Carnal Cravings (Updated 02/26)

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Firstly I'd like to say, that if none of my ideas appeal to you, though you think that we'd make a good pairing please PM me! I love getting messages, but on top of that I love throwing ideas together. For most of these plots you can almost guarantee that I will be taking the female role in them. A side note though. Even if it states 'he' in the plot I might be open to making it a 'she'.


Something else important to note. I do not roleplay as teenagers. I prefer the play adults likely over the age of 25.



Not Her
Vampires can live forever. Yes technically we can. It’s so glamorous of an idea to everyone until they realize what that means. If you don’t get lucky enough to find the person you are going to spend your eternity with, it's awfully dull. Sometimes that person isn’t who you would think it would be either. Believe me. I know. As cliché as it sounds most vampires do keep journals because our lives have been damn interesting! Everyone knows there are lots of myths about vampires well, those keep us alive. I’m not going to squash any of them for 2. Vampires are dead. False. We are not dead. It’s much more complicated than that and if we want to maintain our appearances we have to do that. Maintain them. Second, all blood tastes the same. Trust me. It does not which is kind of where this chapter of my latest fuck you from the world came from. Not only did the world say ‘fuck you’ but it came with a name. A name I haven’t discovered yet but if she comes into the gym tomorrow and I don’t kill her this time, I might try to find out.

So essentially I want a modern supernatural setting where a vampire, your character, meets mine at a gym. Well meets is a loose term here. He smells her at the gym. Only she is everything that his type is not. He’s been alive over 100 years, your choice on how long, he knows he likes slender petite women. She is not this at all. She’s round and curvy and smells like raspberries, coconut, and something he has never had the pleasure of smelling before.





Hockey Players Dig Chubby Chicks

Bunny, as almost everyone in her life called her, was young, happy, and not looking to complicate her life. Her gaming channel was beginning to gain more traction and a few companies had tentatively spoken with her about doing some brand representation for them. Now a Boston native she had grown up watching the Bruins with her Dad and brothers. She knew about hockey and didn’t hate it. So when she was sent floor seats by the makeup company she had been in contact with of course she accepted and happily took her brother and his girlfriend, her best friend Hailey, to the game with her. Little did Bunny know that was about to be the beginning of a very complicated winter for her.

(I would not be against turning this into baseball players instead of hockey)





Scent Through the Ages

Her feet pounded the mud hard as she ran. She could not hear her pursuer behind her but that didn’t matter, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hear him anyway. The pit of her stomach lurched at the thought of how she had escaped. The scream of her older sister Jessica telling her to run and not look back. Chrissella did just that, she ran. The monster had whipped through their house so fast, the blood had been everywhere. She had heard of them before, the walking monsters, so beautiful, but she had never believed. As the rain poured down and she began to slide Chrissella desperately went into the marble building everyone ignored. Dirty, soaked, and terrified, she cried before the statue of the old Goddess. Pleaded with her, to save her from what she knew was coming. As the blond godlike creature burst through the doors hot on her tail, blood soaking into his linen shirt. His chest heaved as he stared at her,  eyes glowing a bright blue.

“You have no power here.” The voice that quaked through the marble building sent chills down Chrissella’s spine. The man faltered, looking confused at his feet as they refused to move. “You will not harm this child. She has requested my  aide and I have granted it. Leave now before I ask for my husband's help.” Lightning flashed ominously in the background making Chrissella shiver once more, the man listened but he never took his eyes off of her.

“Sleep child,” A bed of pillows appeared before her, a warm fire blazing in the once barren hearth. “You will be safe until morning. I can offer you that much.” The voice said. Chrissella earned a vision of her savior. A beautiful woman with long dark hair and olive skin.

“What about after morning?” Chrissella moaned pitifully. The woman laughed, leaned down and kissed Chrissella on her forehead.

“There child, you will be safe for a 1000 years. The descendent who inherits your visage will be cursed instead of you.” Chrissella nodded. Those words comforted her. After all, the beast would surely be dead by  then.




Allagea's Heart
In the dying lands of Allagea there is magic, mystery, and mayhem. For many moons now the magic has been leaving the lands, no one knows why and everyone fears when the magic will run out. It is a living breathing part of Allagea. Most people have some form of magic in their everyday lives, some greater than others. There are dangers that lie in the thick jungles and more so in the intense deserts. The biomes of Allagea are immense and many. Such is the magic of the land.

