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Author Topic: Blissy's Search For; Superheroic Shenanigans [F/M or F/F!]  (Read 17657 times)

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Blissy's Search For; Superheroic Shenanigans [F/M or F/F!]
« on: July 14, 2015, 08:19:19 PM »




Leaving this here for the sake of anyone whom may show interest in the contents of this thread. While I do have a fairly vivid collection of possible ideas, facts and others literary based aspects listed here, it's important to state that I'm unfortunately not compatible with writing with everyone who may come across my thread. That said, the information provided below sort of highlights a few details regarding my preferences as a writer and what sort of expectancy it would be important for other writers to have within the act of collaborating with me. Other details pertaining to kinks can be found over at my O/O's. Please read all of what is listed below, pleased and thanks! ^^



Blissy is looking for role-play at this current time!

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- Average post size 1200+ to as much as I feel I might need. My writing flows purely by means of natural creative conscience. If you're looking for quick and vague posts, I'm not the gal for you. I prefer to paint a vivid picture and tend prefer a fair share of introspection foreordain into actions, making them flow wonderfully with a certain lyrical touch to my posts.
- No one is expected to match my posting length. I'd never assume that from anyone. Do only what you feel comfortable with, but more on that below.
- My posting style follows a small Novella sort of style.Please glance at my former posts to familiarize yourself with this. I do not care what sort of style you use, only that you respect my own.
- Long term games preferred. The dynamic of those games is open to some interesting techniques. However, I avoid heavy system games and prefer free form structure. 
- I am, and can typically be, very active on Elliquiy. However, on average you should receive a post within a one week span. Sometimes posts may be more frequent.
- Basic grammar and common sense is required. No text speak.
- I write in the third person only.
- I do not expect an exact post size/word count from my partners, as this is ridiculous. Detailed posts are always preferred, as it helps paint a picture and contribute to a dynamic scene. The more content the better you'll be able to convey the post to me as a reader.
- I do FxM / FxF. I am open to both gender pairings and do not care what you are behind your username. I only play females, males possibly being supporting characters crafted on my behalf where need be - nothing more. If you can write and make your character believable, then there is no arguing with that. I do however have a slight peaking interest in FxF, as it's something I wouldn't mind experimenting with a bit more.
- If there's a plot here you might like, but might propose a suggestion of just altering, don't hesitate to approach me. I like to be flexible, so long as my interest is still compatible to the general idea.
- I love detailed/enriching, heavy, characterization based posts, as well as world-building.
- I prefer to include pictures every now and again to further illustrate scenario, or a shift of significant environment.
- Please do not rely on me alone to carry a story/plot. I enjoy story telling, but not to the point where there's little sense in making a role-play out overly elaborated thoughts. I'm always open to brainstorm with my writing partners.
- My post return can be anywhere from a day to a week. If I exceed over a weeks wait time then I will do my best to try and send a PM and indicate the cause of the hold up. I do have an O/O's thread up now that's accessible via my signature.
- I expect writers who might be interested in writing with me to have at least a one post a week return. Any longer might naturally dissolve my muse, especially if we don't keep in touch about what's going on. I encourage back and forth communication through PM's at whatever expanse you might be comfortable with ^^.
- I love coloring my post (dialogue) to accommodate for the character I am playing. Please let me know which Elliquiy theme/background you are using, to manage proper coloring that doesn't burn your eyes out! (I use a darker background)
- There's a special word hidden somewhere in this thread. If I receive a message with the subject header, then I know you've taken the time to actually invest your attention in what is written here. Please try not to forget that little word in your subject message header to me, in the event you may want to organize, or discuss a 1x1 game with me.
- I only role-play on threads. Not IM's, not PM's.
- If you have questions please ask me via PM, and not on thread. I prefer private discussion. Do not post here.
- I like brainstorming/plotting or just chatting, if you have the time.
- I REALLY want to write with people who can keep me in the know, share ideas and contribute to the experience of our 1x1 game(s).




I'm trying to avoid plot/smut ratio's, but I prefer plot over smut. I won't do purely sexual driven 'plot' concepts, as they drain my interest to write them out too fast. That said, I don't mind adult themes being incorporated into a story at a writers preference, or sometimes even my own. I am on Elliquiy after all and that should speak for itself. Narrative comes first and foremost, with eroticism finding a natural blend within where preferred, or simply fitting.
- Please familiarize yourself with my O/O's! Before approaching me for potential plot collaboration. They can be found; here .
- I prefer to write for story, but am not opposed to smut heavy games every now and again. A balance of both plot and smut is ideal.
- I tend to play characters of all sorts, but find more reoccurring preference with switch types. Every now and again I might play full dom, or full sub, though my interests reside by terms of flexibility for those whom might be interested in writing with me. The preference of my role in a role-play tends to be based on the plot work itself. My characters are never one dimensional and I have no interest in playing characters of such formation.
- Further expanding on the above; I tend to frequent dominate roles in FxF pairings, and more submissive roles in FxM. However, both are not written in stone, as I am open to contrary arrangements of this particular mention.
- - My characters tend to be fairly concrete. I work with pre-existing concepts, that I sometimes share on my O/O's. Despite this my characters tend to be fairly versatile in their collection, and it's not quite difficult for me to find one fitting of a certain theme/plot/scenario.
- I especially fancy troubled or broody archetypes. However, every now and again I deter from this common preference practice.
- Character development is a huge interest of mine and I am not frank of trying weird character pairings, to attempt unique story. I also am not against common pairings either. I am flexible with my plots and who may take an interest in them, or the pairings that surround them.
- I love tension and tug of wars or anything that swings into a 'tension - push - pull - love' sort of dynamic between characters. It makes potential kink, romanticism and such, feel much all the more effective and meaningful in my opinion.
- I have an exceptional love for darker stories, and mature themes. Gritty, grimdark, dreadful, graphic, horror, are all adored. More on that in my O/O's.
- Please contain yourself. This is here because of some concerns I've had in the past. If you're the sort to share NSFW gifs, or images, in light of inspiration made up from a story we are doing, please forewarn me. Show me - or at least mention it - in PM's and we'll work things out from there. I'd rather not have surprise NSFW gifs popping up in my active games without forewarning, or a sensible spoiler tag thrown in. That said, any SFW references, art, pictures are always encouraged to be included in posts wherever they may fit.



Maybe..
You clicked here? I am amazed! The only other thing I wanted to say was that I'd love to see the mention of “Peaches” being used in your subject title, if my thread has at all interested you! Seeing this lets me know who really went that 110% to read over my thread and give me the best first impression they could!

*I commend you for eet!”






« Last Edit: September 28, 2017, 04:34:45 PM by Blissy »

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[[Please refer to the symbol above, or within the listed genre categories below. They reflect my current interest in certain plots. I will update and adjust them as my muse fluctuates, while these plots remain open to collaboration.]]

List is as follows

= Cravings or preferred. (Craving in orange is only used for text)
= Potentially willing to collaborate.
= Not so interested (presently) / Unavailable.







All plots earning of some point of interest of mine can be found here. There is no one themed arrangement to these plots, just please pay attention to the tags beside each, as they will indicate what sort of themes/settings & genres, I'm interested in exploring in correlation to each idea.

