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 Male x Male For Sinners and Saints

Discussion in 'Male Requests' started by vices and virtues, Oct 12, 2018.

  1. vices and virtues

    vices and virtues When The Gods Fall, I'm Left Standing Member

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    Welcome to V&V's thread request
    Please Read: Likely this summer only (June-August 10th), I will be engaging in a maximum
    of 5 role plays. Of the role plays, I will solely accept ONE partner who plays as a sub, the rest will need to play as Dom or Switch.

    Available: 2 spots open

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    Expectations:
    Literate
    Grammar savvy
    Post daily or at least twice a week
    Tolerant
    OOC chat! I love talking!
    I enjoy short character descriptions and faceclaims
    but I can ammend this based on the partner~
    Hi! Thanks for viewing this.

    As a brief note, one of my largest turnoffs is lack of caring.
    Definition: Lack of proper punctuation, capitalization
    and low-level detail/vocabulary.
    I take the time to spell, punctuate, capitalize and use a
    Thesaurus. The lattermost, I don't expect, but appropriate level
    items we learned in elementary school, I do expect.

    Please do not message me if you cannot achieve this. Otherwise,
    I will drop the RP if I found out.

    (This is a starter. My replies range between 3-5 paragraphs)

    Twelve Years Ago

    "You're such a brat," His older brother, Danny, admonishingly teased him as he smashed Jax's Lego airplane into one of his Lego towers. He could almost imagine the damage as primary hues of plastic blocks scattered the living room carpet. As the youngest in the family, Jaxon had received the worst of the worst; his eldest brother ignored him and Daniel constantly harassed him. Two years ago, he had been jeered at for acting "gay" when he played with Barbie dolls in a world of his own creation. Currently, anything Jax did, his brother had to ruin, which then led to him crying.

    Tears brimmed on his lower eyelids and cascaded down his left cheek as he sullenly glared at the chaos, his brother snickering while he broke a makeshift hospital adorned in red and blue bricks. I wish he'd go away. Jax had thought this statement dozens of times, when his sibling hurt his feelings or lied to their parents about a mistake. And his imaginary friend, born when he grew into the age of six, consoled his emotions and often compensated for Danny's actions. Caine had always stuck to his side, through kindergarten until second grade, whispering to him and playing with him, guiding him on adventures and discovering unusual finds for Jax to inspect in awe. As two years older than his companion, the imaginary friend performed as an older brother should; caring and paternal, rowdy yet gentle, selfless and wise.

    But something shifted on this day, for one reason or another. As Jax sat there with his wish, and Caine huddled beside him, a string snapped. Whether the friend had perceived the boy's contemptual frustration, or whether his naturally demonic instincts took over, her couldn't decide. But within a minute, Danny had lapsed into a choking spasm, and the nine-year-old victim observed the reaction in horror and fear. He hadn't seen Caine simply stroke the brother's throat, causing his esophagus to fold inward and create a barrier from lungs to air. In the next minute, as Jax's cries transitioned to sobs, the choking halted and Danny gulped for oxygen, his cheeks tinted red and his forehead glazed with sweat. No one could identify what happened or why, but the his brother's demeanor dramatically changed after the incident.

    Eight Years Ago

    "Jaxon, you need to understand. Having an imaginary friend at your age is not normal," The therapist lounged in a ruby armchair, and Caine resided next to him on the crimson couch. He could feel the heat of his counterpart, and he understood how wrong his counselor was. His parents had forced him to attend these sessions after he had coaxed one of his school friend's to have a sleep-over and meet Caine. But when the real friend arrived, and Jax introduced him to a blank space, rumors went flying about his sanity. The boy had yet to learn the social constructs of junior high, and now he had been taught the difficult route.

    "Think of it this way. Why would you need a hypothetical friend, when you have living ones?" Jaxon didn't quite know what 'hypothetical' meant, but Caine did, and he rustled in the seat uncomfortably while the therapist talked. Perhaps I don't need him any more. Danny had lessened his time around his younger brother since the fateful day, and no one else bothered him on a daily or weekly basis. 'Jax?' Caine had removed his focus from the woman to his friend, a pleading whine lighting his facial features. He had developed a manner in which to manipulate the pubescent teen, his pitiful smiles and encouraging words often driving factors.