Princess Illiana of one of these regions has studied many things including the history of Allagea. Some history buried so deep many do not know it. If the lands are dying it is because the heart of Allagea is dying. In her readings no one has ever found the heart. Many have alluded to where it might be. The heart is said to be made up of pure magic and energy. A perfect thing that takes from the land as it gives to the land. Illiana has decided to seek out this heart and attempt to breathe life back into the land she loves by any means necessary.

So, my character would be the princess Illiana.

Your character could be a guard meant to keep her safe who she gives the slip to. A mercenary hired to kill her that she ropes into her plan. Or even just a regular rogue who happens upon her.





The Panther Tattoo
Some called it a gift, some called it a curse. James? He called it annoying. It had been annoying since he turned thirteen. He didn't need an app on his phone to keep track of the moon. He felt it in his veins. Every month for about six days he felt the urge, and for three of those days the urge was undeniable. It was annoying and James didn't like to be annoyed. So when the girl walked into the coffee shop late that night, ordering a piece of pie and a cup of coffee and smelling like nothing he had ever smelled before he was interested. When he smelled the stink of the elf following her though he was annoyed. It was none of his business why an elf was following her. By all means he should have left it alone. When she got up to leave and the elf followed her moments later though he couldn't leave it alone. The girl didn't look like she could fight off anything let alone an elf.




The Mundane Magic
Magic has always existed. Everyone knows about it, most people can even use it in small amounts. Make the laundry fold itself, create a small fire in their pilot lights or fireplace from nothing. It’s not always that fancy. Most magic is used to make life easier for those who can use it, and for those who can’t they study it. Research is just as important as practice. After all, how is that little witch going to know how to make her ingredients turn into a chicken pot pie if no one has figured it out?

Most of life is pretty mundane. Of course there are stronger magics, they are often heavily policed though. There is always that one person, or people, trying to cheat their way through life with magic. Attempting to rob banks, stealing from dragons, using elf blood to make themselves stronger temporarily. That’s why there are officers though.

Sure there are fantastic creatures and beasts. People who work with them might lead a more exciting life. For Cecilia Armstrong though her life is pretty boring. She goes to work every day, does her paperwork, fills out bank notes, makes withdrawals and deposits for customers, and goes home. Her life is open and shut but boy is it about to get so much more interesting. An average looking girl, nothing to stare at, but polite sweet to everyone she meets. Cecilia is going to get the chance to become someone new. Someone better and all it will cost is a little piece of her. 




Last of the Ancient Ones
Day in, day out. Nothing ever changes. You go to your boring job, slave your life away, go home to your boring apartment, get online and play video games with friends. Sometimes you curl up with a good book. Sometimes when you feel really good you even go to the bar. Hell you’ve even considered getting a dog because something is missing. Surely this isn’t what life is about? Fucking random women you never want to speak with again, working at a hell hole for the next forty years. As you lay down to sleep you just know, there’s got to be more to life.

“Awaken.” A powerful voice booms though you can hear nothing. The voice startles you, bringing you out of the deep sleep you had been in. You’re groggy, everything is dark. Wait. Why is everything dark? Your alarm clock light should be on shouldn’t it? Then you realize, your eyes are still closed.

“Awaken and hear me mortal.” The voice is not in the room, it is inside you. “You have been chosen mortal. Within your blood you carry the ability to take on my power. The blood of gods lies within you. Take my gift, go forth, and change time. You will find the others. Only the four of you together will be able to stop the apocalypse.” The fuck? The apocalypse. Confusion settles in and you want to wake up. You want to open your eyes and look at just what the fuck is talking to you. You can’t though. Your body lies motionless.

Slowly you can feel a heat coursing through your veins. It’s burning, scalding, how are you not screaming right now? Every nerve ending on you is on fire. Surely this will be the death of you if you don’t want up soon! As fast as the feeling came though, it was also fleeting. As the pain subsides completely you know no matter how hard you try, you’re going to pass out. What was that voice though? What had it been talking about? Had it all just been the strangest dream ever? Maybe Susan had put pot in the brownies this time. . . .




