SemiSeeSemiSoo
Star
- Joined
- Feb 16, 2013
Hey everyone, I wanted to start a request thread hoping to find new partners for various ideas. In truth I've had sometime roleplaying and there were many ideas that only ever got in a couple of posts, so I've included various writing prompts for some of those ideas. It'll give you a good idea of my writing style, but don't be intimidated by the length. I usually go a little more "all in" on intro posts!
Typically my replies will contain anywhere from 300-1000+ words per post depending on my partner's pace. Will appreciate anyone that can match the effort I'll put into my replies, but I don't expect everyone to be a literary nerd like me and write mini-novels each post or anything like that.
Limited: Gore, Vore, Death, Violence, Blood, Scat, Bathroom Stuff
A tribe of vicious futanari orcs have been ransacking local villages along the countryside. They sell them into slavery to other orcs and monsters, but for some "lucky" women they're being adopted into the tribe!
After her friend's trip an alarm at a building they've broken into, a young delinquent on her 2nd strike is left 'hanging' and 'assaults' the police officer that responds to the alarm. How we play it out from here is something we can work out.
A delinquent city girl bites off more than she can chew after being sent to the country to live on her families farmstead. However, she quickly runs afoul of the corrupt local sherriff after being arrested on a failed burglary.
After a recent divorce from her cheating husband an older woman finds a new dating app for hooking up with futanari partners instead of men.
A nerdy fangirl is about to see the real side of the hero she's been obsessed with for years.
After her ex gets sent to prison for dealing drugs a young woman finally gets herself clean and betters her life. Graduating from college, working a full time job and living on her own and independant! However, her ex is finally out and she's pissed.
~Fandoms~
I'd love a roleplay using these characters. Either with canon pairings, interesting OC ideas or in some cases crossing fandoms over.
DC
Wonder Woman
Big Barda
Wonder Girl (Donna Troy, Cassie Sandsmark)
Batgirl (Barbara Gordon/Stephanie Brown)
Supergirl
Powergirl
Zatana
Black Canary
Huntress
Mary Marvel
Vixen
Giganta
Poison Ivy
Harley Quinn
Cheshire
Rose Wilson
Superwoman
Marvel
Captain Marvel (Carol Danvers)
Miss Marvel (Kamala Khan)
She-Hulk
America Chavez
Black Widow
Jean Grey
Emma Frost
Kitty Pryde
Magik
X-23
Scarlet Witch
Spider-Girl (Anya Corazon)
Jessica Jones
Enchantress
Titania
Warcraft
Anything involving the different races of Azeroth, but very interested in any roleplay ideas where these characters could be included in some way.
Jaina Proudmoore
Tyrande Whisperwind
Vennesa VanCleef
Typically my replies will contain anywhere from 300-1000+ words per post depending on my partner's pace. Will appreciate anyone that can match the effort I'll put into my replies, but I don't expect everyone to be a literary nerd like me and write mini-novels each post or anything like that.
Limited: Gore, Vore, Death, Violence, Blood, Scat, Bathroom Stuff
Pet play
Incest
Oral
Anal
Face-sitting
Ass/breastplay
Futas
Con
Dubcon
Noncon
Forced clothes-wearing
Humiliation
Spanking
Double penetration
Lots of cum
Cumplay
Raceplay
Lactation
Light bondage
Aphrodisiacs
Domination
Incest
Oral
Anal
Face-sitting
Ass/breastplay
Futas
Con
Dubcon
Noncon
Forced clothes-wearing
Humiliation
Spanking
Double penetration
Lots of cum
Cumplay
Raceplay
Lactation
Light bondage
Aphrodisiacs
Domination
Bethany squirmed as she was bounced on her orc daddy's lap, unable to sit comfortably on the semi-hard shaft the savage let hang freely between her thighs. Only hours before she'd watched her father die as the people, she'd once thought of us family and friends belittle his name and attempt to sell her out for their own freedom. Unfortunately for them the orcs were not merciful and although she could hardly take the sounds of the women, they'd enslaved... By now she felt they deserved it. Perhaps she'd have felt more merciful were the orc's laughter and boasting of their triumph's not constantly drowning out the human cries. Besides, she had... considerably bigger things to worry about... Her eyes looking down at the green she-meat... gulping hard.