    "I'm sorry Dr. Laika, I can't let go. He's been so nice to me," A sense of triumph washed over the friend as he stared in the doctor's general direction. His intense gaze caused her to scratch her neck and eye the position where he idled, as if she could see him. Her attention returned to Jaxon, a concerned grimace splitting her lips; she thought she had made progress with him, only to have hopes demolished. "Alright, I'll need you to ask for your parents to come in, so I can chat with them alone,".

    Three Years Ago

    Sniffling as he shoved his hands into his pockets, his breath frozen in the night atmosphere, Jax strode from the indoor graduation party to the pool for a break. His imaginary "friend" had turned into more of a fiend as the years wore on, and his temper grew thinner and thinner every 365 days. Naturally, Caine had cruised with him to the ceremony, and the after-celebration, and now stood with him as the stars twinkled above. For five minutes, the pair simply admired the nature surrounding them, and then he spoke, his tone exhausted and irritated.

    "Caine, we can't continue any longer. We're going our separate paths, as of tonight," Relief coursed in his veins as he shut his eyes, and willed his ridiculous creation of a fake brother into non-existence. Unfortunately, he still didn't know of Caine's true DNA, and when his lids fluttered open, the demon remained standing with a smirk. 'You can't abandon me. I'm everything you need and pray for,' Grating his teeth together, Jax huffed in displeasure and pinched the bridge of his nose with an index and thumb. "I don't require your twisted forms of assistance," Since the Lego memory, Caine's behaviors had only escalated in violence and psychological terror, instilling irriational fears or thoughts into Jaxon's mind.

    Perhaps he was schizophrenic, as his new psychologist had analyzed based on his behaviors. But the pills were not aiding, and if anything, his life seemed to dwindle between depression and loneliness. "Why can't you just fuck off!" Jax's voice split the air as he threw his arms up and knit his brows in annoyance, while Caine continued a smug expression. 'Because you're mine,' And obviously, who would give up what is theirs? His rationale struck him as finalized, where as Jaxon's emotions drove in perplexion and bewilderment. If anything, he believed Caine was his, and he could decree the imaginary being from his sights.

    "You okay there Jax?" A feminine head poked from a slit in the patio door, a worried tone cruising the cool air. "Yeah, I'm coming," Putting his riddled thoughts on the backburner, he tramped from the grassy lands to the glass entry, determined to see the evening through to the highest contentment possible.

    Now

    "Hey my name's Jaxon, I'll be your server for today. What'd you like to drink?" Blue pen in one hand and notepad in the second, he doggedly blinked at the man sitting alone. Previous nights at the university had been filled with studying and note-taking, and his lack of sleep was catching up to him. His imaginary nuisance certainly hadn't helped either, with his constant berating and shenanigans. Earlier this morning, Caine had already managed to trip a waitress and swap two orders, creating havoc in the kitchen and in the dining room. Unfortunately, Jax had been too busy with orders and patrons to throttle his partner in private.
    Currently, the demon hovered in the booth opposite to the man, which irked Jax considerably, mostly because he could not say anything without seeming insane. For the meantime, however, Caine had done nothing for thirty minutes, and his muscles had uncoiled with every passing minute. Sunlight splayed across the table and onto his face, his dirty blonde locks glowing golden as he squinted in the beams. A familiar source of recognition stirred as he peered at his customer, but he couldn't pinpoint why, where, or how. His finger restlessly clicked the pen as he awaited his servitude, his eyes switching between his patron and Caine, as to make certain the creature did no harm.


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    I don't mind playing subs, switches or doms.


    F-List

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    A few plots lie below...

    Spotlight by Lil Peep

    Muse A has "schizophrenia", or at least, his psychologist and parents seem to believe so. Ever since his best friend and behind-the-scenes crush committed suicide the prior year, Muse A hasn't been able
    to relieve him from mind...or sight. Tormented by these daily visions, Muse A struggles through his senior yer and continually isolates himself fom the world.
    A new and rather welcome student, Muse B adds a striking and charming presence on Muse A's campus. Yet something about Muse B itches at him, something below the surface which his peers don't seem to see. With his personal ghost encouraging him to delve further into the enigma of Muse B, Muse A finds himself balancing on the edge between stability and insanity.

