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Post by Gengar on Aug 12, 2016 21:01:08 GMT -5
 maybe if i fall asleep,
i won't breathe right.
maybe if i leave tonight,
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Post by Gengar on Aug 12, 2016 21:01:21 GMT -5
Hi guys! This is my "plot shop" for lack of a better word. You can post here for more detail on a plot or for plot suggestions. If you see a plot you're interested in, please PM me and we can work it out!
plot oneSupernatural (TV) // any genders* // Muse A is a well-known hunter. They've got a particularly nasty demon chasing them, and it's not just because it wants an autograph. To fight this demon, they resort to the last thing they have: praying to an angel and hoping that the rumors are true. Muse B, said angel, is a busy little soldier, but they are intrigued by the unusual prayer and want an excuse to escape the chaos of Heaven, so they decide to answer it. However, muse A may find it hard to get muse B to cooperate with their earthly demands.
plot twoSci-fi // any genders* // Who knew aliens had interplanetary foreign exchange programs?! Muse A did. They are the child of the king and queen of another planet, and because they had to have their way, they are sent to explore Earth with a human disguise against much of the galaxy's better wishes. They are disguised as a human teenager, sent along with their bodyguard/nanny, who is also disguised as a human. However, they are not well-liked by some groups. When a rebel comes down to Earth trying to kill them, although they survive, muse B witnesses their fight (and optional transformation.) Muse B isn't the type to keep quiet out of the goodness of their heart, so muse A has a lot of explaining to do, and fast.
plot threeSupernatural // mxm // We all know the classic vampire & werewolf love story, but what if said enemies were actually friends before they became, well, unnatural? In this plot, they both get turned on the same night, and while one won't see any changes until the upcoming full moon (muse A, the werewolf), the other (muse B, vampire) is noticing some fast-paced developments that definitely do not make sense. They'll have to work out what's happening them together, one step at a time.
*please specify what gender & type of pairing you'd like in PM, if any |
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Post by Gengar on Aug 12, 2016 22:27:18 GMT -5
bump
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 12, 2016 22:28:34 GMT -5
(oo, i'm liking the the third one, I think that could be very fun :3)
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Post by Gengar on Aug 12, 2016 22:29:44 GMT -5
(oo, i'm liking the the third one, I think that could be very fun :3)
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 12, 2016 22:41:59 GMT -5
(agree 100% -IGN)
(but seriously, is this mcdonalds because im lovin it)
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Post by Gengar on Aug 12, 2016 22:45:48 GMT -5
it is mcdonalds. would you like fries with that plot?
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 12, 2016 22:47:40 GMT -5
i like you already xD
and yes, I'd like a side of fries. Could I get a milkshake too?
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Post by Gengar on Aug 12, 2016 22:48:40 GMT -5
i like you already xD and yes, I'd like a side of fries. Could I get a milkshake too? no sorry we're out of milk. but you can have an apple pie. |
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 12, 2016 22:52:24 GMT -5
hm, yeah, I'll take that.
and that's all for now. Could you perhaps do delivery?
666SATAN Broken Dreams Blvd, Hell 6666666
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Post by Gengar on Aug 12, 2016 22:58:06 GMT -5
hm, yeah, I'll take that. and that's all for now. Could you perhaps do delivery? 666SATAN Broken Dreams Blvd, Hell 6666666 Sure. That'll be $69 please. |
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 12, 2016 23:01:05 GMT -5
alright. I'll give it to you when you get here.
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Post by Gengar on Aug 12, 2016 23:03:12 GMT -5
alright. I'll give it to you when you get here. sure you wouldn't rather use a credit card? then we can worry about the total in the morning c; |
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 12, 2016 23:13:59 GMT -5
(¬ ͜ʖ¬)
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Post by Gengar on Aug 12, 2016 23:15:23 GMT -5
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 12, 2016 23:23:27 GMT -5
very
but in all seriousness, it sounds super cool, and I'd love to do it (:
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Post by Gengar on Aug 12, 2016 23:25:02 GMT -5
very but in all seriousness, it sounds super cool, and I'd love to do it (: mkay lezzz go which char you want? |
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 12, 2016 23:26:52 GMT -5
(could i possibly have the vamp?)