The orcs who sat with her adopted 'daddy' had several cases of wine stacked for themselves. Some would pull the corks out with ease while others chose to just break the top off and chug the contents down, bragging their human whores would have a treat to clean off their powerful bodies. Her eyes kept darting towards the cases though. They'd been pulled from her family's inn where her father had run most of the town's affairs from. These orcs had taken everything from her, and they laughed like it was nothing... Her anger swelled, but what could she do? She'd been stripped of her clothing and was forced into a loincloth and a leather strap that only went across her nipples. Apparently, this was what the youngling orcs would where... And her daddy orc and friends laughed in amusement in how well it fit a fully grown human woman. Thankfully they spent little time focusing on her and instead kept returning to the prisoner's cells until one by one they'd mostly gone.
With only a few orcs nearby still drinking, flirting or dragging some poor human off she felt the firm hands of her daddy orc pull her in close with one arm as the other raised the wine bottle she'd previously been gulping down up to her lips. Bethany immediately recognized the scent having made most of these wine bottles... Years and years of labor all going to fuel on a drunk orcish orgy... Her lips pursed as she turned away from the bottle. Hearing the orc grunt in disapproval she cared little for being ended by the savage. They'd taken everything from her, what more could they really do other than end her? It was better than being some love-slave to her orc daddy. Though as she crossed her arms in defiance, she heard the orc give a cruel laugh as she stood and with one hand forced Bethany to bend over the stone table before them by holding her head down on it. Leaning in close the orc licked her face and swallowed down the contents of the bottle herself before reaching for another one, pulling the cork out by her teeth.
Orcs share. Even with bad younglings.
With that she licked around the rim of the bottle for some time, ensuring Bethany could see the perverse display before the bottle was lifted towards her backside and the tip grazed her exposed bottom. Almost immediately Bethany began to kick realizing was the brute had planned, but it was too late. The smooth glass was pushed roughly against her tight ass. The orc did not give into her frail body's weak resistance though as soon the wine bottle had been forced inside. Letting go of her head Bethany cried as the orc lifted her in the air by her ankle, while the other handheld the bottle firmly upside down, jamming it in deeper as the contents filled her. The sudden burning in her rear followed by the churning in her stomach.
You get Daddy's warspoils too.
The orc laughed as she shook the bottle anytime it stopped dripping until she could no longer see the liquid within. Bethany hung limp in the air, writhing as the wine coursed through her body and the alcohol destroyed any sensible though she had. However, the orc began to thrust the bottle in and out until Bethany screamed in agony until the bottle popped out of her rear with a sickening pop. Her upper body was laid against the table as her ankles were held high in the air, ensuring none of the wine went to waste. Then... She placed two more bottle on the table and opened one up. Bethany whimpered and shook her head as tears filled her eyes. This couldn't be happening! Her arms stretched out as if to try and push the orc away crying for her to stop until the second bottle was forced into her. Bethany sobbed in horror as she watched the wine in the bottle slowly disappear, feeling it burn as it flowed into her.
"P-Please Daddy... I'm sorry... No more wine! No more daddy!" Her vision was blurred and the room was spinning. She hated giving in and calling the orc what she wanted, but one more bottle horrified her far more than her disgust could take her. Finally the orc smirked and hoisted her up into the air with her arms underneath the girl's legs, keeping her spread and on display for all the orcs in the camp to see. As she was pranced around her daddy demanded she be a good youngling and show respect for the proud orc warriors who gave her such a nice treat. If she didn't... the bottle would be forced further into her rectum making her squeal uncontrollably until she obeyed.
It was hell... and it wasn't over.
"Daddy, pleash.. Pleash take it out... I'm shoo shorrry!" Bethany whined as the orc began carrying her away from the party.
The orcs who sat with her adopted 'daddy' had several cases of wine stacked for themselves. Some would pull the corks out with ease while others chose to just break the top off and chug the contents down, bragging their human whores would have a treat to clean off their powerful bodies. Her eyes kept darting towards the cases though. They'd been pulled from her family's inn where her father had run most of the town's affairs from. These orcs had taken everything from her, and they laughed like it was nothing... Her anger swelled, but what could she do? She'd been stripped of her clothing and was forced into a loincloth and a leather strap that only went across her nipples. Apparently, this was what the youngling orcs would where... And her daddy orc and friends laughed in amusement in how well it fit a fully grown human woman. Thankfully they spent little time focusing on her and instead kept returning to the prisoner's cells until one by one they'd mostly gone.