    Possibilities of Muse B: Supernatural Entity, pyschopath, figment of Muse A's real schizophrenia

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    Definitely dark themes included.

    Worlds We'll Never Know by convolk


    Scenerio 1: Muse A has decided to accept a role as a camp leader for a youth wilderness retreat during the summer. The idea of extra cash and handling some prepubescent children didn't seem like a terrible gig...until he arrived several days early for the training session amongst his peers. During these few days, Muse A realizes he knows virtually nothing about the natural world and how to survive in it. Luckily, his partner is Muse B, a more experienced adventurer and a camp counselor from last year. As the final training days kicks off with a "fun" first hand experience in the forest with partners, Muse A and B rapidly take into a series of misfortunes and find themselves lost in nature.

    Scenerio 2: Muse A has never been particularly fond of the outdoors. But when his younger sister insists on attending a summer trip with boys, he knows he must tag along as the watch dog and cock blocker. Similarly, Muse B could care less about stepping beyond the confines of his air conditioned humble abode. Yet the promises of a "good time" from his friends lure him into their summer trip "of a lifetime". Will romance blossom during this heated vacation?


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    May include dark elements

    Medusa by Kailee Morgue


    A collection of Grecian-based pairings

    Apollo x OC
    Apollo x Twin (male form of Artemis)
    Eros x OC
    Narcissus x OC
    Icarus x Helios
    Ares x OC/Hero
    Perseus x Gorgon OC
    Siren x OC
    Muse x OC
    Nymph x OC

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    Tag, You're It by Melanie Martinez

    Plot Idea 1:
    Muse A has been on the run from the vampire empire since
    his adolescence. He knows hunters have been sent after him,
    yet he's managed to dodge or slay each one at every turn.
    Why he's specifically hunted for, he can't say.
    Muse B has been searching for Muse A, constantly migrating
    from empty city to empty city. As a prominent figure [prince, son of
    a commander, etc] in therealm, he's been forced to capture the stray.
    One fateful evening, Muse A and B happen to accidentally cross
    paths and the real game begins. Will the cat and mouse chase
    ever end and at what costs will the stakes arise to?

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    Starter:
    Year 2206
    An autumn breeze blew in the hazy afterglow of dusk, shadows of the ghost city crawling with patience. Nothing but the sparse hoot of pigeons and whirls of casual wind disturbed the sunset-streaked streets. Even his footsteps hustled mutely on the cracked concrete as his silhouette danced a solo on the glass windows of abandoned shops and business buildings. Atlas had been traveling for so long, at times he nearly forgot why or from where or to what destination. But the memory of his initial vanishing act always reminded him, always engaged the fiery adrenaline in his veins and the frozen numbness in his guts. A newspaper page skittered on the asphalt near him, fingers clenching the satchel straps a little firmer. As far as he knew, Atlas had landed himself in Nevada about five nights ago, his passage to California hopefully on target. Having not seen a single living human in a week, he wished his voyage to the Golden State might continue in the same manner. Added baggage only weighed him down and pinpointed the enemy in his direction, hence his journey in isolation.


    Nowhere in the fictional novels had he read the truth about vampires. Granted, the species had been around centuries prior to his existence, but every damn book involved romance, seduction and eternal happiness between humans and the monsters. Bullshit. For a decade, Atlas had been dodging the aforementioned antagonists and nothing about the ones he had encountered seemed “mystical” or “elegant”. No, the ones he had slain were all bark and bite, treacherous, vain, deceitful, manipulative, dangerous, cruel. Yes, the vampires he fought were purposefully sent for his capture, so those attributes could only have been expected. Yet, well, Atlas stereotyped “the hunters” and “the civilians” to likely maintain similar traits: cunning and misleading with a hint of something extra. In all fairness, the creatures assumed humans as a singular commodity: prey; to presume their nature did not biased to him.