All of my plots are in depth concepts. However, they all provide a more vague grounds of specific pairing, as I like to be open with ideas while working in spiritual likeness to the main idea's posted below. If you have any questions about the plots, please PM me!

For those who may find themselves interested.. They may find plots within..

-Plots To Tickle The Muse-

I'm currently digging for superhero and supernatural story themes, categorized in more extreme to non-con tier story telling. Some of the below include a fair share of grimdark aesthetic as well, but not all. Kink wise; I have an interest in power flips, coercion, bondage, corruption, and twisted romance, in particular. Further ideas in likeness of these more vague themes can be found below! Although most plots will include these themes to some requested degree.


[♥]"A Few Superheroic & Villainess Cravings" [Superheroics, Almost anything goes!]
Pairing: There's quite a few possibilities, but I lean my personal interest in playing an anti-heroes, or villainess type in more unconventional roles.
Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide




My muse has been on somewhat of a super-hero craving lately. This is a genre I've experimented with a fair bit in the past, and one I like to explore with folks of like minded interest in the genre. That said, obviously there's a lot of different foundations for what that sort of story all of this might cover or imply. I prefer street-level games, but am not entirely against something a little more fantastical then realism toned barrings, and neighborhood do-gooders. I'll also admit that my experience in this genre ranges a bit few and far between. I have several character concepts, but tend to stick around a fundamental base for my heroines - or villains - that I feel most comfortable with. On that subject I lean heavily toward anti-hero / villain types, and am much less interested in straight laced heroines that come with some imbalanced moral complex. I'm also interested in implying a fair amount of suggestive overtones in the stoary, if not including outright suitable kinks, simply for the semblance of this particular craving. That said, I'd like to write something a bit sensual, but with a substantial plot framework around it. I'd advise anyone interested in this pitch to be familiar with my O/O's, as there are several of them I'd like to implement quite boldly into the narrative of most of these stories.

With the above kept in mind I feel a bit more open about some plots - or pairing - possibilities. I'll list a few here, as many of these ideas are more initial, and less fleshed out, my intention being to find others whom might want to help them bloom into something a bit more concrete. The below will list a general prompt scenario followed by a note that's relevantly important to each idea. Beyond these prompts and short ideas I am happy to further develop them with those who may find them interesting. Each of the following ideas will list a scenario and then a small note that's specific to each prompt.

Scenario 1 (Unavailable): A famous hero/heroine's process is made abrupt by a new villain, but this villainess's ties run much deeper then simple adverse roots, made of personal opposition, or strides of amoral egotism. To make matters more complicated this hero is challenged in a new way by this new villainess's compelling charms. Perhaps she's not bad as temptation may perceive her? Or perhaps trouble wears many illusions and clever disguises?

Note; I'd like the hero in this pairing to feel dynamic. Someone worthwhile, gifted, and generally competent. This would be in a meta-human setting where allegiances of good and evil have come to bare in differences among their place. I also have a pre-existant character concept ready and waiting for this.

(♦) Scenario 2: A new villainess finds herself enlisted in the rankings of a villainous organization. There, she tries to find her place, while causing jealousy and unsettle, in her commanding officer within the efforts of their incursions against their heroic adversaries. A tameless spirit can be a troubling thing for a superior jaded of discipline, and made of foiled experience. A story of a novice and expert ensues.

Note; This is a flip take on the usual 'new hero joining a hero alliance'. I wanted to try something different, and in an environment where characters may have less boundaries to really presume control over one another, as with many hero groups of such nature the disposition is quite different. I feel this is an interesting setting for deviance to take place, and more depth then simple nuisance to be made of the collective of villains within. However, I'd still like their to be a sense of organization even among these meta-human, or mutant deviants. This would be in a meta-human setting. This would be in a meta-human setting where allegiances of good and evil have come to bare in differences among their place. I also have a pre-existent character concept ready and waiting for this.

(♥) Scenario 3: A new heroine takes it on herself to fight crime in a moderately dim street level environment. Being anew to this life holds a many great things in store for her.

Note; This is fairly general and open to various possibility. I'd be happy to stick to the traditional hero x villain pairing. I'd actually prefer it or something that feels like that. I want to write a fun story about a naive heroine getting in over here head that excels beyond a single one-shot scene or two. Perhaps she ends up getting blackmailed into something that comes from a scenario as such? I want the plot to be interesting and the characters motives to feel adaptive. To top things off this heroine isn't even a meta-human, but simply human. She relies on make shift gadgets, her charisma and above moderate (but not fully tenacious) hand to had combat. She can be quite limber and acrobatic as well, but doesn't have any irregular special qualities. I'm assuming she could be a bit young in the role as well. Perhaps a college student or one fresh out whom is still figuring out her place in the world?

Further I really want to explore themes of trouble/peril, defeat, bondage, humiliation, coercion. This heroine has a bit of natural comedy to her and so the mood of this plot would need to be able to fluctuate. While the aesthetic might be a lowly street level feel I don't always want things feeling broody or too dark. A setting that can shift between a lighter mood and darker one would be ideal. I'm looking for one good writer to write as a heroine against whom might be able to play some street level troubles and a few villains that will help give this little minx a bit of a reality check and write a story about more than just a linear heroine destined for greatness made of black and whites.

Alternatively, I would be open to this same general concept but with a meta-human with a very singular ability. I was thinking she might have an insane healing factor, which is a gift she isn't particularly fond of for her enemies sake.


(♦) Scenario 4: An anti-heroine, with a certain niche for getting herself involved with an array of various super villains, has an old grudge from one of her former acquaintances catch up with her. To make this more interesting, it would be unique to give it a sort of deceitful flair and depth between these characters present ordeal. An example might be that my character (the anti-heroine) may have foiled this former characters interests in her, and granted herself somewhat of an adverse status to their current line of work.

Note; This is fairly general and open to various possibility. I have nothing else to add about this at this time. I also have a pre-existent character concept ready and waiting for this.

(♦) Scenario 5: A famous and well known heroine with a great and powerful gift has her the nature of success exploited. Beneath her stellar guise of heroism she has more then simple slander surrounding some of her former adventures amid conflicts. Perhaps this heroine isn't as pure as she might seem. A villain finds a new way to challenge her. This is an older plot I have some previous experience with. There's a lot of ways I am open to tackling it. I also have a pre-existent character concept ready and waiting for this.

Note; Nada, at this time.

(♥) Scenario 6: A powerful, newer, superheroine tries to find her place in the world. Gifted as she is in a multitude of ways, her natural good sense of naivety proves troubling and somewhat vulnerable to dangers she has yet to discover. Her powers are devastating but see seems detached from them, fearing their irregularities. She doesn't like her powers as she's has little confidence in her ability to use them effectively. A coerced cause forces her to use them and foreordains her life as a superheroine, a life that she's still getting a proper feel for. As a superheroine she feels a sense of escapism amid her daily obligations. A powerful villain confronts her be it through coercion or trickery.

Note; This is fairly general and open to various possibility. I wouldn't might deploring something more coercive with this character against a character that has some sort of mentally invading capabilities. He or she could be charming on the surface, or just outright lacking in compassion - either way I prefer this villain to be a substantial one through not just power but intelligence, a good match for a heroine who's power stems from the deep corners of her newly evolved psychic mind. There's a lot of directions this plot could go into. I have a loose pre-existent character concept ready and waiting for this.

