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Below you'll find an ever evolving list of plot ideas that can be changed and bent as needed! You got an idea that changes things but could make the story juicier? Bring it on! You got a character that would change the dynamic of the story but you think they'd be perfect for the job? Like my cats, I'm completely flexible and have the ability to mold myself to anything.
So don't be shy to contact me if an idea is to your liking or if you have a similar plot idea you think I might be interested in.
Though before I get to the ideas, I do have a few rules I'd like to ask of those who wish to write with me.
Number 1: Be over 18 I don't negotiate with terrorists
Number 2: Don't ghost me, just tell me if you ain't feeling it. No means no, and that applies to role playing too.
Number 3: Please provide a writing sample, as I have done so below. It doesn't need to be your best work, it doesn't even need to be related to the plot! I just want to know if our writing will mesh, it's a big thing for me.
Number 4: Friendship is nice, so is OOC chat. It's not necessary but appreciated. Less of a rule and more of a thought.
Number 5: I tend to stay away from writing smut, I'll go up until the act itself but after that we fade to black.
Number 6: I write female mains, but I do write secondary characters and NPCs of both genders. I'm fine with FxM and FxF.
Number 7: Have funnnnnn!~
Below you'll find the prologue to the book I'm writing as my writing sample and plots! I hope one of them intrigues you! Even if they don't, have a wonderful day or evening!
Below you'll find an ever evolving list of plot ideas that can be changed and bent as needed! You got an idea that changes things but could make the story juicier? Bring it on! You got a character that would change the dynamic of the story but you think they'd be perfect for the job? Like my cats, I'm completely flexible and have the ability to mold myself to anything.
So don't be shy to contact me if an idea is to your liking or if you have a similar plot idea you think I might be interested in.
Though before I get to the ideas, I do have a few rules I'd like to ask of those who wish to write with me.
Number 1: Be over 18 I don't negotiate with terrorists
Number 2: Don't ghost me, just tell me if you ain't feeling it. No means no, and that applies to role playing too.
Number 3: Please provide a writing sample, as I have done so below. It doesn't need to be your best work, it doesn't even need to be related to the plot! I just want to know if our writing will mesh, it's a big thing for me.
Number 4: Friendship is nice, so is OOC chat. It's not necessary but appreciated. Less of a rule and more of a thought.
Number 5: I tend to stay away from writing smut, I'll go up until the act itself but after that we fade to black.
Number 6: I write female mains, but I do write secondary characters and NPCs of both genders. I'm fine with FxM and FxF.
Number 7: Have funnnnnn!~
Below you'll find the prologue to the book I'm writing as my writing sample and plots! I hope one of them intrigues you! Even if they don't, have a wonderful day or evening!
Under moonlight a shadow is born, whilst embers burn a kingdom torn. A throne of thorns, a crib of obsidian, swaddled up tight as the clock strikes midnight. Oh sweet child, bathed in blood, a path of madness awaits the chosen one. Hair of raven, abyss colored eyes flecked with gold, skin of ash with veins filled blue. Upon your birth a kingdom renewed, an era of peace hides the storms that brew. Beware loves inferno, your choice set in stone, your desires result in altar or bone. Oh child of darkness, your future unknown, may you be blessed by the night so you may not walk your chosen path alone.
The blistering night wind swept the freshly fallen snow across the palace grounds, nearly drowning out the howling that came from within its walls. The twisting labyrinth of halls within were covered by shimmering shadows that rippled and swayed, the echo of drums deep within the heart of the maze guiding the palace’s inhabitants to the obsidian sanctum. Beyond the intricately carved shadow oak doors laid the queen upon her bed, her sisters in bond not blood chanted and banged on their ancestral drums. Queen Eclypsa moaned in pain, her hands gripped tight upon her blood sisters fingers. Princess Lune and Princess Stellaira sat upon their queen’s bedside and cooed in her ear words of encouragement and praise. It was all they could do as the night priestess Shadona kneeled upon the abyss colored marble and diligently tended to Eclypsa as she tried desperately not to push.
“Eclypsa, my darling sister, you are doing splendidly! Surely Hecate is smiling down upon you!” Lune whispered into her sister’s ear as she grinned wildly, Stellaira merely smirking as she saw her sister's expression twist in pain.
