind them crumbled and fell away, doubtlessly to be melted once more in the core and resummoned to the front of the vessel. Perhaps 'vessel' wasn't the most appropriate term, it was a small island really, enchanted to break away parts it's rear before recycling the summoning it back at the front, similar to a cellular automaton pattern really. The caldera-like structure was filled with water kept to a pleasantly warm temperature by the lava, of course barriers were in place to ensure that its passengers didn't fall off during a swim. Floating on the lake-like mass of water was an elegant structure of fine marble combined with more modern, advanced construction materials. It was upon this formation that Selina and Victoria quietly rested as the unit closed in on its destination.
((Was that okay for the transport description?))
Sounds like a cross between a house boat, a cruise ship, and a small island. Which flies.
"A-agreed... s-s-so... er... wh-wh-what do we do... d-d-do first...?" Selina isn't really sure what to do on a honeymoon.
<<Bowchickabowwow.>>
Didn't you want that stuff to
stop?
Again; what the hell is wrong with you perverts?
Pregnancy, now.
Now I kind of want to flip a coin to find out if they used protection...
No, they didn't. Retribution for dull, disquieting foreplay demands such!
Oh, and mcclay, does whatever that thing is affect pregnancies?
EDIT:
(:3
No hawt secks for u)
No pregnancy for you.