    Weary legs drew him to a high-rise hotel, the horizon darkening to where the sign flashed “Hilton Resort” faintly. Walking under the crimson glow and to the double glass entrance, he figured resting for a couple days could provide a refresher. Atlas unlatched one hand to press the silver handle bar, the once grand lobby shimmering into sight. Lavender armchairs were flipped onto their sides, belongings littered the frayed carpet---everything had an element of disarray. Formerly low-populated provinces like Silver Springs were relatively devoid of human life; only larger cities like Sacramento or Chicago held mass amounts of the living. Austin had been his original residency, merely a hop, skip and a leap from his current state. Uneasy about the idea, Atlas focused on his usual set of rules when booking for a night or two at an establishment. Rule 1: Search for signs of fresh upheaval. This usually meant a barely decayed corpse or unspoilt food, but after a gradual visual scan of the interior, he cleared the coast. Rule 2: Select a room from the third or fourth floor. Lower levels equated to easier discovery and higher floors allowed a time consuming escape. Middle ground gifted several options of dashing (or jumping…) if needed. Thankfully, this hotel afforded the old-fashioned copper-keys-on-hooks system. Atlas skimmed the rows after venturing to behind the front desk, plucking one labeled 305. Perhaps this station might offer a decent view… Ironically, this led to the second set of instructions he had for himself, including ’Shut any blinds or curtains’. Reviewing the list in his mind, he braced for the elevators, smacked the arrow button pointing up and stepped onto the ride once the metal had slid apart.


    “Floor one...floor two…” An effeminate tone poured from the speakers as he leaned against the railing. His pistol jabbed his pelvis and forced him to shift his weight awkwardly as the exit glided to permiss him leave with a ding!. Brisk thunks of his boots took Atlas through the furnished foyer and down the right wing of the floor to room 305. The hum of an ice machine softened his nerves as fingers popped the key into the the knob and twisted. Click! Cautiously and silently unhooking the entry, he peeked inside the dimly sunlit expanse. Zero motion and zero noise emanated from within, so the rebel swung the door wider and flicked the light switch in a fluid motion. A clack of the bolt and a flick of the teardrop lock later, he searched the bathroom, closet and bed area before sighing through his nostrils contently. Immediately, Atlas set about the tasks to ensure his security: drawing the curtains together but leaving the balcony entrance unhitched, unplugging the corded dial-styled phone and looping his cell onto a charger for a battery boost, checking the faucets for running water and any electronics for power. The mini fridge buzzed gently with stale water bottles and rock-solid snacks, the lamps aided in the minimal light he required as he flicked the main fixtures off, yet the television did not function. Unsurprised, Atlas kicked his boots onto the aging carpet and flopped on the mattress nearer to the patio, the musty scents of bleach and satin staining his nose. Cradling on the sheets, he dug in his satchel for his newest book 1984, some ancient tale which had caught his attention. A palm flipped to the third dog-eared page, eyes tracing over sentences as he read in the solitude of blank stillness.





    oh fuck i'm drunk by guccihighwaters

    Muse A and B both have addiction issues and
    attend the same rehabilitation center. Where Muse B
    is the common alcoholic, Muse A is a nymphomaniac.
    When the two begin to chat after joint meetings and during
    activities, an agreement sparks. If Muse A sneaks Muse B alcohol,
    then Muse B will give him what he desires. After an evenrtful night
    together with booze and bodies, one of two goes a
    little overboard and betrays the other.
    With trust on the line, will their demons overpower
    their true natures?
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    May include dark themes such as non-con/dub-con and NSFW content
    Middle by DJ Snake

    This is a plot inspired by the comedy film, Kick Ass.

    Superheroes don't exist. Everyone knows this. But Muse A is determined to mark himself as the first 'super hero' in his city. With meager training and laughable attempts to aid civilians in need, his efforts award him fame on social media platforms. Muse B is an actual hero of sorts, having trained his entire life to slay evil...at least, the evil his dad seems necessary in killing. When confusion lands Muse A as the culprit behind these heroic acts, Muse B decides to confront this 'hero' the only way he knows how: through saving his ass during a risky fight.

    Will Muse A and Muse B team
    Together or will the two remain at odds with the news and one another?

    PM please if interested! I await your response...
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    vices and virtues When The Gods Fall, I'm Left Standing Member

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    Little bump to start my adventure here off right~
    Craving a supernatural plot (vampire, demon, what have you)
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    New plot: Addicts Anonymous~

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    Creeps back in after bein gone for 7 months...in desperate need of partners...
     
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