“A mighty fine job my queen! Though perhaps I shall abstain from children myself! After all, to bare a man's seed looks mighty awf- oww!”
Lune had flicked Stellaira’s forehead with her free hand, the simple scolding between sisters elicited a pained chuckle from Eclypsa’s pale lips.
“My dearest moon, do not heed her sly tongue. It is far too late to educate her so we may as well embrace her as she is. My dearest starling, I understand your disdain for men. All the same I hope you will treat my child as your own, even if she was born from an act you will never understand.”
“Oh I understand perfectly well my queen! How could I not when you woke me from the dead with your screams of plea- Hey Luney, enough with the flicking! You’ll put a dent in my head with your brute strength!”
Lune scolded her sister with her glare alone, Eclypsa laughing as she stared joyously at the two women who shared her face. The triplets had ruled the kingdom together for centuries, their subjects each a part of their coven. Witches and warlocks lived freely across their lands, their kingdom filled with magic and joy. Their kingdom had long isolated themselves away from human kind and only interacted with them as was necessary, but that had changed when one human had made his way not only into their kingdom but also into Eclypsa’s heart.
But the wrenching pain of childbirth took all other thoughts from her mind, the labor process arduous and long. Hours passed with her sisters by her side, cooing her praises as she struggled with all her might. The moon was at its peak, the room bathed in its light as the drums stopped their beating and the cries of a newborn replaced them. Shadona cradled the newborn in her embrace, smiling as she handed the tiny infant over to her queen. Each princess received a pair of scissors, Lune received a silver pair whilst Stellaira received one made of gold.
"She's perfect my queen… and it has been an honor to have served you. May Hecate bless this child, our future empress, and may the heavens above guide her path so that she may only receive eternal happiness."
"Shadona what do you me-"
Before Eclypsa could even comprehend what she meant Shadona pulled a dagger from within her robes and sliced her neck, her black shimmering blood spraying upon the triplets and their newborn princess. Horror replaced their joy as they watched each of their sisters follow Shadona's lead, crimson spilling upon the floor as it pooled and mixed as their bodies dropped to the door.
That night the halls of the castle were filled with the cries of the sisters, the screams of their princess, and Shadona's whispers as her prophecy echoed throughout the night.
Under moonlight a shadow is born, whilst embers burn a kingdom torn. A throne of thorns, a crib of obsidian, swaddled up tight as the clock strikes midnight. Oh sweet child, bathed in blood, a path of madness awaits the chosen one. Hair of raven, abyss colored eyes flecked with gold, skin of ash with veins filled blue. Upon your birth a kingdom renewed, an era of peace hides the storms that brew. Beware loves inferno, your choice set in stone, your desires result in altar or bone. Oh child of darkness, your future unknown, may you be blessed by the night so you may not walk your chosen path alone.
The blistering night wind swept the freshly fallen snow across the palace grounds, nearly drowning out the howling that came from within its walls. The twisting labyrinth of halls within were covered by shimmering shadows that rippled and swayed, the echo of drums deep within the heart of the maze guiding the palace’s inhabitants to the obsidian sanctum. Beyond the intricately carved shadow oak doors laid the queen upon her bed, her sisters in bond not blood chanted and banged on their ancestral drums. Queen Eclypsa moaned in pain, her hands gripped tight upon her blood sisters fingers. Princess Lune and Princess Stellaira sat upon their queen’s bedside and cooed in her ear words of encouragement and praise. It was all they could do as the night priestess Shadona kneeled upon the abyss colored marble and diligently tended to Eclypsa as she tried desperately not to push.
“Eclypsa, my darling sister, you are doing splendidly! Surely Hecate is smiling down upon you!” Lune whispered into her sister’s ear as she grinned wildly, Stellaira merely smirking as she saw her sister's expression twist in pain.
“A mighty fine job my queen! Though perhaps I shall abstain from children myself! After all, to bare a man's seed looks mighty awf- oww!”
Lune had flicked Stellaira’s forehead with her free hand, the simple scolding between sisters elicited a pained chuckle from Eclypsa’s pale lips.