(♦) Scenario 7: I want to hear your own scenario. I can be fairly open minded with the like of these stories, so long as they don't overstep my limits, and so I figured I'd conclude this list with something a bit more open to the reader.

Note; Nada.


[♥]"Spellbinder's Vs. ?.?.?.?.?" [Superhero/Vigilante(Street Level-ish)/Action/A bit of peril/Whatever else/Etc.]
Pairing: [MC] Heroine x Villain? [YC]
The concept & plot details..

The picture for this plot is pending..

(Title of this plot is subject to change upon discussion)

I've been considering stepping a bit outside my regular field of intrigue as far as character roles go. Typically, I stray far from playing admirable heroine types, but I'll admit I have an interesting little (and very rough around the edges) concept I'm looking to explore for a bit of a more straight laced sort of heroine gal. Most of what I do know about the plot revolves around a more naive heroine. While she herself isn't exactly amateur in her skill-set, her caliber of handling crime is certainly a great deal more fresh. Aside from her wits, intelligence, and good intuition, this heroine is gifted with a certain enamor of a charm. She has the ability to hypnotize and otherwise delude others by the conjure of partial illusory manipulation. However, her powers only work on the weak willed, and so finding herself at odds with some of her more prominent newer adversaries, has proven to make things a bit difficult, as well as interesting as far as her influence has worked against her enemies. Beyond the effect and vigor of some of her more equal enemies (mostly meta, or just really prudent sorts) her power can be manipulated to affect her as well, which of course can lead her to do some pretty non characteristic things and often even benefit her enemies.

I'd be looking to write this character in an entirely unbuilt (together we'd build it) world where she might be a sort of rising figure among media speculation. She'd want nothing to do with fame nor fortunate, doing what she does simply out of a courtesy and somewhat personal account of trying to protect others from ending up with powers alike hers (which by the way as an interesting story, with some mysticism elements involved). By day, she'd be someone simple (which I'll release further information on upon initial interest). I'd be looking for any writer interested in a fair exchange of elaborate story, among the inclusion of some fair fetish, and certainly someone who might be interested in seeing a valiant heroines power used against her while she encounters her greatest enemy yet. Ideally I'd like to play this character against a more villainous sort of individual who might have some interest in this heroine beyond seeing her as simple nuisance. That said, I don't want a two dimensional villain as her adversary, as I want this plot to last as long as it can. I care not whether this role is filled by a male, or female, and am happy to work with either.


[♥]"Nights Communion" [Supernatural, Vampire, Werewolf, Demon, Adventure, Horror, Grimdark, Twisted Romance ]
Pairing: [MC] Vampire x Lycan (Werewolf) [YC]
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For centuries these two creatures of the night have had a sort of reputation for being at one another throats. For years, each passing generation has been raised to hold a grudge over their ancient rivals and for years the vampire and werewolf conflicts have ensued causing a mass of conflicts that seem to show no settle, or treaty among these creatures of the unspoken night.

This plot would be about a vampire and a werewolf whom find themselves intertwined in a sort of irregular term of fate. For beyond their great differences there is something twice more burdensome then the both of these creatures and their eternal feuds lurking  within the coming of these modern nights. Typically Vampires and werewolves had found themselves at catastrophic ends of difference. Since the beginning of time one has seemed to take cause in trying to undermine the other, inevitability creating a cycle of broken trust and begrudge that has caused these separate species to often decimate one another, and that of anything that seemingly comes in between. To touch on a bit of lore to this tale, in it the werewolves would have originally harboured control of our setting during times long ago. They have outlived vampires for as long as the nights history can recall, within the frame of their own  knowledge. With time, humans ultimately grew to fear werewolves and hunt them. It was at this time that the rising vampiric communion set out to use the human wolf conflicts to their advantage. With time the vampires manipulated their human inferiors, and used the dismay to upset the original werewolf prosperity and order.

Since then time has moved on, as this event is marked as the start of the first conflict between these creatures. Werewolves simply loath vampires for their known qualities of subterfuge and deceit, while the latter spites them for their disruption in the guise of their carefully implemented and utterly contrived masquerades, used by the vampiric undead to establish a illusory order among mortal society. Though on this particular night something much worse comes forth, something more olden and sulphurous then either of these creatures and their trivial feuds.

A demon. A legion of demons thrice more powerful then any seen within the last lapse of centuries. A single demon is not a common presence in this world, it is an omen of something dreadful to come and devastatingly powerful. Neither Vampires nor Werewolves commune with demons and demons have invaded their plane. A demon is a threat often to send the old conflicts of vampires and werewolves to potential pause, it's even rumoured through history to bring these differing creatures together. However, the Vampiric dominion is utterly defined by their egotism, and the Werewolves by packs by their tradition.

A quiet alliance must be made of tentative concerns. A sort of of alliance that neither no hierarchy of either side may know about. Within this alliance one of each creature from these modern nights will find tense cooperation with the other. From the vampire side, a loyal lady whom is quite interlinked into the high Vampire dominions interests, but uncultivated by their strict codes, an emissary of a sort. This vampire would be a descendent from a shady vampiric bloodline of witchcraft, capable of blood magic and various other forms of dark arts, often not trusted by those that know of their legacy. From the other, a werewolf whom might be the descendent of a potent werewolf figure, their abilities may excel more traditional werewolves, even into terms of anew evolution and ability. Their status within the coven would have them as an outcast of a sort, who's always walked a thin line of constitutions, often proving problematic, but still powerful from the terms of his ancestry.

What I'm looking for

I'd be looking for another player who is interested in a narrative including themes such as; tension, reluctance, and power shifts, to play the part of the wolf. The idea is to set our characters interests in a sort of quiet, but convoluted agreement of utter secrecy. They work together to prevent the demons will moving through their city, while ultimately feuding with their differences of one another. I'd want this tension to feel almost sensual, as equally as it might be troubling. Vampires and Werewolves are typically kept apart, as their collaboration often leads to disaster. That said, both these characters are curious of one another, but distrusting. They may just find intrigue in the other, which is an action forbidden to their kind.

Other then that, I'd simply prefer to write with someone who can help build this plot further, and happy to hear further input.
« Last Edit: September 07, 2017, 06:04:38 PM by Blissy »

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Yikes! Now that all that information is out of the way, it's time to give you an idea of how I write as a player. Here I am going to include two samples of my role-play that are completely OPTIONAL for you to read at your own leisure, for further insight. Many of these samples are outdated, and I am intending to update these as soon as I possibly can.

- Establishing Post Example
"Of Blood, Sweat & Steam” (Purely OCC's)

"Miss Cleora Napel" | Outfit
It almost seemed unusual to write the protagonist of this tale from the perspective of someone who hardly seemed fitting of the conditions of such a story. For Miss Cleora Napel, were hardly the sort of low class citizen to find herself faced with the grievances of such tales that'd she'd endure..

Growing up almost literally wrapped in fine silks, royal etiquette and unending riches, hardly seemed the huff and puff it was when you were her. While most saw that of the society she grew up in to be nothing more then ruthless sense of elitism, having long out stretched it's glory in time, Cleora knew that the front of being a “Sovereign Sister”, wasn't exactly something she had picked by choice. This was something she were born into, even if she felt so unlike that of her family and blood relatives.

