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 A monster is TEN things

Discussion in 'Male Requests' started by reverse, Feb 5, 2018.

  1. reverse

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    First off Fated. If you get anything in this section, we're probably meant to be best writing buds forever.

    your learned to kill in few words
    it became your brand
    you became a revolver
    and I became a paper man

    I don't want to change you
    It's nothing as simple as that
    I would like to tbecome, consume you
    Beasts are always part of their habitat

    SOOOOO into a nun story right now.

    Open to any corruption story. Possession? Bad padre? Coercion?


    at first she might be innocent

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    And then something starts to happen, when she has contact with mc. Doubt

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    Rebellious turmoil

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    And then, who knows?

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    Hello

    Call me Verse. Let me be your villain. I am a narcissistic sadist. But I'm kind of also a people pleaser. And a decent writer. See the next post for that. I am overly (see: needlessly) poetic. It's tiring. I love your inspiration, and I want it to love me back. I have no limits but I suppose that doesn't mean I'll go along with everything, since there are subjects that bore me to pieces.

    Have you ever scrambled home to type? Just do that to me with our writing. If you can fit worth-while emotion into one line, then go for it, stun me. Usually I want a little more, though, but if you're not for poetic effort and leave me with scrolls of text I don't want it. The best details are in confessions, so leave a bit of yourself in there, between lines of whatever font you chose.

    Seriously though, I'm a kook and I apologize for that. If we don't come up with a THREAD together but you let me entertain you with my lack of online social skills and good intentions, we had a good run. No PM rp's.

    As a writer you want all the emotions, and then you have to leave whoever looks at your request thread with enough of them that they don't misunderstand you. So, how do I make you feel infinitely loved, abused, bled, raped, adored like a sister and mother, hated like a rival, like an animal, like a spec and an early-universe star at the same time? How do I eat your organs while making you feel spoiled? I just want to steal you on your wedding night and put an illicit baby in you. I just want to destroy you while you sing my hymns. Surely you know what I mean. I only want to pull you apart to get to your heart. DON'T hope to tame my villains, just get caught up in them. Isn't real love between fictional characters always best when it's abusive?

    Had a fairly chaotic request thread before, so I am trying to be concise. Cycles of inspiration, all that. There will only be ten plots. Doesn't mean you can't come with your own ideas as long as they're somewhat related to what you find here.

    Fractal stereophonic hobble heart - in a new era of tools and materials that cater to the idea of physics but mainly obey poetic and artful directions, mc is a building genius and yc is a girl who's sick with something beautiful. He can fix her, and does on occasion, replacing things and building new ones. It becomes a strange, sadomasochistic relationship because he has moods and she's bound to him, like if they lived in our world they'd just be a tumultuous couple caught up in whatever they're trying to express with their art, but now, because of the time they're in, it all becomes more severe. Based slightly of the basic of the music vid for Timebomb by All Time Low, but you'd be far off if you're hoping for YA. I think greasy and blue-light post apoc art is better for inspiration for this one.​

    A city that eats us - grungy couple. checker shirts around their waists, ancient band t-shirts and ragged, gaping holes in their jeans. His art is getting notoriety and the abuse he's lavished her with is getting worse. And she is becoming a creature of it. But is he slipping away into a world of more expensive drugs and cleaner cunts? How beautiful can we become in a downtown/city outskirts kind of tragedy? At some point there needs to be a scene where they're on either side of a fence under a bridge. Lots of domestic abuse. nomnomnom​

    After Garden - the world has ended for some reason, and yc and her group lives in a self sustained commune. Mc comes and the handful of men go to meet him, kill him. He kills them first with some kind of advantage. The commune now belongs to mc, and yc and whoever else you'd like to play has to deal with this new reign.

    Yandere third - mc and his gf involve yc, who is a friend of gf, in a threesome. Yc gets attached to mc during the act. Yandere antics from yc ensue.

    End of howls - girl uses her father's tech to sew a tormented boy's soul with that of a dying wolf. He becomes a divided being. She did it because she, like all of us, is inlove with the mythos of man with wolf. He has to suffer for it, and is torn by the new side of him. Themes: tragedy, desecration of beloved tropes, hunting man.

    Thin Water - coming of age story where son who's about to move out has an affair with his mother, and the sister perversely feels left out. Lots of old baggage gets dragged out in a lovely family drama.

    Would love to play a cybernetic mercenary that does a job and encounters your bio//bot that's the latest thing. Somehow he get away, messes her up in the process, and even though its against her programming, she become obsessed with him, and tries hunting him down. Robo and human parts maimed along the way, like in Ghost in the Shell. Would of course be fun if she still has her reproductive organs. Cyberpunk galore.

    Gruesome Sea - mermaids. Hunted and served up for their magical properties. Game for giantess mermaid whaling, or macabre bartering, where one individual keeps offering parts of herself to perhaps stay alive, or save someone she knows. Will involve mermaid bait, which are males that mermaids can't help but want to drown - perfect victims - used to lure and hunt the mermaids.