With only a few orcs nearby still drinking, flirting or dragging some poor human off she felt the firm hands of her daddy orc pull her in close with one arm as the other raised the wine bottle she'd previously been gulping down up to her lips. Bethany immediately recognized the scent having made most of these wine bottles... Years and years of labor all going to fuel on a drunk orcish orgy... Her lips pursed as she turned away from the bottle. Hearing the orc grunt in disapproval she cared little for being ended by the savage. They'd taken everything from her, what more could they really do other than end her? It was better than being some love-slave to her orc daddy. Though as she crossed her arms in defiance, she heard the orc give a cruel laugh as she stood and with one hand forced Bethany to bend over the stone table before them by holding her head down on it. Leaning in close the orc licked her face and swallowed down the contents of the bottle herself before reaching for another one, pulling the cork out by her teeth.
Orcs share. Even with bad younglings.
With that she licked around the rim of the bottle for some time, ensuring Bethany could see the perverse display before the bottle was lifted towards her backside and the tip grazed her exposed bottom. Almost immediately Bethany began to kick realizing was the brute had planned, but it was too late. The smooth glass was pushed roughly against her tight ass. The orc did not give into her frail body's weak resistance though as soon the wine bottle had been forced inside. Letting go of her head Bethany cried as the orc lifted her in the air by her ankle, while the other handheld the bottle firmly upside down, jamming it in deeper as the contents filled her. The sudden burning in her rear followed by the churning in her stomach.
You get Daddy's warspoils too.
The orc laughed as she shook the bottle anytime it stopped dripping until she could no longer see the liquid within. Bethany hung limp in the air, writhing as the wine coursed through her body and the alcohol destroyed any sensible though she had. However, the orc began to thrust the bottle in and out until Bethany screamed in agony until the bottle popped out of her rear with a sickening pop. Her upper body was laid against the table as her ankles were held high in the air, ensuring none of the wine went to waste. Then... She placed two more bottle on the table and opened one up. Bethany whimpered and shook her head as tears filled her eyes. This couldn't be happening! Her arms stretched out as if to try and push the orc away crying for her to stop until the second bottle was forced into her. Bethany sobbed in horror as she watched the wine in the bottle slowly disappear, feeling it burn as it flowed into her.
"P-Please Daddy... I'm sorry... No more wine! No more daddy!" Her vision was blurred and the room was spinning. She hated giving in and calling the orc what she wanted, but one more bottle horrified her far more than her disgust could take her. Finally the orc smirked and hoisted her up into the air with her arms underneath the girl's legs, keeping her spread and on display for all the orcs in the camp to see. As she was pranced around her daddy demanded she be a good youngling and show respect for the proud orc warriors who gave her such a nice treat. If she didn't... the bottle would be forced further into her rectum making her squeal uncontrollably until she obeyed.
It was hell... and it wasn't over.
"Daddy, pleash.. Pleash take it out... I'm shoo shorrry!" Bethany whined as the orc began carrying her away from the party.
A tribe of vicious futanari orcs have been ransacking local villages along the countryside. They sell them into slavery to other orcs and monsters, but for some "lucky" women they're being adopted into the tribe!
FUCK! How are the already here?
Only ten minutes prior Tracy had been hanging with her friends as they admired their latest masterpiece. The small group of friend's had tagged the inside of one of the warehouses by the docks after sneaking in with a key they'd lifted the prior day. Sure, tagging buildings was fun, but actually breaking into one and leaving your mark everywhere? For some reason the plan sounded brilliant to the failing college students. Until someone had tripped an alarm and everyone scrammed.
Tracy, who had been playing on the second floor, tried to jump down to the first and her black hoodie was now snagged onto an exposed pipe over the main entrance. Outside she could hear the car's sirens as it pulled up and she desperately wiggled to get herself freed from the latest predicament. She was already busted twice for tagging and did NOT want to have to call her parents to bail her out twice in one week.
Her curvaceous form was dancing in the light of the moon from the window behind her, leaving an eerie shadow over the graffiti'd containers. The more she shook, the more things fell from her person. Her wallet, her keys, several cans of spray paint... But she remained hooked tight. A fitting prize for the officer who could get her down.
DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!
Tracy wanted to scream as she heard the door open and a flashlight shone through the opening and lit up on her belongings below. A nervous sweat formed on her brow. How stupid could she be! Her wallet!? Even if she escaped how long before they were at her crappy apartment!? The sound of boots across gravel could be heard as the light came closer until all Tracy could see was the shadowy figure of the officer kneeling below to check the scene.
Taking a deep breath the girl realized there was only one path forward. She'd have to hide until the officer left and then... Flee outside the city and start a new life under an assumed na-
*THUD*
Her thoughts were interrupted as her phone came sliding from her hoodie's front pocked and landed only an inch from the officer's feet. Within seconds the light was now flashed onto Tracy who was trying to climb back onto the floor above now.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Was all that could be heard from her just before an audible rip came. For less than a second Tracy thought she was floating as her arms and head were freed from the constraints of the hoodie... along with her gray top. Tracy collided with the officer below and was dazed for a moment as she tried to stand up. She noticed the woman who she landed on and a look of pure terror filled her face.
Oh my god... I killed her!
Tracy panicked and tried grabbing her things as she stood in just her sneakers, sweat pants and plain sports bra. She'd only managed to grab her now broken phone and wallet when the body of the woman moved.
Oh thank god she's alive!
And awake...
OH NO SHE'S AWAKE!
Only ten minutes prior Tracy had been hanging with her friends as they admired their latest masterpiece. The small group of friend's had tagged the inside of one of the warehouses by the docks after sneaking in with a key they'd lifted the prior day. Sure, tagging buildings was fun, but actually breaking into one and leaving your mark everywhere? For some reason the plan sounded brilliant to the failing college students. Until someone had tripped an alarm and everyone scrammed.
Tracy, who had been playing on the second floor, tried to jump down to the first and her black hoodie was now snagged onto an exposed pipe over the main entrance. Outside she could hear the car's sirens as it pulled up and she desperately wiggled to get herself freed from the latest predicament. She was already busted twice for tagging and did NOT want to have to call her parents to bail her out twice in one week.
Her curvaceous form was dancing in the light of the moon from the window behind her, leaving an eerie shadow over the graffiti'd containers. The more she shook, the more things fell from her person. Her wallet, her keys, several cans of spray paint... But she remained hooked tight. A fitting prize for the officer who could get her down.
DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!
Tracy wanted to scream as she heard the door open and a flashlight shone through the opening and lit up on her belongings below. A nervous sweat formed on her brow. How stupid could she be! Her wallet!? Even if she escaped how long before they were at her crappy apartment!? The sound of boots across gravel could be heard as the light came closer until all Tracy could see was the shadowy figure of the officer kneeling below to check the scene.
Taking a deep breath the girl realized there was only one path forward. She'd have to hide until the officer left and then... Flee outside the city and start a new life under an assumed na-
*THUD*
Her thoughts were interrupted as her phone came sliding from her hoodie's front pocked and landed only an inch from the officer's feet. Within seconds the light was now flashed onto Tracy who was trying to climb back onto the floor above now.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Was all that could be heard from her just before an audible rip came. For less than a second Tracy thought she was floating as her arms and head were freed from the constraints of the hoodie... along with her gray top. Tracy collided with the officer below and was dazed for a moment as she tried to stand up. She noticed the woman who she landed on and a look of pure terror filled her face.
Oh my god... I killed her!
Tracy panicked and tried grabbing her things as she stood in just her sneakers, sweat pants and plain sports bra. She'd only managed to grab her now broken phone and wallet when the body of the woman moved.
Oh thank god she's alive!
And awake...
OH NO SHE'S AWAKE!
After her friend's trip an alarm at a building they've broken into, a young delinquent on her 2nd strike is left 'hanging' and 'assaults' the police officer that responds to the alarm. How we play it out from here is something we can work out.
It was a blistering 95 degrees out as Carmen panted and pushed herself to keep moving onward. Her families farm was over a mile away from their neighbor, the town sheriff, where she was reluctantly making her way towards. After the previous night and the humiliating circumstance she now found herself had her ready to break down into tears. She was ready to plead with her parents, beg them to take her back and let her go back to the comfort of city life. She would have already called in fact, were it not for her cellphone being confiscated after a failed BnE.