By the age of twelve she could kill a grown man with nothing more then a knife she may use to butter her own bread. By the age of fourteen, she could fire a gun better then most able bodied solders of the era could and by the age of sixteen, she had already killed several people, strictly on the premise of contracts requested upon from her family. It was fair to say that living life as a royal child assassin, only served to make her feel so crude in her placement about the world, so much in fact that Cleora often found herself doubting she'd ever slip from the arrogant and the conceded fist of her cruel royal family. Though don't fret, most stories have happy endings..

Well, then again, saying it were a happy ending wasn't quite just. However, it did serve to make Cleora feel a bit better in knowing that she might someday be more then what she were. All the guilt and weight that swayed about her conscience had caused the young royal to lash out. Eventually, she took in rebellion against her family and there dismal ways of raising killers to cater to the twist conspiracies and deceits of crooked people all around the world. Now this rebellion weren't quite so extreme as one might consider. Former assassin of royal blood, finding herself against the imperium of her own family? Well, maybe one day, but for now she'd start small and what better way to start simple then to pay attention to smaller subtle things. Fighting wars in airal battles on ships engineered by aether, was a tale for another day I suppose.


"Wonder Peak"
It all started with a small idea, as all big things did. The family wanted to send her away, across seas, to observe upon one of the new wonders of the world. Wonder Peak as it had been called by some of the high class families. Apparently it were a new intuitive marvel of dazzling engineering and astonishing steam-work, a place of future and example of an achievement to man, that had been unmatched by the like of any other. Even the aethertechnist seemed utterly bedazzled by the rumours of this place, often trying to find ways of invitation into this fine city. However, such welcoming was not so easy to obtain. Now while this region in whole sounded truly as interesting as the clever slogan they used to pull in the attention of certain worthy others or more accurately, aristocratic gold, Cleora had her doubts about the idea of the city as a whole. No good thing comes out of a vulgar display of money... It were an old saying she followed, one she picked up when she realized that waging a persons life over a coin, wasn't quite such a fair or moral thing. For where she saw ill of of a concept, she often found herself asking far more questions then anyone seemed keen to hear and Wonder Peak, was just the new subject of that.

Perhaps it was cursed about her through old habits? She had been trained to be mindful of her surroundings after all. Being an agent of life and death wasn't something the common peddler might find themselves doing. This was something you were trained into, moulded by and couldn't so easily forget. While the dread of knowing that Cleora was much more quick to think, fit to endure and clever in adapting, all these traits hadn't totally come without good purpose. For it were these same talents of hers that made her both desire to question and approach certain problems, that most sane others wouldn't even dream of daring to step near. So while everyone marvelled over the brilliance of Wonder Peak, Cleora often found herself much too questioned by all the enigma that came behind making the worlds newest wonder, the success that it had been. Everything, no matter how brilliant or subtle.. Had more to it then an image.

Cleora couldn't be sure whether her family had sent her to Wonder Peak to truly grasp the extraordinary qualities behind it, or to analyse the place from the perspective of the daughter of a cynical family, merely dappling their most profound offspring in waters that were unknown to them. Cleora never doubted her families unnerving desire for more money and so thinking anything simple of what they did was hardly within her nature or something foolish enough for her to ever consider. Whatever the reason, Cleora didn't like being sent away from home on a whim and especially when that had her exploring new places, that made her feel a sense of illness in her stomach. Cleora was just a young woman of conscience and she would always be.

No matter, she'd make well of the situation. This was still an opportunity after all. For her family may thought it wise of them to send her away to the newest wonder of the world, but Cleora knew that idea of doing so was so opposing to that. Wonder Peak was going to be the start of something new for her. She wouldn't just play loyalty to the crude business of her family name any longer. They sent her away, only too never suspect her to vanish in the process. Her days killing people without a reason were over.. Today, she wanted to help people without a reason instead..



Three days in and already she felt far too wary of the dangers of the Cogsmore Caverns..

For she had seen things that one may only be able to describe as fuel to some ghastly form of society and not all traits of that society seemed, even bound by there own traditions and normality. The first day hadn't been so bad. Cleora managed to slip easily into the city, even with the addition of an important side arm revolver of hers that she carried almost everywhere. Normally she came a bit more prepared when it came to the act of self defense, but killing someone wasn't why she found herself so many miles beneath the surface of the earth.

It was exploration. The degree of appeasing her curious wonders as she tried to tie up the loose ends of what really gave Wonder Peak that certain bedazzle of prodigy, that frankly all the wrong people couldn't shut up about. It worried her and when Cleora found herself worrying, her instincts often seemed to be some sort of initiation that only brought worse dangers. It didn't take a detective to know that something was wrong in the Cogsmore Caverns, as if the recent cave in of the whole place were even needed, in adding to the problems that plagued this very place. This was a shallow place. A place of survival, strength and ruffian nonsense. While these people had been stripped of their civil rights to return to the surface, it often made Cleora wonder just how far the madness of greed could cause other people to go.

Day in and day out these people worked hard, harder then the likes of the fools that they so dreadfully found themselves working to appease, as if they were bound in some twisted conspiracy of servitude to the newest wonder of the world beyond them. It were unjust. It were unethical and both of these elements hardly served to make Cleora feel renowned by the marvel that the world so easily looked on to in awe. This was the start of something far more criminally masterminded, then anything she had ever encountered before.

It were dark that day.. As if it weren't ever not dark down here. It almost felt impossible to reaccount whether it were a Tuesday or a Wednesday, but the insignificance of dates, hardly seemed like something worthy of being considered here. Why did it matter? When nearly everything you did here seemed to bring a danger in itself? Now that wasn't to say Cleora spoke from the perspective of a worker. Sure, she posed as that, but she hadn't dug, nor engineered worth a single day in her life. Instead she were just wearing the cowl of an engineer because it had so easily bought her entry. Buying entry and maintaining reputations however, were two very different things in the Cogsmore. For one, if you did anything outside of the usual, it didn't take much longer then a minute for someone to notice. That element alone of this place really put her skills to the test and that wasn't even mentioning the obvious fine qualities that she had. She didn't stick in. There was no way around saying it and even still, she had managed to find a subtle place among the many few civilians down here, even if that place had only lasted a day or so.

It was complicated. She couldn't explain it to anyone. Lately people were pointing fingers and their victim had only been her. At least she had the benefit of enigma on her side, even if for now, while a small faction of workers down in Lava Quarry had set out a certain hit on her. At least it were reassuring to know that these few overworked bruisers with a certain bone to pick with her, had hardly any idea what the real scenario were. Simply watching them from a place of safety above, were enough to dictate that to her.


"Cogsmore Caverns"
“How many times do I have to tell you lot? There's a gun totting maniac down here, picking off us hard working folks.. We already got enough problems as it is and we don't be needing any that.. I swear, when we find this good for nothing murderer.. Im gonna pour the smelts of these drains all over his face..”

The beckoning voice of the leader of the pack spoke up, as the rest of the men went about tending to their jobs at carefully rerouteing the flow of very real lava. At least they didn't know he, was actually a she.. It were something to work off anyway..

There'd be little commotion amongst the men before their primary focus went back to the dangerous labors of their jobs. Cleora watched them in silent idle from the roof a shoddy shelter, that these types of men used as some form of living. She'd then slip from the cast of the shadows that hung around her and toward the side window.