    School under siege - It has been 6 months since the monsters overtook the world. The old high-school is now in shambles, but yc gets herself over there after fighting the monsters that used to be people on the way. It's been long out in the new wild, and she is happy to be in a somewhat enclosed place. All the students under a certain age have died, many of them as bait and fodder in the battle against the monsters. But the schoolyard and building is now secure. Yc learns soon that there is a strict hierarchy that is topped by the oldest boys, where teachers and student have to obey. Themes: misogyny, possible zombies/monster of choice, violence, stockholm, corruptions of values over time and indoctrinating into a sordid way of life.

    Shogun Tales - In a fictional feudal japan fighting monsters have become an economy. This is the story of a house's internal and external fight for supremacy while also warding off monsters. MC is a contender for head of the house by some thin birthright, but the actual ruler tries to stop it, of course. Fated powers and swords. Will be bloody and grim. Could go for a marriage kind of storyline, in which he wins her heart by dominance/cruelty - as per old chauvinistic myths - or a part-monster partner that has to win his favor/trust through suffering.
    And here are some cravings!

    Ahegao
    Spit play/forced spit play
    Cock cleaning after
    Forced masturbation
    Fainting
    Chloroform
    Cock worship
    Ryona
    Using your character's long hair to strangle them
    Marking
    Branding
    Non con
    Yc hurting themselves for mc
    Butthole tattoos
    Chaste hand holding
     
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  2. reverse

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    The ballroom was a universe by itself, inverted. Lit up by any source that coins could by, bright as a background, with blackened coals hovering here and there, shadow stars in open mouths and greedy eyes. The night sky turned inside out. Really, the hall was blasphemy, with glittering chains and brilliant brooches reminding them they could have fed their dark city instead of posing this soiree. But that wouldn’t be as indulgent to their egos, would it? Shrinking bellies were not their concern. They wanted to climb a mountain where every rock was made of the shame of others.


    He knew that. Maybe he reveled in the disgust he felt of himself and his part in it. Maybe the just are punished by themselves, and suffer in a circle until they become heroes. Or maybe he was just a villain, choosing which flower to pluck and delighting in her wilt. Treynor Louvell was lord of this manor and wore the peacoat and cravat to match. Ruby pin and lips of tandem depth, black hair brushed behind his ears and a polite superiority in his expression. Wicked eyebrows and svelte skin. He watched the dance, which was anarchistic by the contemporary standard, even though it was more formulaic than he’d liked. He’d acquired an addiction for freer expression of the body during his travels. Slowly, he was conditioning people that hoped to be on his tier toward the same inclinations. They loved him for it. And that kind of unspoken wildness nurtured a flame that was equally romantic and ravenously primordial behind the corsets here.


    But Treynor - orphaned by a lightning storm and then pneumonia, grown up to be cultured and taught in modern things like the scientific method and matters out of the country – was not the rambunctious prince of city life under gas lamps that people like to gossip. He was grateful for the ruse but in truth he was just a hunting creature, raising his prey. He’d had a childhood friend and she’d also gone to open her mind with her eclectic relatives, but she’d left in him this urge.


    And Willa Marble was going to pay for it. He knew of her struggle. Her family business, built over generations of trusted relationships with buyers, had recently found itself in a bit of a dry spell. They didn’t know yet that at the farthest ends of their business world, someone was distorting the economic landscape toward their demise. Someone under the Louvell banner, perhaps? And yet, Willa was dancing because that’s what she liked to do, innocent and very becoming.


    With a flick of his finger the band raised the rhythm and the people on the floor kept up. Willa twirled and laughed to herself. There was that blush on her cheek that he was looking for, to let him know her blood was engaged in the evening too. Treynor stepped lively, a few strides, until he could join the turmoil of the skirts and pluck Willa and fit her stomach to his while he spun her. He looked for her smile and surprise as he practiced a concoction of contact where she’d never been touched, and wove a thrill into her heart that it had not known before. Poor, chanceless Willa.


    “You know, you’re quite something else. I’ve never seen a tongue as pink as yours. How unfair of your to flash it. Don’t you have any mercy for my heart?” he said when their faces were close. He had some guesses on the color of what was between her legs based on that, but she’d not been taught to like that kind of talk, yet.


    She didn’t know that he had a contract in his pocket for her family business, granted to him by the bank, and with it, all the influence he wanted over her life. How wonderfully naïve she was. And how honest her gasps and tears would be for it.


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    Dale was a beautiful collection of sharp bones folding over Robert’s low punch. Dale reached for his breath but his lungs were too stiff after the abuse. He fell to the floor and the burlier simpleton started kicking him. Eventually the longer, elegant combatant got up on ever steadier legs, like some inflating alabaster nightmare on shadow stilts in this forgotten walkway. Robert swung again but this time Dale rolled his head around the meaty hammer of a limb. Robert was exposed, and Dale threw himself to the side, his own arm following swiftly, cutting Robert’s brow with deft knuckles. The two were ready for each other after that, but targeting Robert’s blind side became a bullying game for Dale’s reach. In the end Robert was so soft he couldn’t stand, and when he was on his knees in this cellar corridor with its pipes and barely-there, green lighting, Dale gave him a far cocked punch to the nose. The sound was dull from the outside, but Dale was sure it had been a thundering crack in Robert’s head. The behemoth followed the trauma all the way to the concrete, and stayed there, shaking.