The tight white tube top she wore was clinging to her sweaty skin, becoming so drenched her dark nipples could now be seen poking against. An all too skimpy jean skirt which barely covered her thick bottom hid the torturous device she'd been manhandled and locked up in. Every few steps she'd tug it down to keep it from riding up her hips. Even if there was nobody on the dirt road... The thought of anyone catching sight of the metallic chastity belt made her heart sink even further.
Only hours ago she'd been confident that she could simply pick the lock herself, but once she tried to tamper with it an agonizing buzzing came to life, growing in strength until she could barely breath. Carmen knew what she had to do if she wanted to be freed from the agonizing toy. Begrudgingly she sported the attire which had been 'gifted' to her, along with her own stylish cowgirl boots and began making her way back to the scene of the crime as she'd been ordered to. Although, now that she was over an hour past the time she was instructed to arrive the device would spring to life every five minutes for a few seconds... a small reminder that she needed to hurry.
Sweat and her own juices ran down her thighs making her gasp and tremble. The heat from the cloudless sky above was bad enough, making every step a grueling task... but soon the device was clicking to life every 4 minutes... then every three... then every two... Carmen's pace quickened as she saw the home off in the distance and tried to jog towards it... But now the device was clicking on and off every 30 seconds, with even more force than before. Drool crept past her painted lips as tears welled in her eyes. Almost.. almost...
Grasping at the white picket fence she fell to her knees and her entire body vibrated as she took steady, deep breaths. She looked up now to find the Sheriff smirking from the doorstep, waving with a small device in her hand... and then the belt stopped. Looking from side to side she still saw nobody on the dirt road and quickly trotted past the dance and down the sheriff's drive way. Carmen practically collapsed at the woman's feet, gasping for air as she did so.
"F-fuck you!" She squeaked as she slowly pulled herself up to her feet. Sniffling, her defiant eyes looked up at the woman. "I'm here! Take this stupid thing off of me and give me back my phone!" The girl snarled as she wiped her puffy red eyes, her thighs still trembling with heated desire.
The tight white tube top she wore was clinging to her sweaty skin, becoming so drenched her dark nipples could now be seen poking against. An all too skimpy jean skirt which barely covered her thick bottom hid the torturous device she'd been manhandled and locked up in. Every few steps she'd tug it down to keep it from riding up her hips. Even if there was nobody on the dirt road... The thought of anyone catching sight of the metallic chastity belt made her heart sink even further.
Only hours ago she'd been confident that she could simply pick the lock herself, but once she tried to tamper with it an agonizing buzzing came to life, growing in strength until she could barely breath. Carmen knew what she had to do if she wanted to be freed from the agonizing toy. Begrudgingly she sported the attire which had been 'gifted' to her, along with her own stylish cowgirl boots and began making her way back to the scene of the crime as she'd been ordered to. Although, now that she was over an hour past the time she was instructed to arrive the device would spring to life every five minutes for a few seconds... a small reminder that she needed to hurry.
Sweat and her own juices ran down her thighs making her gasp and tremble. The heat from the cloudless sky above was bad enough, making every step a grueling task... but soon the device was clicking to life every 4 minutes... then every three... then every two... Carmen's pace quickened as she saw the home off in the distance and tried to jog towards it... But now the device was clicking on and off every 30 seconds, with even more force than before. Drool crept past her painted lips as tears welled in her eyes. Almost.. almost...
Grasping at the white picket fence she fell to her knees and her entire body vibrated as she took steady, deep breaths. She looked up now to find the Sheriff smirking from the doorstep, waving with a small device in her hand... and then the belt stopped. Looking from side to side she still saw nobody on the dirt road and quickly trotted past the dance and down the sheriff's drive way. Carmen practically collapsed at the woman's feet, gasping for air as she did so.
"F-fuck you!" She squeaked as she slowly pulled herself up to her feet. Sniffling, her defiant eyes looked up at the woman. "I'm here! Take this stupid thing off of me and give me back my phone!" The girl snarled as she wiped her puffy red eyes, her thighs still trembling with heated desire.
A delinquent city girl bites off more than she can chew after being sent to the country to live on her families farmstead. However, she quickly runs afoul of the corrupt local sherriff after being arrested on a failed burglary.