Burlesque
Carter Freely was not used to being ignored. After all he was an international movie star. People knew him all over. His action movies were loved by many. He was a fucking action figure for crying out loud. Maybe he wasn’t Batman or anything like that but his character, Johnny Azure, was well known and loved by many. He was used to having women dripping off his arm, hoping to catch him in a relationship, praying that the condom broke, hoping that the phone number he gave them wasn’t a fake. All of them were usually let down. He hadn’t been in a serious relationship in over two years. He was twenty-six, a millionaire movie star with two contracts for new movies coming up, and nowhere to go but up.

“Oh, excuse me. I’m sorry sir, I’m so sorry about your drink. Please, have another one on me.” That had been the words that stopped him in his tracks. Some woman, some frumpy little nobody that had walked into him on the way out of his favorite coffee shop, had spilled his coffee and then had the audacity to ‘buy’ him another one?

Before Carter could even open his mouth to berate the young woman she had walked on. Putting her headphones back into her ears and weaving through the people. She hadn’t fawned over him, hell it hadn’t looked as though she recognized him at all and that burned Carter up. So he did the only logical thing he could think of. He followed her and boy did he get the show of a lifetime.








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Universe Setting's I enjoy
(If It's in bold I might have a tentative idea/it's a craving)

Apocalypse Settings
Walking Dead
Journey to the Center of the Earth
Fallout
Batman
Ugly Betty
Jurassic Park
Deltora Quest
Greek Mythology
Resident Evil
Harry Potter
Dinotopia


Fandom Pairing's I love.
(S.N If the pairing is in bold I might have a tentative idea!)

Batman x Catwoman
Batman x OC
Poison Ivy x Catwoman

Sesshomaru x Kagome

Hinata x Sasuke
Hinata x Itachi
Hinata x Sasori

Zuko x Katara

Claire x Leon

Hermione x Draco

Hades x Persephone
Ares x Persephone
Hades x OC
Ares x Medusa

General Pairings

Vampire x Human
Vampire x Elf
Werewolf x Human
Werewolf x Werewolf
Princess x Thief
Princess x Guard
Princess x Prince
Demon x Human
Angel x Demon
Angel x Human
Mermaid x Mermaid
Mermaid x Human
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Scarecrow and Vicki Vale Scene
Glowing eyes followed the four characters on the roof across from the building he had positioned himself. “Now is the time. Oh fear shall reap it’s next victim and the Bat will watch. All of Gotham will see her fear.” The Scarecrow laughed to himself the sewing on his mouth stretching grotesquely. Though swiftness and sneaking wasn’t his forte, the Scarecrow made quick work of dropping down the pipe and crossing from one fire escape to another, on the other side of the building from the Cat and the Bat. With Bane down, unable to tip them off, Scarecrow wrapped on hand around Vicki’s thin ankle and pulled her off the roof. Laughing quietly, maniacally, as he moved swiftly through the night toward the building he had deemed his current hideout. One the Bat would never suspect.

Putting Vicki down on the metal table, which resembled an autopsy table strongly, the lanky man stood over her for a long moment. The room was bright, filled with lights each one equipped with a camera to record everything she was about to experience. Slinking into the only dark corner, Dr. Jonathan Crane pulled his mask off sitting in a squashy armchair. It was stained with random colors, some brown, some red, obvious blood stains. Though there were also a few different stains that would have glowed under a blacklight giving away their enzyme content immediately, showing the familiarity in which he had with the chair.

As the blonde slowly came to he stood, moving to her side. Her blue eyes opened, not clouded at all. “Oh, no, we must have you right for the party.” Jonathan insisted. Turning her over on her right side for a moment, he plunged a syringe deep into the meat of her rump. A hushed groan of pain escaped her bruised lips, where she had been drug across the rooftop. Letting her slip back onto her back he moved, turning off all the lights except for the one directly above her.

Vicki’s head felt heavy, as if every silvery blonde hair on her head was being pulled individually by gravity. There was a dull pain in her right hip, the pain was something she could easily ignore. She licked her lips, the sensation sending chills through her. Head head felt heavy, but her body felt alive as if every single nerve ending was being stimulated simultaneously. Though the metal of the table beneath her was cold, it cool temperature stroked her lovingly. Her skin was hot against it and the iciness of the steel met her like old lovers. Nimble fingers pressed against the unyielding steel, trying to put herself up though Vicki found that her limbs were heavy as well though no restrained in any way.