“My dearest moon, do not heed her sly tongue. It is far too late to educate her so we may as well embrace her as she is. My dearest starling, I understand your disdain for men. All the same I hope you will treat my child as your own, even if she was born from an act you will never understand.”
“Oh I understand perfectly well my queen! How could I not when you woke me from the dead with your screams of plea- Hey Luney, enough with the flicking! You’ll put a dent in my head with your brute strength!”
Lune scolded her sister with her glare alone, Eclypsa laughing as she stared joyously at the two women who shared her face. The triplets had ruled the kingdom together for centuries, their subjects each a part of their coven. Witches and warlocks lived freely across their lands, their kingdom filled with magic and joy. Their kingdom had long isolated themselves away from human kind and only interacted with them as was necessary, but that had changed when one human had made his way not only into their kingdom but also into Eclypsa’s heart.
But the wrenching pain of childbirth took all other thoughts from her mind, the labor process arduous and long. Hours passed with her sisters by her side, cooing her praises as she struggled with all her might. The moon was at its peak, the room bathed in its light as the drums stopped their beating and the cries of a newborn replaced them. Shadona cradled the newborn in her embrace, smiling as she handed the tiny infant over to her queen. Each princess received a pair of scissors, Lune received a silver pair whilst Stellaira received one made of gold.
"She's perfect my queen… and it has been an honor to have served you. May Hecate bless this child, our future empress, and may the heavens above guide her path so that she may only receive eternal happiness."
"Shadona what do you me-"
Before Eclypsa could even comprehend what she meant Shadona pulled a dagger from within her robes and sliced her neck, her black shimmering blood spraying upon the triplets and their newborn princess. Horror replaced their joy as they watched each of their sisters follow Shadona's lead, crimson spilling upon the floor as it pooled and mixed as their bodies dropped to the door.
That night the halls of the castle were filled with the cries of the sisters, the screams of their princess, and Shadona's whispers as her prophecy echoed throughout the night.
Under moonlight a shadow is born, whilst embers burn a kingdom torn. A throne of thorns, a crib of obsidian, swaddled up tight as the clock strikes midnight. Oh sweet child, bathed in blood, a path of madness awaits the chosen one. Hair of raven, abyss colored eyes flecked with gold, skin of ash with veins filled blue. Upon your birth a kingdom renewed, an era of peace hides the storms that brew. Beware loves inferno, your choice set in stone, your desires result in altar or bone. Oh child of darkness, your future unknown, may you be blessed by the night so you may not walk your chosen path alone.
Seven years wasted on the wrong man, left at the altar by the man who promised her forever. A masacara stained face hid under masses of lace and tule, a lovely rose dressed up to look like an ugly duckling. Horrible in laws who yelled and beat her with her bouquet when their son called and told him he was running away with his work wife, berated by her parents for not being appealing enough to keep her future husbands interest. Being left outside the church in the cold, disowned by her family and her friends turning on her as they were all his friends.
Her whole world turned into more of a hellscape than it already was, but a mysterious figure offers their hand to her. Thrust into a world of shadows and darkness, she offers up her hand in marriage and her first born child for revenge against all those who wronged her. In a world where up is down and left is right, can she navigate her way through the storm and will she let her savior into her heart? What secrets lay behind those eyes amd just what connection led them to that fateful day?
Her whole world turned into more of a hellscape than it already was, but a mysterious figure offers their hand to her. Thrust into a world of shadows and darkness, she offers up her hand in marriage and her first born child for revenge against all those who wronged her. In a world where up is down and left is right, can she navigate her way through the storm and will she let her savior into her heart? What secrets lay behind those eyes amd just what connection led them to that fateful day?
She is their faithful right hand woman, their shadow that does whatever is needed of them by their fearless blue blood. Shes killed for them, raised towns for them, even insighted the war that allowed her master to become first in line for the crown after the kings passing. But never, did she ever imagine, that she'd be asked to become a proper noble woman with a false title and family in order to feign to the court that her master has a paramore that is suitable for marriage.