So, where was she going to sleep? It wasn't like the workers this deep into the caverns got much of that anyway and that just meant, they'd be out on their guard always looking for something suspicion to point their fingers at. It was a difficult conclusion to come too, not that the idea of having no allies in the core of danger was anything too unusual for her. It just felt odd to know that she hadn't come down here for those same reasons at all and still she found herself having to end a life. He wasn't normal.. it didn't take a medical professional to tell.. Something had got into that particular miner.. It wasn't like she had a choice not to put him down.. He could have hurt someone else, transmitted whatever disease he had- Cleora's thoughts of attempting to make moral sense of what she did, stopped the minute she found herself slipping through the window. Right now, making sure the small bunk room was empty, was her only prime concern.

She'd step into the small shoddy little room. The weight of her boots gently pressing into the rigidity floor beneath her, as she tried her absolute best at masking her footsteps. Head turning left and then right, she'd sweep the area in mindful observation. Even if she wasn't going to be her long.. she'd had to be reassured.. She'd quickly conclude her search. Her head turning to a chair at a desk, standing apart from some rusty old cogs and bolts scattered along it, that served to say that someone had been here at some point or another. Taking that chair, she'd gently prop it under the knob of the door on such an angle that would restrict it from opening from the other side. It was an old trick, one a crummy outlaw had taught her some time ago in a former run in. You can never be too safe.. And the old chair gag worked wonders.. Even if it felt very unlike her style. No matter her feelings on it. She'd dig that chair in place and simply walk over to the dusty cote across the room and let her back roll into worn square of wool, that served to be some workers bed.

Her fingers gently reached up to her nose, as she'd pull down the former brown bandanna mask she wore to conceal her features and prevent dirt or debris from getting in her eye. Once the small piece of cloth was pulled to rest around her neck, she'd gently lift those brass framed goggles she wore across her eyes and shift them to rest on her head. A soft sign ensued, as Cleora did her best to simply embrace in the poor comforts of the cote beneath her and doze off, if even for an hour. It were unlikely, but, she hadn't slept well in the last three days and frankly she felt to exhausted to continue playing hide and sneak..


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"Fablegrove" A Noir Fairy Tale Game - Alice Liddell x Knave Of Hearts Scene (An example of 'my' Alice Liddell taken from a defunct Fairy tale group game)
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Alice Liddell
Location: Wonder District (The Rabbit-Hole)
Date: September 19th / Night
Wearing: Outfit (With a small apron at the waist) With tattered striped stockings and such as well as these
Mood: Off in another world and very happy about it.
Tagged: Konnor (Knave)
Note: Wears big black make-up and a bit pale of skin. Hair up and a bit messy like so with a black bow headband on top.
Content: Alice enters another dimensional, while under the influence of some serious drugs.



With the way things were going, and never seemed to breach from their fundamental functions, Alice wasn't sure how much longer she may even be able to manage the Rabbit Hole alone. Without Absolem, or rather the knowledge of the public knowing where they might find him, Alice felt the worth of the work was starting to outweigh the purpose. It seemed like whatever she did that there'd always be some hidden purpose beneath. A cause and an effect, that Alice herself ever felt hardly ready to address. If she did a good deed, someone took advantage. If she turned a blind eye to a bad deed, someone came pointing fingers at her, or was hurt because she tried to give the worst kinds of people the benefit of the doubt. Then of course there was the guilt of knowing that Alice couldn't even hold on to her relationships, with the few friends she had left.

Bo's administration to Bedlam Penitentiary had done quite the number on poor little Alice. Not even a day ago she was seeing her best friend off to be confined under the supervision of some crummy doctors, that her gut instinct knew she couldn't trust. Be it some personal illwill she had for doctors, given her own history, or the fact that after having a rather long and strange talk with a certain head doctor, Alice felt unlike any of her problems had been solved. Knowing there was no obvious answers, no excursion that awaited her to seek some deeper meaning of the journey, just had a way of chewing away at her motivation to do just about anything. Speaking with the doctor hadn't done much other then strangely numb her senses, in a way Alice had never quite experienced before. It could have been the prescription he gave her, the effect of the rather dreamlike narcotic that her forgetting smaller gaps in between the things she had done the day before, but Alice knew something was certainly abnormal.

Oh bother. When was anything wrong side up and right side down? She should be expecting this by now.. Contemplating on why finding a sense of satisfaction with the terms of her high's, seemed unreachable, seemed to stir and storm about in the boil of her usual brooding. Everyone else had their fun. Drank their tonic and was off and bewitched by the potent effects of some bizarre tonic, but for her she always had to take five more then anyone else, to even just start to feel anything. This need for finding escape, this irresponsibility to reason was slowly chewing away at the young waitress who doubted she'd ever truly leave the rabbit-hole, even if she doubted that the tavern might not last forever. There were other rabbit holes to transverse.. Looking glasses to reflect upon, surely what was left of them wasn't all here? The thought of if caused a light chill down her back as Alice recalled what suffering through traumatic grief had done to her once before. Even to this day she doubted she truly ever recovered. Underland had been destroyed before she could really find any resolve after all, and that meant that the only place she may ever find it, was now in Fablegrove.

Wishful thinking was not the predominate way of the golden haired girl, who spent far too much time trying to drown her doubt by the flush of precarious liquids, or huff of rainbow smoke. Not any longer anyway. That much she knew for certain, especially when she found herself feeling obligated to feed her tricky addiction, to things that tore reality apart. That much was anything but unfamiliar to her, however, doing them on the job was something Alice had only ever done when she felt truly and utterly at the abysmal of her own hollow dismay.

A light closing of her bedroom door would force the door to speak with light creak with the shift old hinges that kept the door tethered to the wall. On this particular night Alice only moved with cautious advance, a strange serene quality seeming to manifest within her gentle steps. No anger, no bother, no displeasure took her from the seal of her room in some quick invigorating entry. No impractical nonsense of Tweedle's forced her to come stomping from the room with some intention of arguing the two twin's, that never seemed to learn anything from her fits of anger or notable distress. Instead, Alice only shifted from the silence of her room and into the quiet vacancy of the dimly lit upstairs hallway. Her fingers curled around a rather variegation of a small stick that sired a strange mesmeric smoke, that made her feel almost entirely enthralled by some zombish sense of somnolent restraint. And such a ataractic forbearance it was.

Those gentle steps with almost dazish carefree venture had her move from the seclusion of her room and down the hall with simple dis-concern. Dressed for work and guided down towards the stairs that would take her to the main visitation area of the Rabbithole, had Alice taking her sweet gentle time in knowing she were more certainly early, then late. As a matter of fact, if asked just how early she thought she was, within the hypnagogic venture to her room and to the bar, she'd likely tell you time didn't exist at all and that the worry for it seemed silly, with the inevitability of it's unconquerable essence seemingly brought to a bittersweet rival, that only came within the elevation of whatever very pensive drug she were smoking at that particular time.

The world around her seemed still, unmoved every subtle sound only whispering away in some slewed audible presence, while the colours around her moved changed and swapped places with one another. Shades of red became blue, shades of blue became red, green regurgitated purple and sometimes there wasn't even any colours at all. Every fine detailed shade or hue of the interior of the upstairs of the Rabbit-hole, seemed to become an ever changing mystery, as Alice only found the near somnolence of her attention gently hung on some dreamy sense of drugged euphoria.