What was she doing? Katherine took a deep breath as her thumb hovered over the D-Date App on her phone. She'd been divorced for two years and had spent that time buried into her business as a wedding planner. It was almost ironic that she couldn't manage her own love life, but spent each day planning out the future for hopeful couples. She looked at the extravagant diamond ring on her finger before finally pulling it off and dropping it in her cup holder. In spite of her own marriage having failed she kept up the pretense of a happily married wife... It kept the future newly weds at ease to believe she was still happily married.
Taking another deep breath she opened the app and saw her profile. The photos she's used were from a few years prior, her face blurred out to hide her real identity. Did she still have it? Her age was listed at 30, but she was actually 36... Just another small white lie she was keeping from her date, along with her name listed as 'Kitty'. Would Mona be alright when she saw her? Katherine paused before looking at their messages again and then the younger woman's profile. She'd always dated men... and it was hard to find anyone on the app that has piqued her interest until Mona. It was just a hookup.. so why were her nerves getting to her?
Katherine puckered her lips in the mirror, spreading the ruby lipstick she'd just applied as she sat in her Lexus. In the seat next to her was a bottle of Jack Daniels, a little gift for her date. She'd arrived to the drive in half and hour early and had spent the time frantically checking and rechecking her makeup. She looked down at her outfit, a white blouse and tight jeans. she'd spent a few minutes squeezing her plump ass into. Maybe she should have put on something more appealing? Her fingers unbuttoned the top, letting even more of her cleavage and lacy, white bra show. This would just have to be enough..
Peering across the mostly empty lot she could only see a few other cars. They'd chosen a midnight double feature for a movie that had been out for sometime. Having others around, as few and far away as they were was making her anxious... but the light nearby was dim and would ensure as much privacy as possible.
Looking at the app once more she messaged Mona that she'd just arrived and gave the description of her car.
Taking another deep breath she opened the app and saw her profile. The photos she's used were from a few years prior, her face blurred out to hide her real identity. Did she still have it? Her age was listed at 30, but she was actually 36... Just another small white lie she was keeping from her date, along with her name listed as 'Kitty'. Would Mona be alright when she saw her? Katherine paused before looking at their messages again and then the younger woman's profile. She'd always dated men... and it was hard to find anyone on the app that has piqued her interest until Mona. It was just a hookup.. so why were her nerves getting to her?
Katherine puckered her lips in the mirror, spreading the ruby lipstick she'd just applied as she sat in her Lexus. In the seat next to her was a bottle of Jack Daniels, a little gift for her date. She'd arrived to the drive in half and hour early and had spent the time frantically checking and rechecking her makeup. She looked down at her outfit, a white blouse and tight jeans. she'd spent a few minutes squeezing her plump ass into. Maybe she should have put on something more appealing? Her fingers unbuttoned the top, letting even more of her cleavage and lacy, white bra show. This would just have to be enough..
Peering across the mostly empty lot she could only see a few other cars. They'd chosen a midnight double feature for a movie that had been out for sometime. Having others around, as few and far away as they were was making her anxious... but the light nearby was dim and would ensure as much privacy as possible.
Looking at the app once more she messaged Mona that she'd just arrived and gave the description of her car.
After a recent divorce from her cheating husband an older woman finds a new dating app for hooking up with futanari partners instead of men.
It was 8:30 and by now 'Tiny Tina' had been waiting for over an hour for the meeting of a life-time. Her messy red-hair had been tied as best she could do into a pony-tail as she continually brushed her bangs away from her freckled face, while adjusting her thin-rimmed glasses every other minute. Even though she had been sitting in the VIP lounge for such a time it was clear that nobody had noticed her pale-form, in spite of the rather dazzling black dress she wore; open back with a length that cut off just below the
knees. It wasn't her style, she was more of a sweatshirt and denim...closet case. However, the woman she was meeting tonight deserved to go out with Tina her most devoted fan and not Tina...the creepy girl who never talked to anyone in high school.
The Purple Heart - A feminist icon and true Hero to women everywhere. She was strong, beautiful and always so confident. Tina worshipped her, collected her autographs, video-taped super-brawls and figurines. Her most prized possession was a torn up uniform from years ago that she had won at last years ComiCon. So when the local radio station had announced this event; a chance to go to dinner with THE Purple Heart!? Tina was relentless in calling in. And when she won? Oh, she could have floated off to Heaven right there and then if it didn't mean missing this once in a life-time chance!