    “Nerve damage. I’m sure it’ll be visiting him, now and again.” Dale said to the girl curled by the door that wouldn’t open. She’d lured him here, and sent her brother on him. The floor behind Dale was speckled with three other bodies. Dale brushed sweaty, dark hair from his warm eyes. They looked yellow here, underground. “So that he’ll remember when he tried to be a hero for his baby sister, and was taught that he’s just an obstacle.”


    He hunched down to pulled her hair, and drag her face from where she’d hid it against her knees, so she’d see his cut up face and how he was smiling lovingly, but disappointed. His big mouth was supposed to be a sign of weakness, but now it looked like a monster’s maw. “I think you wanted this, Laura.” He said as she tried to shake free but only inspired him to pull her up standing, straining her scalp. Her sounds were lovely. “There are guns in the world, you know. And iron bars and kitchen knives.” He wiped his lip and let her go. His presence was oppressive enough to keep her against the door. “But you had to throw your brothers into my whirlwind and see them chipped up.” He fell forward and grabbed her arms so he could find her shoulder with his teeth, biting beyond the strap of her dirty top. She made the noise that girls make when they’re marked deep.


    “Tonight, in the old trailer by the old mine, stark naked after you’ve rolled in the dirt outside.” He ordered and licked her red from his lower lip as he tossed her to the side and reached for the latch of the metal door. She never saw it. Maybe it was because she’d been busy looking at her would-be protectors bounce against the walls and break against the pipes. “I suppose you could bring your brothers to that too.” His grin disappeared in the bleaching light of the opening door. It was fitting, because ghosts are supposed go away during the day. He chuckled as he left her. “But they’ll have to form a line behind me if they want at your peachy parts.”


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    He liked to kiss her when she was desperate to please. That was rather often, when they met. Innocent little thing at first, tending to her life like it was a garden, growing relationships because she liked things to be strong and beautiful. And then she thought she’d help herself be more worldly. He’d be in new clothes, made to look old, and the price tag to match. He was charming to her, because she’d not met with the murkier side before, and there is always gravitation in abysses.


    One drink, because she was being social. And then a little roll of something designer, lit on fire and place between her lips. He made sure she was having a good time and soon she could not have even an acceptable time without him. Her veins were blue but they were turning black for his chemical treasures. She’d laugh every night, in red lights and exposing her long neck.


    Now she’d take a dance, filling her belly up on his lap and moving her hips for his pleasure. Sometimes it didn’t matter how much she begged. And sometimes that’s all he wanted to hear.


    He was also tending to a garden, of sorts, and pampered her into a mesmerizing downfall, eyes starving for the next morsel he’d throw her. Beautiful little, dependent daffodil, with velvet petals and thin roots, waiting for the glittering rain to make her forget the lacking soil.
     
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  3. reverse

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    added some cravings. Will probably be selective since I got some good stuff going, but would love to brainstorm.
     
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    Bumping since I added three possible ideas I'd stretch myself to do.
     
  5. reverse

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    Back and in the mood to be mean. As always.
     
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    Added meta-plots.
     
  7. Bellapuella

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    Love your style. If you’re still looking for any partners I’d be happy to discuss plots
     
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    Hey!

    I'm a sucker for angst and dark plots myself. I'd love to maybe kick some ideas around if you are still interested in taking up partners. And if not, that is perfectly fine!

    Have a nice day.
     
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  9. reverse

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    I am still busy but right this second there's nothing to post in so my short-term greedy mind thinks itsi time for more plots.

    Lesgo.
     
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    Cleaned it up and added highlights.

    Be advised I will be away may 30 to June 15 ish, but will slow down activity before that.
     
  11. reverse

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    BUmp. Just came hone from vacation, so busting with ideas. Keep checking back for high lights.
     
  12. reverse

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    Baumph. New highlights, but also just bump.
     
  13. reverse

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    Ba-bump. Copenhagen syndrome.
     
  14. reverse

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    Bump for grotesque mermaid love
     
  15. reverse

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    ballet, ballerina, ballerino, bump
     
  16. Eon

    Eon He who is not nice. Member

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    I don't know if you're looking for partners still, but I'm looking to play a more submissive role for once. Some of your kinks are a bit past my limit, but there are several handfuls of stuff here that I'd love to do with a partner! I'm specifically looking to do some superhero stuff. I could do original or pre-existing characters. I never watched She-Ra, but I'm mildly familiar with Thundercats from the really good 2011 reboot. I think I'd rather play Wonder Woman or an OC Superhero though, if that's okay with you.
     
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    Bump.

    Beefed up feudal japan plot, added a picture and such. It's all in HIGHLIGHTS.
     
  18. reverse

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    bump

    Poetic Cybernetic is up, but please talk to me about my feudal idea, too. and really anything in HIGHLIGHTS.
     
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    villainy and malady's last week before revamp! hype! bump!
     
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    please be excited to the TEN project. Bump! reveal on Sunday!
     

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