As a rule, I don't generally do a lot in the way of "plotting" without a partner to bounce ideas off of. My "plots" are generally more in the way of wispy, free ideas, where details can be filled in as we go. Too much plot tends to bog the roleplay down, at least for me.
General plots/ideas
Sentient zombie x {OC};; 1
She's never done this before, but this is what all necromancers have to do. They have to call up a spirit and put it in a body. It's a simple concept, it has to be, for it's the most used spell that a necromancer will use in his or her life time. But the first one is always special, the first one will last with you for a life time - at least, that's the idea. The first one is supposed to be more than just a drone, a soldier sent out to ravage and pillage and lay waste to lands and villages. The first one is an assistant of sorts, an Igor, if you will pardon the phrase. And she has to call him up, before she will be considered a real necromancer, and loosed upon the world. So she adjusts her body in the drawn pentagram, takes a deep breath... and calls.
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This is her 359th. She's been counting. She's been counting, because what else is there for her to do? She stomps back to her throne, the one made of dragon bones, so aged they're now black, and sits in a huff, contemplating her next move. A necromancer needs more than an army of undead minions to command, she needs something more intelligent, one by her side that can take care of things when she's indisposed. But so far, out of 359 of them, they've all managed to botch the job up. So she'll try. She'll try one more time, and this one better watch out, he better do his job, or else he'll go the way of the others. She was so glad she had the idea to mount their heads in the far eastern closet. They weren't using it for anything else anyway.
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"I come bearing the word of my god. That word is 'Begone'."
Years as a paladin serving the causes of Torm have honed her body, her mind, her soul, her sword. It cuts a swath through the evil armies of the undead that have lately been ravaging the land. She is a burning light in the darkness. A light that burns oh so bright... and has thus gained the attention of foes far more powerful than anything she's ever dealt with.
(Would really love a powerful lich to defeat her and subsequently start using her as a toy for his pleasure, training her to be his proper slut. Training could potentially involve gangbangs where she gets thrown into the midst of a horde of his minions or monsters if that's something interesting to my partner.)
Fandom plots/ideas
Pacific Rim
Hannibal Chau x {non-Jaeger-pilot OC};;
He's been working very hard at this job for quite some time now. It's made him - and the others before him - very rich, very desirable, and very hated. There's no more room in his back for a knife - all that's left is to stick one in the front, and there's only one person in the entire world that knows how to shank Hannibal Chau - THE Hannibal Chau - right in the front with a metaphorical knife and no repercussions.
His ex-wife.
Right in the same city. Doing the same work. Selling bits and pieces and somehow doing a better job of it than he ever expected. He's going to have to put a stop to it, the only question is... how?
Newt x {non-Jaeger-pilot OC};; (incest based)
Despite the fact that they were born within minutes of each other, their similar dress code, their love of tattoos, Newt and his sister have always been radically different from one another. While Kaiju are his thing, she finds his interest in the monsters disturbing and at times childish - she is stalwartly on the side of the Jaegers, and as a well-respected Jaeger engineer, works on them quite often. Not to mention she's always been more successful than he is - which is probably why he ends up sharing an apartment with her. Cheaper this way, and she does tend to take good care of him in the food department (she can grill a mean steak and her baked goods are to die for). However, there's one little problem - he's starting to notice his sister in ways he really probably shouldn't...
Hercules x {non-Jaeger-pilot OC};;
After the breach was sealed, after the Kaiju war was over, after his son had been touted a hero, Hercules left the command center that had, at the time, reminded him of a sinking submarine. He had grieved, and would have more to do. But as he sat on a plane heading back for Australia, a thought intruded on his mind of a young woman waiting there. Not for him, though, but the man she was waiting for wouldn't be coming back home.
It would be hard, telling her what had happened, but in the end, they could be there for each other. They could grieve together, comfort one another. Perfectly acceptable to do for his son's fiance, right?
Hellboy
Hellboy/Anung x {human OC};;
Whoever had decided to leave their newspaper in Hellboy's room would be reprimanded greatly. After all, he wasn't supposed to see that there was an ad concerning him and his need for a... "helper".
...Again.
And when his new "babysitter" had met him, she hadn't even blinked an eye or raised an eyebrow. Hellboy himself had been rather furious, throwing an arm back to slam into one of the newly erected steel walls of his room. After all, he didn't need someone looking after him, he was a grown man - er, demon - for God's sake! But as he stood there, his large right hand being simply held in place by her left one with no evident effort or pain on her part, he realized he might have gotten more than a babysitter.
Hellboy/Anung x {non-human OC};; 1
He was never the type to really think things through all that much. The mission he was on would have seemed too easy, too good to be true, to anyone else, but not to Hellboy. He was too busy pummeling baddies. So it wasn't until he got to the inner sanctum and saw the giant pentagram glowing with power that he realized something might be wrong with this entire scenario.
It was already too late, was the thing - he had spent too much time with the guards outside. Weak, sure, but there were a lot of them. More had just kept coming... that was the trick, of course. Don't waste power when all you need is time.
The entire room pulsed with power, before everything went dark. And out of the darkness, a teasing voice called, "Well, if it isn't big brother."
Hellboy/Anung x {non-human OC};; 2
Abe found the incantation in a book, old, dusty, ready to fall apart - the kind with onion-skin pages and illuminated text. It was the consensus of the entire B.R.P.D. that it wouldn't work, there was no possible way. Funny for them to think this, considering what their job is.
The ingredients are gathered, the mystical symbols drawn. One of the agents with a good speaking voice is brought in to chant the words. It does work, by the way, the incantation. It works like a charm, and in a flash of blinding white light, there's a figure in the room, a figure that wasn't there before. It's in the middle of the circle everyone's made, its form completely obscured by a large set of feathery white wings...
(Angels are boring, I know. But I can't resist the idea all the time. Corruption of the innocent is a rather favorite theme of mine.)
I'm placing this post here as a place holder for when I list out some rough plot ideas for both general and fandom pairings.
Also updated with a long list of ons and fleshed out my offs a bit more; also updated fandoms with The Walking Dead. Not a huuuuuge fan of the show but I do sure like me them redneck boys.
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