The creeping chuckle, low, dark, endlessly long, reverberating from every corner of the room Vicki sat in set fire to the sensitive nerves on her. Each goose flesh that rose up sending a gasping chill of pleasure through her. She felt like it was rolling in like a smooth thunder to play it’s symphony over her body. Each note struck playing her like a fine tuned Stradivarius beneath the talented fingers of Beethoven or Bach. “Vicki.” The loving voice whispered in her ear. Slowly, she turned her head, moving toward the voice with a deep yearning. “You’ve been a very naughty girl Vicki.”

The feeling of pins moving up her thigh slowly caused her to gasp at the sensation of the cool metal pressing into the flesh of her leg. It took her a moment to realize that it wasn’t pens, but the sharp edges of needles pressing into her. Though they left nothing other than a red line. They didn’t pierce her skin at all. Vicki shuddered as the five of them ran dangerously close to her pulsing lips before leaving her entirely. For a moment the sound of a wanton moan, like a whore being pleasured by the devil himself, filled her ears. It was foreign and erotic, it surprised the blonde to realize that it had come from her own lips.

The smooth face of Jonathan Crane floated before her blue eyes, though there was a psychotic look in the silver irises. Almost as soon as his face appeared though it vanished, replaced by the mask that she had seen before. Fear shot through her as his dark chuckle embraced her once more. His voice sounded distorted through the mask though she heard it clearly, each word striking her heart. “Don’t worry Ms. Vale, I am going to make you feel fear.” He moved down toward her ear and Vicki jerked away as best she could, though she didn’t get far at all. “And you’ll cry for it, yearn for it’s caress on you, on your body.” She felt her nipples harden at her words, part of her intrigued by what he meant.

“Oh, we are getting excited I see.” Vicki could see the brown gloved hand as it moved toward her round breasts. One pinpoint of the needle, equipped with what she was sure was his newest fear toxin, pressed into the hard, pink, nub. Vicki’s heart hammered in her chest, knowing the pain that he could cause him with would flick of the tendon in his hand. He didn’t do that though, instead he held the nipple at the needle point, moving it slowly in an agonizing circle. The pleasure was light but intense, sending a rolling shock through her body. A wheezing gasp escaped Vicki’s dry lips a she felt the slickness between her legs beginning to wet her lips. As her heat began to pump, faster and faster, the room around Vicki began to warp. Shadowy demons not touched by the light above her danced menacingly their laughing faces taunting her. Another hand touched Vicki's thigh, the needles sliding toward her inner thigh caressing her skin like old lovers meeting again.


The City: Fallen Angel
Eyes, less orange and more gold the brightness of them slowly fading, began scanning the dirty streets. Against the grimy, hard street, her feet feel cold. Cold? Never had the heat and cold affected her before. Drawing in a ragged breath, forgetting momentarily of the horrors stalking her, the woman ran her hands over her body as it began to tremble. It lay unprotected from the elements, a low wind blew, throwing wild curls of chestnut, mahogany, and caramel around. Her skin itched with the dirt the wind pushed against her. Chest quivering, trying to hyperventilate, a chilling howl sought her ears once more and she remembered. Not why she'd been forced into the dismal place, but that there was something, no, things, hurdling toward her at an alarm pace. Their howls speaking of blood thirst. 

Despite the pain it brought her now sensitive feet, the woman ran. Firm breasts bouncing, nipples hard in fright, adrenaline pumped, coursing through her veins for the first time. Her heart pounded hearing the feet behind her. Despite knowing she'd regret it, golden eyes looked back, looking at the creatures pursing her.

Mouth slack in fright, her feet stamped harder on the ground, pushing herself further. The things chasing her. They weren't even animals. Hounds of hell, that's what they looked like. Their tireless jaws, ever working with the growls reverberating their throats, were filled with jagged teeth. Eyes burned with desire for flesh. The coats, black as night, seemed to be dripping with fire. Heavy paws sent them forward at an alarming rate. Their sheer size made her think of wolves, though their bulk, long claws, reminded her of a horrible bear mauling.