From shadow assassin to royal court distraction, she endeavors to do her best so that her master won't be forced into a loveless political marriage. But why does she get the distinct feeling that perhaps their master truly has feelings for her... they must be a better actor than her! Time to practice harder!
From shadow assassin to royal court distraction, she endeavors to do her best so that her master won't be forced into a loveless political marriage. But why does she get the distinct feeling that perhaps their master truly has feelings for her... they must be a better actor than her! Time to practice harder!
Lust, gluttony, greed, laziness, wrath, envy, and pride. Whatever it was that brought you to Sin City in the first place has kept you here, it is within human nature to be attracted to sin. Nearly a decade has passed since you arrived, but you feel as if you haven’t changed or perhaps you are blind to it, mayhaps even proud of the fact you have shed what made you human.
Whatever the case may be, you have been given an opportunity to further yourself and your status in the upper echelon of Sin City high society. Be it connections or dumb luck, you have found your way into the running for becoming the bodyguard to the daughter of Wrath. It’s not an easy job with her penchant for revenge and her ability to quickly turn a situation for the worst, but there’s something about her that draws you in.
Something tells you that if you land this position you’ll enjoy it to your hearts content… perhaps you’ll enjoy her as well. Plunge deep into the world of demons, crime, and debauchery. Become one with the Heart of Sin.
Whatever the case may be, you have been given an opportunity to further yourself and your status in the upper echelon of Sin City high society. Be it connections or dumb luck, you have found your way into the running for becoming the bodyguard to the daughter of Wrath. It’s not an easy job with her penchant for revenge and her ability to quickly turn a situation for the worst, but there’s something about her that draws you in.
Something tells you that if you land this position you’ll enjoy it to your hearts content… perhaps you’ll enjoy her as well. Plunge deep into the world of demons, crime, and debauchery. Become one with the Heart of Sin.
Twenty five years since high school ended and you can still remember the last day of school. The taste of iron from your swollen lip, the phones that recorded your fist fight that sent you down a dark path, the sting from your busted knuckles as you beat your best friend up for sleeping with your girlfriend, the screams of your girlfriend as she ran to your best friend instead of you. Lawsuits, a few years in jail, the struggle of finding a job afterwards, it made you hardened to the joys of the world.
That moment was what changed the path you were set upon, the one where you still had your girlfriend by your side and now played football professionally after the full ride you were about to get from the college of your choice. But despite what happened you find an invite from the highschool to your class reunion, ending up going at the instance of your boss that became like a second father to you. Being there, everything feels fresh again. The wounds are reopened, especially when you see your ex-friend and your ex-girlfriend happily still together bragging about their white picket life and children.
Just before you leave you are stopped by a gorgeous girl you can’t quite remember but she feels so familiar. Before you can even react she gets down on one knee and pulls out a ring, claiming to have spent the last ten years with you and wishes to spend many more with you. She asks you to marry her, your mind a mess until you look at your ex-girlfriend and ex-friend. Her eyes are filled with what appears to be… regret? He looks at you like he wants to murder you, and that’s when you realize who she is. This girl, down on one knee, was the ex-girlfriend of your best friend who was a total bookworm. She changed just as much as you did, and in a split second decision you say yes. This decision thrusts you into a world of corporate nepotism, revenge, and a strange love for the girl who turned your world upside down. Your mother always said a life well lived was the best revenge… perhaps she was right.
That moment was what changed the path you were set upon, the one where you still had your girlfriend by your side and now played football professionally after the full ride you were about to get from the college of your choice. But despite what happened you find an invite from the highschool to your class reunion, ending up going at the instance of your boss that became like a second father to you. Being there, everything feels fresh again. The wounds are reopened, especially when you see your ex-friend and your ex-girlfriend happily still together bragging about their white picket life and children.
Just before you leave you are stopped by a gorgeous girl you can’t quite remember but she feels so familiar. Before you can even react she gets down on one knee and pulls out a ring, claiming to have spent the last ten years with you and wishes to spend many more with you. She asks you to marry her, your mind a mess until you look at your ex-girlfriend and ex-friend. Her eyes are filled with what appears to be… regret? He looks at you like he wants to murder you, and that’s when you realize who she is. This girl, down on one knee, was the ex-girlfriend of your best friend who was a total bookworm. She changed just as much as you did, and in a split second decision you say yes. This decision thrusts you into a world of corporate nepotism, revenge, and a strange love for the girl who turned your world upside down. Your mother always said a life well lived was the best revenge… perhaps she was right.