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Post by Gengar on Aug 12, 2016 23:27:40 GMT -5
(could i possibly have the vamp?) thats perf! (im doing the vamp w someone else) if you wanna pm me thats cool or we can roleplay on here |
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 12, 2016 23:34:50 GMT -5
(i'd preferably want to keep it on here, for some reason i don't like the pm system oops)
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Post by Gengar on Aug 12, 2016 23:37:15 GMT -5
tru. i hate that i can't edit anything.
ok, ill start soon after i finish some reading
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 13, 2016 17:26:52 GMT -5
(I'm so sorry I got distracted :< )
(Alright yay!)
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Post by Gengar on Aug 14, 2016 1:21:37 GMT -5
whoops sorry.
I did finish the book tho }}
He slammed his backpack down on the cold metal flooring under the leathery seat. After sitting, he immediantly went back to scratching at his skin again, the renewed vigor coming with his sudden concentration on the feeling crawling under every inch of his skin. He felt like someone was tickling him from the inside, or maybe running claws under his skin. He couldn't have told if the feeling was even painful at this point. His own nails on the outside of his skin were, though, but it distracted him, and in some sense, it calmed the feeling.
He looked out the window as he calmed, still scratching. He reached under his shirt, trying to scratch his neck, between his shoulder blades, his arms, then sides, but it didn't really depend on location. He knew the next stop would be his friend, and he was thinking gladly of the distraction. He didn't want to sit there itching the whole ride, and maybe if there was someone else there he would have more incentive to control himself and keep from making a spectacle as he was at the moment.
He briefly thought back to the previous night, the imaginary attack and how he had all his unfinished homework stuffed in his bag. "Imaginary attack." It'd happened. For real. An animal or something, just briefly. However, he didn't have any injuries to prove the pain he'd felt the night before. It was like it hadn't even happened in the first place, and now this.
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 14, 2016 2:55:00 GMT -5
As soon as he awoke, he felt searing pain coming from a wound on his shoulder, and a strange throb echoing in his mind. Matt hissed as he blindly placed a careful hand over what he assumed to be the pain spot on his neck, only to recoil as he felt a liquid dripping out of an open wound ripping open his neck, which was no doubt blood. He hissed at the pain, slumping down against the alley he was in, trying to remember what the hell happened last night. It had been a crazy night for Matt, he got invited to a house party and things got wild quickly. There was this one dude lurking around in the back, strangely pale, long black hair, icey hazel eyes, and vampire-like clothing. What was his name again, something like Gerald? Jared? Matt honestly didn't know. And he swore that guy did some weird things at the party. Weirder than could be considered okay, as in not raising any red flags, at a basic house party.
But later, was when things totally changed. Matt walked (stumbled) home, kind of drunk, from the party, only to hear quick, light as a feather, almost silent footsteps, that sounded faster than any human could possibly run, and he was shoved into the nearby alley by someone who looked the same as that weird dude. But in his drunken state, he couldn't remember much from that crazy night.
Matt brushed some of his firetruck red hair out of his dark brown eyes, standing up and stretching, wincing at the pain in his neck. He looked down to see if he was still wearing his clothes, because you never know. A hobo passing by could have stolen half of his shirt or pants. But no matter, he was still wearing his grey muscle tee, black ripped skinny jeans, and black combat boots from the night before, and he was pretty sure he still had his thick eyeliner on, as as he reached up to his eye, Matt could feel it under his fingers.
He sighed, dragging himself out of the alley with one careful hand over his wound, just in case he doesn't cause any more incidents with the homeless around here. Alleys weren't safe, that's for sure. Matt soon caught sight of another being, and as his eyes gradually came into focus and adjusted to the light of the day, he soon recognized the other as his very own friend.
"Hey!" Matt called out to the other, trying to get his attention as he dragged himself over there.