Before her, a dark building, with no windows to speak of, at least not on its first floor, loomed. The door was opened, ever so slightly. Though that slight opening was enough for her, a sharp bark, making her trip up sending her sprawling on the concrete. Turning, plump red lips pulled back away from her teeth in fright, the woman watched as the closest creature pounced. Scrambling though unable to get up on her feet, just barely moving out of it's primary reach, fire shot through her leg as the edge of one of it's claws ran down her calf. Getting dirt all over her body, she made her way into the building, kicking the door shut with a bang. Though the creature lunged not at the door, the silence from within the building was just as chilling.



Lance
Lance stared at the back door for a long moment. Samantha stood behind him, a gun in one hand and a chair in the other. Their plan was for Samantha to wedge the chair under the knob of the door incase anyone, or anything, saw him leave the house.
   “Now or never right?” Lance asked grinning. “Wish me good luck?”
   “Don’t be cliche Lance. Get your ass out there and come back.” Samantha said letting go of the chair, opening the door for him. Chuckling Lance kissed her on the cheek, taking the plunge into darkness. Shutting the door, pink faced, Samantha shoved the chair under the knob, hearing Lance’s footsteps fading rapidly as he ran for the house.
   Running Lance tried to listen, hoping nothing was following him to the house. Slamming his back into the paneling of the house, the dim light on the porch winking off again, turning back on almost in the same moment. Breath labored Lance heard nothing, moving carefully around the back of the house peeking into each window, checking for signs of life.
   Swearing to himself Lance gently pulled at the knob of the back door. It gave way with ease. Hand holding tightly to the gun Samantha had given him. Lance ventured into the still house. In the dark he heard weeping.
   “Hello? Is there someone in here?” Lance called out, not having to speak loudly as the house carried his voice. “I can help you, are you hurt?” The crying stopped as Lance took the first step, it creaking beneath his feet. A red light shining, just barely, from  one of the bedrooms.
   “Ma’am, please, I need you to answer me. Are you alright? Ma’am, you may be in very real danger. Do you not know what’s going on here?” He asked. At the end of the stairs Lance heard the shuffling of feet, a dark figure dashed across the floor, heading into the red lit room. Lance jumped, pissing himself a little, heart pounding erratically. For the briefest of moments Lance was reminded of the ghost stories his Mom used to tell.
   “Are you alright?” Lance’s voice help a note of desperation. “Ma’am please.”
   “Are you alone?” Lance froze standing before the room as the small, female, voice hit him. “Are you alone?” He didn’t want to answer the gravel like voice. Pushing the door open he saw a lamp, a red shirt tossed over it to dim the light. Not seeing a cord Lance guessed the lamp was battery powered.
   “No, I’m not alone. My friend is downstairs. Are you hurt in here?” Lance lied looking about the room for the voice. Lance jumped letting out a little squeal seeing the girl standing behind the door, a waif of a thing, no older than twelve dressed in a long, filthy, nightgown.
   “Do you want to play?” The ring around her mouth looked black in the red light. Lance feared it was dried blood.
   “P-play?” Lance stuttered the word out, feeling his balls being sucked into his stomach fearing what she meant by playing. “Play what?” The girls grin widened, she took his hand switching the lamp off. In the dark she lead him quickly down the hall to another room. Lance gagged at the smell. As she turned the light on, a blue shaded the entire room.
   Horrified Lance looked around the room, in a rocking chair a woman sat mouth slack, half of one leg gone. On a makeshift table Lance saw cuts of meat, trembling he connected the dots quickly looking to the girl, who’d stepped behind him.
   “Momma is old. I need a new toy to play with.” Her clumped dirty hair made her look feral in the blue light. “She tastes old.” With that the girl pounced wielding the butcher knife she’d probably used to hack her Mother apart. Lance caught her wrist, as she snapped at him, growling shrilly. Distracted by the butcher knife and eminent danger the girl posed Lance didn’t notice the prick deep in his thigh until he stumbled, unable to keep hold of her wrist.
   “What, what’s happening?” Lance fell to the floor, the sound of the girl giggling echoed in his head. In his face the girl flashed a small bottle.
   “Momma liked to bring her medicine home with her.” Lance’s vision blurred his senses leaving him slowly as the girl, with difficulty, pulled him into a chair. Before he blacked out Lance saw the child’s face dance before his vision.
   “We are going to have so much fun.” Revolting breath drew new Lance’s face making his stomach churn. Faintly he felt her weight on his lap, crispy, peeling, blood dried lips pressing a kiss to his cheek.