Being a mercenary is rough; long nights without rest, the risk of injury or death, stingy customers who aren’t nearly as grateful for your services you provide. But when you get summoned by the emperor you believe your luck is about to change, being offered the chance to become a part of the emperor's shadows if you complete one final adventure. There is rumor of a dragon nearby whose eyes bring fortune and luck to whomever receives their gaze, the creature having been injured in battle when the emperor’s army had gone after it. They could not procure the eyes themselves as the beast got away, but with your ability to track and your track record of killing monsters surely this would be a piece of cake for you.
So you accept, receiving a handsome sum of gold for the journey and as compensation should you perish in the pursuit. You set off, traveling quite some time before you reach the dragon's cave. There you find the dragon, but you realize this is going to be a lot harder than you first realized. The dragon is a shifter, a young beautiful woman at that, though feisty enough to lash out when you try to get close. She’s powerful, but she’s wounded and weak. Surely you can’t kill her when she’s not at her best! Plus, wouldn’t the king rather have her alive if he knew she were such a treasure? Perhaps it’s time to become a beast tamer, heal this creature, and bring her to the king and claim your place as his shadow! All according to plan! But what happens when you stray from it as you realize you’ve become attached? Just what future awaits you and your dragon?
So you accept, receiving a handsome sum of gold for the journey and as compensation should you perish in the pursuit. You set off, traveling quite some time before you reach the dragon's cave. There you find the dragon, but you realize this is going to be a lot harder than you first realized. The dragon is a shifter, a young beautiful woman at that, though feisty enough to lash out when you try to get close. She’s powerful, but she’s wounded and weak. Surely you can’t kill her when she’s not at her best! Plus, wouldn’t the king rather have her alive if he knew she were such a treasure? Perhaps it’s time to become a beast tamer, heal this creature, and bring her to the king and claim your place as his shadow! All according to plan! But what happens when you stray from it as you realize you’ve become attached? Just what future awaits you and your dragon?
Unforeseen circumstances led to this very moment. At first you didn’t think that this young woman with the personality of a black cat would be difficult to live with, but then the passive aggressive notes began. At first it was manageable, but then the requests began to become ridiculous. She didn’t like your cologne and wanted you to buy another one? She asked you to bathe at midnight to make sure there would be enough hot water for her laundry? She left you notes about your energy drink choice?
All those little notes have built up to this moment, and the noise complaint from you moving around the apartment at 1 AM for a late night snack was the last straw. You plan a ragger to end all raggers, ensuring to start the party when she's away. The music is blaring, booze is flowing, and she’s… talking to you? Clearly she’s intoxicated but it seems the booze has finally loosened her lips, she’s yelling at you, but why is she so hot when she’s angry? This night starts a war of passion, a war of wills, a war over who turned the socks pink. Will you make it out victorious or will you concede and move on?
All those little notes have built up to this moment, and the noise complaint from you moving around the apartment at 1 AM for a late night snack was the last straw. You plan a ragger to end all raggers, ensuring to start the party when she's away. The music is blaring, booze is flowing, and she’s… talking to you? Clearly she’s intoxicated but it seems the booze has finally loosened her lips, she’s yelling at you, but why is she so hot when she’s angry? This night starts a war of passion, a war of wills, a war over who turned the socks pink. Will you make it out victorious or will you concede and move on?
A battle between good and evil, angels and demons. It’s raged for centuries, generations of angels and demons slaughtering each other in the name of their divine beings. But what happens when a young angel leader is captured by the demonic divine himself and learns that this battle, everything she knows, is completely wrong? Trapped and unable to shield herself from the sharp blade of the truth, she is forced into a world of deja vu as she unravels the truth of this war, the ‘Demonic’ race, and the pull she feels towards the Demonic Divine.
Possibly through song, cause who doesn’t love a dark musical?
Possibly through song, cause who doesn’t love a dark musical?
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