"Under the effects of Rainbow Smog'
With careful address she'd move down those steps, being mindful not to trip and knowing that if she did she may very well never hit the ground. Or that if she did, she'd never realize it. Each step became a light hop as Alice's desire to test her stability, seemed to intrigue her more with her desire to experience the surreal world around her, to it's every prominent effect and detail. By the time she hit the bottom stair Alice felt utterly inclined to take another long hit of the rainbow stick, oozing mystifying smoke around her. A long drag would ensue by the gentle grace of fingers to the end of the stick that made reality fiction, as the gentle purse of her lips would force her to take a deep heavy hit from the only friend she seemed to be able to hold on to, without anything truly terrible happening to it.

A soft exhaling of the smoke would gust around her in a cone shape and relinquish coloured smoke into the air, that seemed to only change an alter countless times, before disappearing into the dark silence around her. Alice felt a sense of exhilarated dreamy content near embody every inch of her mind as she watched the thick cloud of the rainbow smoke evaporate into bleak absence around her. However, as the smoke vanished, Alice found herself feeling anything but sustained, by the heinous effects of the narcotic controlling her entire conscience and quite possibly body, as well.

Straight ahead of her sat a figure, one of which did not speak. At first Alice couldn't help the sluggish revelation of realizing that someone else was within the emptiness of the Rabbit-Hole, force her to feel embarrassed. Quickly that concern became a dismiss at some much more curious venture forward, that had her stepping closer to the mysterious stranger, that she had not recognized right away, while under the influence of the drug. Letting the rainbow stick remain in place between her dark red painted lips, had her hands linking together at her back as if to display some much more elegant, or innocence about her indulgence into exploring the effects of the drug. “You're much too early.. Though I suppose, when time doesn't exist there's no sense of punctuality upholding any true principle.. Perhaps you should come back yesterday, I imagine things might be a little more full with yesterdays gathering of tomorrow..?” Alice spoke the definition of nonsense as she tried to uphold some sense of decency, among the shadow who only seemed to bend and tilt, by the smudge of the vibrant coloured lights that turned him into a living water colour painting, instead.


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"Poison Hearts & Twisted Love" - Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy Fandom (My first jab at playing Harley Quinn)


"The Sickness Of Grieving And Broken Hearts.."

Moving on was.. well, it wasn't easy. Forgiving and forgetting, that's what she always did.. back then when- She wasn't going to back there, she couldn't go back there. Or so Harley Quinn told herself on multiple occasions. At least she was loyal right? Even if it was really only to the clown prince of crime. Yeah.. she missed him.. a lot.. Surprise, surprise!. Saying any of this was easy for her, just wasn't fair. Harley didn't understand why he had to go when he did. She always thought he was invincible, untouchable, even when it came to the repulsive meddling of Batman and all his bullying. That's all B-Man was.. a good for nothing bully and now thanks to him.. she didn't have anything..

Oh trying not to think about Gotham's dark knight, always made her feel so deranged. There wasn't a damn thing wrong with her, she liked who she was now and she didn't want to go back. She were apart of something so much bigger and better that anyone could have understood. That wasn't love.. it was obsession.. you know- Shadda up! That damn voice in her head was coming back again. Ever since Joker had passed on, that damn voice kept trying to take control of her, always trying to make her get some kind of grip on herself. Harley always hated that voice, that ever so familiar tone of her old self and who she used to be, always pestering her about her flaws now. She didn't need that no more, there were bad people out there like Batbrain and his friends to deal with.

Call it a weird sort of self declared retribution, but Gotham wasn't going to be saved by a handful of freaky bat obsessed people with a certain disregard for clowns. All those guys did was make it worse and make her feel a hell of a lot more irritable then she liked to be! Harley couldn't even begin to recount the many times she had become the victim of some abuse at the hands of the Gotham's special knight and his mean friends. It wasn't fair.. she never got her damn way! It wasn't fun to be humiliated by those meanie-losers that always seemed to come running every time Mista J thought of an ingenious plan to brighter up the good people of Gotham. Why didn't anyone get that? Why didn't anyone see that's all this was ever about. Putting smiles on peoples faces? Making people laugh! Wasn't like B-Man ever did that.. Quite the opposite in fact.


Harley Quinn
Being torn between the reminiscing feeling of envy and agitation, didn't really help Harley think all that straight. Whatever, it wasn't important so long as Mista J's legacy lived on.. Harley actually believed she had a duty to carry out, even in the event that the motivation for that duty bad been long since dead for over the last few months. Telling herself she didn't need him wasn't easy, because deep down inside she knew she still wanted him. How could she forget all those times when he used set her up, make her the butt of all his clever little charades gone wrong? It was fun. Made her smile, made her love him so much more.. Then sometimes he'd play more crude gags on her.. Throw pie in her face, make her do a job that got her hurt.. It was so funny, so long as she made him happy.. Everything else she could deal with.. Back then she was happy.. Harley's mind raced off into the inevitable dismay of recalling the many times the joker had supposedly expressed his undying love for her. He loved her, didn't matter what anyone else thought.. He just had a weird way of showing it right? Yeah.. that was it.. It was one of the few things that kept her grounded these days, remembering what she once had and now no longer did.

Sometimes she wished she could live in the past, turn back time and just fix things. She'd even go through his neglect again, if it meant being able to see him very much alive and smiling as he always was. He was never a downer.. Always so pleasant, she could still remember that smile.. You know, the one they burned with the rest of his body..!!!!! She was gonna make those pigs pay for that.. But first she needed to make Joker happy and make sure that he was remembered by everyone in Gotham, since apparently for some god awful reason, everyone was trying to forget him and all the wonderful disorder he had brought to Gotham as the former clown prince of crime.

At least she had a motive still, you know, to do petty things, even if her expertise in doing them was hardly as refined of that of the her rememorable mentor she had always looked up too and loved, more then anything in the whole wide world. She still had a following, even if it wasn't nearly as big as the Jokers was. Everything he did was so perfect.. You had some good times together- I said SHADDA UP! There it was again, that damn voice, always serving to creep up on her and try and make her feel doubtful all the time. Harley promised herself she wasn't that person any more, she wasn't going to be some blind psychiatrist, that foolishly went on by being told that people like Joker were dangerous. What did the people of Gotham know? They didn't know him like she did!

It made her want to cry, despite the fact that to everyone else, she probably looked a bit awkward doing what it was she were doing, being near dumbstruck by spending more time in yesterday, then she were today. “Uh.. Harley..-”. One of her thugs started, trying to mouth off something non-important about the idea of trying to draw Batman out, or one of his annoying little followers. “WHAT?! Im tryin to think dimwit.. whatta want?! Doesn't anyone around here know how to give me some private time?!” That ever so distinctive high toned voice of hers rung out and and echoed through the silence of the warehouse, or more accurately put, what was the foundation of Harley's newest bright and messy idea. Harley's Horror House! Fun name, had a good ring to it and was going to be the central place of her operations, for slowly luring out the Batman and all his weird little friends. Oh she woulda made him so proud if he could see her now..!