Why Don't you do Right?
On the expansive stage before her, Andy felt proud watching the girl’s she had been working with strut their stuff. The little tux’s they wore, nothing more than corsets and panties really, were adorable though low enough that it looked as if breasts would come tumbling out at any moment. When Andy had designed and had the corsets made that had been a problem. Girl’s had fallen out left and right. Thank god for double sided tape. She thought watching as hips popped, rears jiggled, and beautiful female bodies moved on the chairs they were working with for the number. Not all of the girls could sing and dance the lead role. Since Andy wasn’t on stage and neither was Gina, out sick with the flu, Andrea had taken over. Body like a Goddess, voice of a frog.

The red wig that And wore felt heavy, though that was to be expected with the amount of hair spray that had been put in it. After all, for the next number, it was necessary. As Andrea finished lip-singing, ending their second to final number Andy took a deep breath. It wasn’t often that they did things like this, though she had decided to change it up a little, get away from the normal vibe that the girls put out. The curtains drew, the light flicking off the stage. Many voices were heard by Andy, they were confused. There was at least one more song? Right? With a deep breath, holding a microphone styled like the old block ones Andy slipped through the heavy red curtains.

”You had plenty money, 1922, You let other women make a fool of you.” Her voice was soft, caressing as she sang stepping slowly toward the spotlight in the middle of the stage. The red dress that she wore was silk though shimmered like diamonds. With dramatic purple eye shadow, purple elbow length gloves, and purple high heels the men recognized her instantly, so did some of the women.  ”Why don't you do right, like some other men do. Get out of here and get me some money too.” The wolf whistles began. As Andy sang on the curtains opened back up, allowing everyone to see the girls, posing sexily, moving their bodies sensually as their leader sang. All they wore were red heels, each girl holding a giant span of red feathers in front of their supposed naked bodies.

As she sang Andy walked through the crowd. No one touched her, for fear that they would be kicked out of the club. Instead they stared, harder than they had before she’d put on the wig. Her breasts bounced, pushed up nearly to her chin with the tightness of the corset she wore. The breathlessness of her voice was from not being able to breathe well. Wearing a corset tighter than she ever had before singing was difficult, of course none of the men noticed that.

”Why don’t you do right.” Andy sang louder as she stopped in front of one of her favorite bouncer. Sliding her ample rear down him carefully, her head pressed against him giving her hair, which was stiff with hairspray, a slight bump. He had been warned that she would approach him. ”Like some other men. Dooo.” She held the last note out, as long and as softly as she could before straightening herself up, smiling brightly at the applause. Blowing kisses she winked at a few, knowing they’d feel special, and quickly headed backstage.



Alarms
Cass yawned, placing a small bruised hand over her cracked, full lips. With a sign she tentatively rolled the honey balm on her lips. Finishing the cup of water, from the large jug kept around the clinic, she stood. Her long powerful legs were glad in tight black material. The running shoes she wore, once vibrant pink were not slightly muddy and faded. They had seen quite a few miles in their treads. They'd seen even more since the whole thing had happened.

In the beginning, much to Cass' horror, she witnessed her parents turn. Shuddering at the memories Cass pushed them out of her mind. Eating the last power bar, one that Rebecca had stashed away long before everything happened, the young woman licked her fingers. Not letting one bit of the chocolate that had rubbed off on her fingers escape her lips. Something like chocolate, it would become a commodity sooner or later. She doubted the would be a moment for her stop to enjoy it later.

Shouldering her backpack, honey brown eyes surveying the outside through a skit no bigger than an inch. Cass pursed her lips. Eyes narrowed, her golden blonde hair pulled away from the almond iris' Cass slipped through the glass doors. The shades had been drawn for hours, a few days actually as Cass had been camped out there a little while. Rolling the mountain bike out with her, an outrageous yellow color. Swinging her full leg over the seat, Cass pushed off strongly. As she road, in silence, Cass flinched hearing an alarm in the distance. Her feet moved quickly, peddling fast. She swung the bike around, despite the drop in her stomach. She had to see, what if it were a child? She'd check it out, from a distance.