...But where was she? Tina looked over her shoulder and scanned around the lounge. A part of her worried, PH was a Super Hero and had so many commitments... Maybe this just wasn't that important to her? The date was supposed to begin at 8... No! Tina thought to herself, silencing her doubts. If The Purple Heart said she'd be here, then she will be here!
knees. It wasn't her style, she was more of a sweatshirt and denim...closet case. However, the woman she was meeting tonight deserved to go out with Tina her most devoted fan and not Tina...the creepy girl who never talked to anyone in high school.
The Purple Heart - A feminist icon and true Hero to women everywhere. She was strong, beautiful and always so confident. Tina worshipped her, collected her autographs, video-taped super-brawls and figurines. Her most prized possession was a torn up uniform from years ago that she had won at last years ComiCon. So when the local radio station had announced this event; a chance to go to dinner with THE Purple Heart!? Tina was relentless in calling in. And when she won? Oh, she could have floated off to Heaven right there and then if it didn't mean missing this once in a life-time chance!
...But where was she? Tina looked over her shoulder and scanned around the lounge. A part of her worried, PH was a Super Hero and had so many commitments... Maybe this just wasn't that important to her? The date was supposed to begin at 8... No! Tina thought to herself, silencing her doubts. If The Purple Heart said she'd be here, then she will be here!
A nerdy fangirl is about to see the real side of the hero she's been obsessed with for years.
"The fuck is this?"
The stranger exhaled as she opened the closet doors and saw the apparel within. As her eye. continued to scan each item of clothing she only became further annoyed with the young woman who was kneeling, unconscious, with her wrists strapped to the floorboard of the bed in just a few feet away. This wasn't at all what she'd expected to find. No fishnet. No straps. Nothing even remotely revealing. Oh Puddles, you sad... poor thing. The woman thought as she began ripping the clothing from the hangers and carelessly tossing them into a pile before her target of her spite.
Sabrina's boots thumped as she finished rummaging through the disappointing closet and continued to explore the cramped flat. It had only been five short years and her former sweetheart was practically a different person. Photos of Ashley's family, who she despised and had always told Ashley not to trust, were all over in sickeningly cute frames. And no posts of the bands they had spent hours fucking to could be found. It was all so take, so... wholesome. Taking a drag from the cigarette in her hand she put the butt out on a photo of her mother's face, muttering whore under her breath.
"Puddles went to college huh?" Sabrina practically chuckled. She remembered when the girl was so high she couldn't even count the five hundred dollars in her pockets and gave it all to her for a handful of pills. For a brief moment Sabrina allowed herself to grin, longing for those good old days when it was just herself and Puddles. And then she remembered what it was like being cuffed and tossed into a squad car, being disowned from her family as a dealer, getting tossed into prison... Maybe she could have gone to college!? Sabrina knew deep down that wasn't true, but that didn't stop her from ripping the framed diploma from the wall and smashing it into the floor.
"Hmm?" Sabrina looked to the woman who was bound to the bed as her head began to move. She'd planned to dress her up in the clothes she'd worn that night when the little whore had sold her out, maybe even get sentimental and choose something similar to the first rave... but instead she left Ashley in nothing other than her birthday suit. A mix of emotions filled the ex-con as she'd planned to kill the bitch, was even wearing a pair of leather gloves still.
It wasn't like she'd planned any of it out. Not really. She was still in her outfit from the night before, black jeans and a white tank top which showed off her prison ink. Ashley had walked into the very dive bar Sabrina was working at that night. At first she thought the little slut had wanted to make amends, beg for forgiveness, run back into the arms of the only person to ever love her... But no. Ashley had just stumbled in after a long day at the office and had ordered a drink... She didn't even remember her face! Sabrina was fuming... and anger led her to compulsion as she slipped a couple of roofies into her drink.
And now here they were.
Sabrina stood over her former partner, her one true love and all that anger from the night before... It was mixed with pity. Pity for a girl who was so clearly denying who she was. Anger for a girl that had screwed her over and never once tried to make contact. Crouching down before Ashley her gloved hands clutched the girl's face.. and Sabrina still couldn't decide what to do.