She spent so much time decorating, making sure everything in former expansive warehouse, was drenched in red and black. Messy hearts of love and graffiti nearly painted every inch of this place. She even managed to kidnap some fancy painter to make the far back wall a splendid mural of the Joker, or at least how she remembered him to be. Every time she looked down there she felt a cute smile slip back on her face, even when she felt as agitated as she did on this particular night. Like her guardian angel from heaven, always looking down on her..

“Oh.. uh, sorry, sorry.. I just I dunno if this is a good spot to lure out Batman.. It's really dark in here..” The thug continued off, declaring his opinion on the conditions of what she had chosen to be Gotham's newest and biggest attraction to preserving the joker and the essence he had left behind, all done with a little creative touch of her own. Despite the nameless nobody of a thug, painted up in red and black, stating his opinion, Harley only ever heard what she wanted too. “Hmmm.. you realli think so? Cause I dun really care what you think? Why botha tellin me? If ya scared of BATFREAK.. then put some more lights up.. I ain't scared of em no more though.. Had about enough of B-man's abuse.. TIME TO PUT HIM DOWN FOR GOOD!” She'd declare back to the hooligan who's opinion really didn't matter to her.

Truth be told, Harley was still very scared of Batman. She kind of hoped Robin or Nightwing would show up instead, but then again, she really didn't like Batman. Probably hated him by this point! It was his fault that the joker was dead after all. For some reason, anger always seemed to be enough to blind her from the obvious inevitably that she hardly felt as on top of things, as she sometimes led herself to believe. Doing this whole thing without Joker was like walking around without her shadow or more accurately, her not having being able to be that shadow, that once belonged to the most wonderful man she had ever met in her entire life. He was just apart of her now, even when he wasn't there.

A muffling sound seemed to sound in the distance of the warehouse, before Harley turned on her heels and her expression swung into utter boredom resolve, for just quiet things had got around here without the Joker breathing a certain life into them. Following the sound of that desperate muffling in the near distance, Harley slowly walked over to the bound and gagged hostage she had kept kept not to far away. Any minute now the rest of the boys would be back, with more.. This had to be the best idea she had since.. well, she didn't know.. but it was a good idea! Doctors, lawyers, a couple cops, important people from around Gotham were being bagged like cattle for the taking. Right now though, Harley only had a doctor and he was about to be the most unlucky doctor in the world, once she was done with him.

His protests never ceased, only worsened in frantic desperation as she got closer. Harley only began to hum a light tune. It was the wedding song that she always thought she'd have playing on her wedding with Joker.. It both calmed her down, but got her almost angry in a weird way. Your doing this to your- Shut up brain doctor lady.. I swear, I'd put you in this chair if I could.. It got Harley thinking about her old self. If who she was now and who she had been back then were really two separate entities, she may very well have the time of her life bashing her old self into a pancake with the big ole favourite mallet of hers. Speaking of which..

“SHADDA UP! You know, sometimes I wonda.. If you were really here and not pestering me in my brain, I'd probably lay you flat into the ground like a pancake.. Kind of funny to think about how that all might work, me, crushing me.. Ha ha! Sounds kinda fun actually.. like something Mista J woulda done..-” Her voice rang out, as the former discreet arguing in her thoughts seemed to break from the boundaries of her own fragile imagination. That damn muffling the doctor kept making, only seemed to remind her that everyone else couldn't hear that other side of her, you know, cause it was all in her head?!

Thus feeling silly for mouthing off aloud about her thoughts, Harley only found herself smiling at the thought of how crazy that sounded. And Harley Quinn wasn't crazy, contrary to whatever the hell anyone else said.

“Oh look at me.. Talkin off to my good old self, I could give two-nose dummy Dent a run for his money..” She'd start, letting the meager failure of trying to amuse herself about taking jabs at Two-Face, be some form of actual confidence in maintaining that delightful little smile of hers. She seriously wasn't developing a second personality right? She near chattered her teeth in comedic paranoia at the thought. “But I ain't crazy soo.. It dun matta.. just a little fragile is all, can you blame me docta? All this time without good old Joker, it just makes me feel loopy sometimes.. I bet ya miss him too don'tch?” She'd state, slowly finding herself yet again enamoured by the idea of someone, she didn't have. This time however, the feeling of the moment even caused her to reach out and hug the bound doctor, who only sat in frantic protest in the chair. He protested like a fish out of water, in all his muffled terror.

“Ssshh.. It's okay, you don't need to be scared.. Im here for ya now.. and I promise I'll find a way to bring him back.. That's why I kidnapped doctors.. I mean, there outta be something you can do to bring back Puddin..” She'd remark, as if to sooth the bound doctor with the idea of making herself feel better. It was pretty fair to say that without Joker, Harley was getting worse by the day..



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"The Incarnate Of Madness & Broken Hearts" - OCC
So many questions and such little time.. Phoebe couldn't suppress the idea of the statement seeming oh so ideal for her current situation. If this guy thought he was getting off the hook that easy he was in for a real world of surprise. Clearly he had his suspicions and she just had her curiosities, despite knowing that digging into them wasn't going to be anything but easy. Just another masked nobody.. wearing a cowl Hell, he wasn't much different then her after all, but the real question was why he did it? The last thing she'd want was some narrow minded do gooder mucking up her favourite nightly pass -time and standing for that kind of thing just wasn't something she'd look forward too. This was all about her in the end and her bloodstained revenge on this good forsaken city and no crime fighting vigilante was about to get in her way.

Gun cocked in a show of warning the minute she ordered him to crawl out the window. The funny thing was she didn't want to shoot him at all, not yet, but if he wasn't compliant she could always try to improvise where her shot may end up. Pain was a great motivator after all, especially when it was being endued upon you by a clearly delusional pink and green cheerleader with a certain enthusiasm for guns and violence and murderous ass-kicking.

“Get goinggg..”

She'd warn in an edgy tone of voice as she always seemed to make some form of intrigue of the matter of her words by even the end of some of her even most threatening sentences. Keeping her intentions unclear was just part of everything that she was now.

He obliged her command, crawling out the window ever so slowly as she'd follow in his footsteps, never taking the aim of her sights off his face the entire time. She almost felt surprised that he didn't try to disarm her, but maybe that was because he wasn't as stupid as most people were. That's when he said his name.. Sean.

Upon hearing the nature of his name she couldn't so easily mask her intrigue by all her deluded character traits, as a half smirk found itself shown about her expression.

“Sayyy... that like your mask name or that like your real namee? Hmm? I meann.. Seann isn't really a good name for a crimee fightingg vigilantee..! Youu need something more cuteee.. Or at leastt somethingg that sounds moree like yourr tryingg to makee a pointt.. by really putting the moral terror into them! I can't imaginee how funnyy it is when you showw up and yourr likee.. Name's Seann and im about to kick yourr ass!”

Clearly she was having fun playing stupid. She knew full well that Sean wasn't a cowl name, but she couldn't help but make some fun out of it. She only paused for him to pitch a similar question back, one she was waiting to hear for the last little while. Upon hearing the question she'd slowly lower the aim of the gun the moment the two had become covered by the state of their alleyway surroundings, as the former nature of those glorious sirens seemed to fade into the background as nothing more then subtle ambience.