The Wall
"Let's us climb the wall! Let us climb the wall!"

The chanting had begun again. Only ten people a day were allowed to climb the wall. Everyone wanted their chance at climbing it though. Not that it ever made a difference. Pepper had never attempted to climb the wall. Everyone that tried never returned to their normal everyday life. Most of the time they weren't even able to talk correctly. Pepper's brother had made it to the top of the wall. He'd looked at her for a long moment, shaking his head. The wall wasn't worth it. That's what Pepper got out of it. When the military had moved in and designed the wall, it was for their protection. To keep everything else out. It was supposed to be temporary. Pepper had been born behind the wall though and she was twenty-four.

"It's that time again folks!" A loud cheer came from the crowd. "It's time for us to call the names for those lucky enough to be chosen. If your name is called you will be given the choice. You can climb the wall or have your name put back in the drawing for next week where will you be eligible to be chosen again." The cheering became louder. With a wave of his hand Asher silenced the crowd. Behind him, soldiers lined up in their dark grey outfits. Each of them holding high efficiency assault rifles. The screen jumbled with letters before a name spewed out. Adam Lancaster.

"Adam! Will you climb the wall?" Asher asked loudly. Quiet the crowd looked around for Adam. A small boy stood up, he was no older than 12. Though your name went in at birth. Adam shook his head no hurriedly, his mothers weathered and dirty hands on his shoulders. "So is your choice! Another will take your place." And it went on, Asher called the names that appeared on the screen. Maybe refused their right to climb the wall. Ten had to say yes before they would stop though. Finally, all ten spots were filled and everyone cheered while the ten left, single file, to the only spot that would lead them to the place where they could attempt to climb.
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BACK! Updated with a Skyrim plot. Woo.
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Updated with a new plot, a Buffy plot :3
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Cleaned it up, no longer a wall of text and added a new plot. I have a feeling I'll have another one plot later too haha.
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updated with an intricate detailed plot.
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might you be interested in starting up a teacher/student pairing?
I have a comic. 
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I'm sorry I'm not.

I've also updated with a new plot. Please PM me if you're interested in any of the plots.
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Well, I updated with a plot, first time in forever. I'm finally back and in full swing.
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Updated with a treasure hunt plot I'm craving.
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Brought back an old Hunger Games plot.
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I've been gone for a long time, but I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things and I've updated a bit.
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I've updated with a plot.
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New plot, maybe a couple more will be added as the night goes on.
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Updated, with a kind of plot.
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Updated with a new plot and taken some away.
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I've got a craving for Mermaids.
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I'm back from a very long hiatus thanks to a dog chewing up my laptop charger! I will be updating with plots soon.
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Updated with a Walking Dead plot. I'd love to do anything involving zombies though.
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It's been awhile, but I've updated with two new plots and taken some old ones away.
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Updated with a new plot after a few months.
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Got another plot going, I'm completely empty on stories and I'm willing to discuss anything.
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Got another plot up for people to check out, I'm definitely open to chatting about different ideas.
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Updated with a Skyrim plot I'd love to play!
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Overhauled the plots a little and added a new one that has a lot of different ties I'd like to try out!
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Added another new plot, a fun upbeat story.
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Adding a plot I've reeeeeaally been craving.
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Quote from: LocusVonErich on January 21, 2018, 03:47:16 PM
Is The Dragonborn's Wife still open?

I prefer no one post here but myself! Read over my o/o's and all that and pm me.
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Updated with a new plot good old fashion treasure hunt!
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Took a few plots off, updated with a new one.
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Doing some revamping of my official request thread. Got rid of a lot of plots, added a new one. I will be adding more as I find the right pictures for them.
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Updated with a new plot, will be updating frequently today with more plots.
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Two new plots and a few more pictures of guys I like looking at as I've found many of my partners would rather not search for pictures lol
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Well, I'm here, I'm back. I've updated with new plots and cleaned out a few old ones that are no longer appealing to me.
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A year later and I've got new plots.
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