(Sorry it's not that great, kinda in the middle of something atm)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 14, 2016 4:30:02 GMT -5
(Can I claim Plot 1? ^^)
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Post by Gengar on Aug 14, 2016 12:17:33 GMT -5
♛ {{ ~Skyblaze~ of course! which character would you like, and do you want to roleplay here or in pm? }} When the next two stops rolled around, Alexander realized that his friend still hadn't showed up. By that point his wrist was raw, and he'd decided he wasn't going to school. The bus driver was fairly confused when he walked up towards the front. He simply shook his head, using his left (itchy) arm to point towards the door. When she did stop to let the kid outside on, he shoved his way out, past the door before she could do much about it. He took off, running away from the bus for a bit, then stopped, glancing back. She'd driven off. Good. He was pretty sure she didn't know his name, so she couldn't report him... He was just worried she'd stop picking him up. Whatever. He'd run to school. Alex finally took in his surroundings; he was downtown, not too far from home, not that he planned on going there and telling his parents he was skipping school. There were lots of clubs and bars here, and most were closed this early in the morning. He was just staring through a pub window when he heard someone shouting at him; the voice was familiar. "Matt? What the-" Hell is he doing here? He actually fixed his brown eyes in the direction of the voice, confirming that it was indeed Matt, and he looked awful. Well, he looked kinda sickly (the black eyeliner made it more apparent); Alex wondered what was wrong with his neck, too. "What are you doing here? Why are you wearing eyeliner?" he inquired, laughing a bit. Funny he'd see Matt here of all places when he'd thought Matt was staying home from school. |
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 14, 2016 12:51:18 GMT -5
(Oo that looks prettyy)
"You should know I sometimes wear eyeliner. Or guyliner, as some people call it." Matt was glad his friend noticed him, as his headache was getting worse, and a strange pickling sensation popped up on his light tan skin, creating a very very faint crackling noise that actually kind of hurt. But not too much. "Inspired by the one and only Pete Wentz, his eyeliner was on point back in 2007." Matt normally brought in band references and jokes that nobody but really him would get into conversation, as that was just him. Matt sighed and smiled slightly, continuing. "And I was at a house party, yes, I did get invited to a house party, down the street, and I honestly don't know why I'm here." Matt said, pursing his lips as his smile decreased into a frown.
"Are you skipping school?" Matt asked, cocking his head at his friend. "As the bus did drive off, I hope you know." Matt said, and he could still hear the faint rumble of the bus as it bumbled down the streets of the suburbs.
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Post by Gengar on Aug 14, 2016 13:02:29 GMT -5
♛
{{ lel thanks. i'd probably only do it when im on my computer but who knows }} Alexander grinned, retorting, "But I think I swore not to associate with you when you're wearing eyeliner," back playfully. He was kidding, of course, but he felt that alleys in the morning were strange places to where eyeliner. Ok, so he'd been at a party--he had other friends? With that type of eyeliner?--that sounded slightly sketchy. At least, the part about not knowing why he was here did. Alex scratched behind his ear, pushing at his fuzzy brown hair as he did so and making his hair even more messy (he hadn't really thought about trying to fix it in the morning. He combed it some, gave up, and decided to go to school as it was.) "Hell yeah! I'm skipping school. I guess you are now, too. Have your parents seen you since last night?" he questioned, a bit concerned. It wasn't like Matt to go to a party and wake up not knowing where he was; then again, was anyone like that? Eh, maybe drug addicts. He was trying not to sound too concerned all at once, but he felt the buzzing question tugging at his lips, and he had to ask it. "Uh... Is that your skin?" The little crackling noises were hard to miss. At least, he found them very loud and hard to miss. "That noise?" he added for clarity. No, maybe it was the pavement. No... What on Earth would be making that noise?! he thought with irritation; it was very annoying, to say the least. |
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 14, 2016 14:25:45 GMT -5
(Cool! Can I take the Angel?)
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Post by Gengar on Aug 14, 2016 15:03:54 GMT -5
(Cool! Can I take the Angel?) ♛
sure! i'll start in a sec |
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