“Freindss, cause I have so manyy of those noww.. call mee RiotBlisss.. you knoww my friendss that aren't in the Riottclubb? We all got cutee little namess.. Sayy.. you didn't happenn to give the smack downn to my two boyss did yaa? One wears an angry maskk.. and the other's looks like some kindaa lightbulb was painted on it?”

It was a good question, especially because she hadn't seen Fury nor Whizz since the beginning of there night. Not like she was worried about them, not unless this do gooder put them out of commission and they might have currently been being arrested by the cops. That wouldn't be good at all.

Before he could pitch a response of his own, she did something quite unexpected. She'd take a step forward before literally throwing the entirety of her weight into her masked friend against the alleyway wall, almost like she was trying to hug him by the ever so invading proximity of her body. She pinned him under her ever so closely almost molding her torso into his as she used the back of the alleyway wall to keep him sandwiched. Thus she'd stare ever so widely and wondrously into his eyes. It was almost like her gaze was so hypnotically from the way she stared back at him with so much enticed intrigue. There was no hiding all the matter of true craziness she bore in her own eyes, as if her own contrasted the stability of his own in every way possible.

“I still havee soo manyy questionss for youu.. Letss start at what youu doo huhh? Letss start at whyy you do it hmm? Mee well, I do what I doo because it needss to be donee.. Youu remember those dredgess back theree.. all the deadd oness.. well I used to bee one of them you seee. Until thosee bastards decided it would bee funny to ruinn my lifee! But who's reallyy laughingg noww?”

She spoke back to him in a messy display of almost unsettled emotions. One minute her voice peaked with delight and the next she seemed to speak entirely from the pit of her mortified conscience as if the matter she spoke of was anything but the light joke she claimed it to be. Her forceful pin against him never lessened, as one of her hands slowly began to slide down the shape of his chest in a careful vertical draw downwards display. He certainly had a body worth checking.. Maybe she'd make him strip next.. Oh, she were so bad indeed.

“But theress only sooo many leftt you knoww.. And that justt meanss I havee a good thing going heree.. and I don't need anyy cutee little vigilantess getting in the wayy.. Sayy..  I wonderr if yourr as cutee as you are without the maskk.. hmm? Maybee I'll takee you homee I couldd use more special friendss..! ”

She'd threaten before ever so carefully reaching up towards his face with the intent of unmasking him. Despite having him pinned to the wall as she did just that, she made any former suppression she had of him much lighter in degree. With her mind slipping into the confound wonders of her own fantastical imagination, it was obvious he could easily turn this whole situation on her. She sacrificed her sense of control to appease the extend of questions and that just meant he could easily have her spun around and pinned exactly where he was if he was smart and didn't want his identity exposed.

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Re: "Blissy's Pocket Of Plots" :: F/F or F/M - Long term Lit. - Superheroine?
« Reply #4 on: February 25, 2016, 12:30:34 PM »
Just a monthly bump!

Still looking for another partner or two!

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- Fixed numerous errors found in my thread.

- Adjusted several parts of my thread. Specifically in, "Characters Types I Like To Play", "My expectations in post quality", "Super-hero sub-plot break down's".

Free to take on one or two new writing partners!

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Bumping up my thread once more.

Currently looking for a certain DC related plot.. Refer to first post for further information.

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04/19/16

Changed various numerous HTML headers. Revamped plots section & adjusted first informative main post.

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Re: Blissy's P.O.P :: F/F or F/M - Long term Lit+ Harley Quinn For..?
« Reply #8 on: May 12, 2016, 09:07:12 AM »
05/12/16

Reformatted first section of my thread. Made things a bit more summarized and to the point.

Still looking primarily for a Harley x Joker pairing!

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Re: Blissy's P.O.P ::F/F or F/M [Long term Lit+] (Closed! For now :x)
« Reply #9 on: May 23, 2016, 03:35:58 PM »
Added ""The Terms & Endearment Of A Vigilante" [Superhero/Vigilante(Street Level)/Potential Dark Romance/Anything else]"

Looking for potential interest from other writers for this particular plot.

06/01/16

Added! - "Alice In Underland (Dark original plot)" [Fandom, Psychological, Darker themes, open to discussion]

06/07/16

Added! - "The new Batgirl" (Original Character x Whoever)" [DC Fandom, OC, Whatever else!]

06/30/16

Added! - "The Pantomime Game" [Crime / Potential Dark Romance/Anything else]

No longer looking for more writing partners!

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08/15/16

- Added: 'Bloodrayne' to role-play search.

08/18/16

Added! - "Of Smoke And Mirrors" [Vampire/Dark Fantasy]

Added! - "Untitled Fledgling x Vampire" [Vampire/Dark Fantasy]
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Re: Blissy's P.O.P ::F/F or F/M [Long term Lit+] Blood Doll x Vampire?
« Reply #11 on: August 23, 2016, 06:46:04 PM »
08/23/16

- Added: "Necromantix's"

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08/29/16

- Added: "The Night Shift"
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08/31/16

- Added: "Untitled Vampire Hunter x Vampire Plot"

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09/05/16

Just a bump to my thread. Also added several plots / opened several older ones up!

Looking for one or two active writers to discuss potential plots with.

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09/07/16

Adjusted a few plots in terms of their availability. Also still searching for various plots and pairings as listed above.

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09/09/16

Added: "The Book that makes the spine and pages.." - A VTM partial fandom story.

Looking for a writer interested in this particular story pitch.

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09/12/16

Added: A new alternative of 'The Book that makes the spine and pages'

Still looking for a writer interested in this particular story pitch.

Also added a new "♥ | ♦ | ♣" system to reflect my interest in certain plots.
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09/14/16

Added: 'The Midnight Brigade' - A Demon x Demon Dark Fantasy Story

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09/18/16

Added: 'Of Necromancy & Possession' - A Demon x Necromancer Dark Fantasy Story

I also removed several old inactive plots that I am currently not interested in pursuing to prevent less clutter.
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09/20/16

Added: 'A Burden To My Valor' - OC Superhero Romance Plot

I also updated the status of several other plots that have been taken, or I am currently not interested in pursuing.

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Re: Blissy's P.O.P ::F/F|F/M [Lit+]|Dark Fantasy?|Demons?|Twisted Wonderland?
« Reply #21 on: September 24, 2016, 09:39:57 AM »
09/24/16

Adjusted: The availability of several plots. Looking specifically for 'Dark Fantasy' or 'Grim Fairy Tales' games

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09/25/16

Added: 'Untitled Femdom Vampire Plot' - A Vampire Story

Adjusted: Entirely rewrote 'Plots' section. Removed many old plots, adjusted search for remaining plots. Changed whole section layout.

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Re: Blissy's P.O.P ::F/F|F/M [Lit+]|Dark Vampire Fantasy?|Peril?|Superheroes?
« Reply #23 on: September 27, 2016, 08:15:03 AM »
09/27/16

Added:'Random perilous musing's and much more'. Also finished working on the BDSM sub-plot section of my thread.

Adjusted: The first post of my thread tremendously. Removed an old section that was becoming redundant to readers. Revisited availability with some plots. Closed interest in some, opened interest in others!

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10/10/16

Added:'"The Secret Life Of A Snotty Super-Heroine"'

Added:'"The Night Princess"'

Open to finding a new writing partner or two, at most!
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