"Wakey, wakey... Come on Ashley." Her other hand began to snap her fingers directly in front of the girl's fluttering eye.
The stranger exhaled as she opened the closet doors and saw the apparel within. As her eye. continued to scan each item of clothing she only became further annoyed with the young woman who was kneeling, unconscious, with her wrists strapped to the floorboard of the bed in just a few feet away. This wasn't at all what she'd expected to find. No fishnet. No straps. Nothing even remotely revealing. Oh Puddles, you sad... poor thing. The woman thought as she began ripping the clothing from the hangers and carelessly tossing them into a pile before her target of her spite.
Sabrina's boots thumped as she finished rummaging through the disappointing closet and continued to explore the cramped flat. It had only been five short years and her former sweetheart was practically a different person. Photos of Ashley's family, who she despised and had always told Ashley not to trust, were all over in sickeningly cute frames. And no posts of the bands they had spent hours fucking to could be found. It was all so take, so... wholesome. Taking a drag from the cigarette in her hand she put the butt out on a photo of her mother's face, muttering whore under her breath.
"Puddles went to college huh?" Sabrina practically chuckled. She remembered when the girl was so high she couldn't even count the five hundred dollars in her pockets and gave it all to her for a handful of pills. For a brief moment Sabrina allowed herself to grin, longing for those good old days when it was just herself and Puddles. And then she remembered what it was like being cuffed and tossed into a squad car, being disowned from her family as a dealer, getting tossed into prison... Maybe she could have gone to college!? Sabrina knew deep down that wasn't true, but that didn't stop her from ripping the framed diploma from the wall and smashing it into the floor.
"Hmm?" Sabrina looked to the woman who was bound to the bed as her head began to move. She'd planned to dress her up in the clothes she'd worn that night when the little whore had sold her out, maybe even get sentimental and choose something similar to the first rave... but instead she left Ashley in nothing other than her birthday suit. A mix of emotions filled the ex-con as she'd planned to kill the bitch, was even wearing a pair of leather gloves still.
It wasn't like she'd planned any of it out. Not really. She was still in her outfit from the night before, black jeans and a white tank top which showed off her prison ink. Ashley had walked into the very dive bar Sabrina was working at that night. At first she thought the little slut had wanted to make amends, beg for forgiveness, run back into the arms of the only person to ever love her... But no. Ashley had just stumbled in after a long day at the office and had ordered a drink... She didn't even remember her face! Sabrina was fuming... and anger led her to compulsion as she slipped a couple of roofies into her drink.
And now here they were.
Sabrina stood over her former partner, her one true love and all that anger from the night before... It was mixed with pity. Pity for a girl who was so clearly denying who she was. Anger for a girl that had screwed her over and never once tried to make contact. Crouching down before Ashley her gloved hands clutched the girl's face.. and Sabrina still couldn't decide what to do.
"Wakey, wakey... Come on Ashley." Her other hand began to snap her fingers directly in front of the girl's fluttering eye.
After her ex gets sent to prison for dealing drugs a young woman finally gets herself clean and betters her life. Graduating from college, working a full time job and living on her own and independant! However, her ex is finally out and she's pissed.
~Fandoms~
I'd love a roleplay using these characters. Either with canon pairings, interesting OC ideas or in some cases crossing fandoms over.
DC
Wonder Woman
Big Barda
Wonder Girl (Donna Troy, Cassie Sandsmark)
Batgirl (Barbara Gordon/Stephanie Brown)
Supergirl
Powergirl
Zatana
Black Canary
Huntress
Mary Marvel
Vixen
Giganta
Poison Ivy
Harley Quinn
Cheshire
Rose Wilson
Superwoman
Marvel
Captain Marvel (Carol Danvers)
Miss Marvel (Kamala Khan)
She-Hulk
America Chavez
Black Widow
Jean Grey
Emma Frost
Kitty Pryde
Magik
X-23
Scarlet Witch
Spider-Girl (Anya Corazon)
Jessica Jones
Enchantress
Titania
Warcraft
Anything involving the different races of Azeroth, but very interested in any roleplay ideas where these characters could be included in some way.
Jaina Proudmoore
Tyrande Whisperwind
Vennesa VanCleef
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