- Joined
- Feb 7, 2009
Note: At this time I am only looking for a play partner for the twisted story idea for Barbara Gordon, listed below. The first two story ideas are taken. Regarding FF7r, I wouldn't mind a story playing opposite Aerith, but I do not have any ideas formulated at the moment.
As the title suggests, I have two different ends of the spectrum in mind across three different story ideas -- a light and a dark option for Final Fantasy VII, and a dark in the Batman setting.
I am a fairly wordy writer and hope to find a partner that can give me a good few paragraphs in return. Quality before quantity, of course, but I see no reason we cannot give each other both. I don't put any pressure on my partners to 'post with X frequency' or such silliness, I just ask that we keep a good, enjoyable pace. What I'm hoping for most out of a potential partner is to see her creativity. Please, if you message me, use that as an opportunity to show me your thoughts~ Not the dreaded one- or two-sentence pm we're all loathe to receive, but something that shows you're just as interested in creating one of the stories below together as I am.
What I have written below are just thoughts. Feel free to change things, continue things, come at something from a different direction, etc. Tell me where you'd like to see it go. Minds are the sexiest part of the ourselves. I'd love for you to win me over with yours.
I don't have a kink list as many do, as I have few 'offs,' with my biggest desire being fun, interesting things that fit the story we're telling. I like gags in a story where it makes sense to gag someone, but have no interest in forcing it into a scenario where it does not, for example. I'm an assficionado if I had to choose what kind of 'man' I am, but just as much an equal opportunity pervert, happy to savor whatever beauty is on display before me. Feel free to ask about as many kinks as you're interested in. I think what I have for each story idea is a fun foundation to build on, that would allow us to weave in and out between story and sex (preferably utilizing scenes that combine both) with as much regularity as we wish.
I'm also super approachable, and love to chat. Feel free to come at me with as many IC or OOC thoughts and playful banter as you would like!
Hey There, Soldier Boy -- Story Taken
FF7r -- Cloud Strife / Jessie Raspberry, potential for Aerith Gainsborough doubling
Avalanche has had several successful missions in a row, not the least of which blowing up a pair of reactors. Their last one went sideways hard at the end with Cloud getting separated from the group, meeting Aerith and getting involved with some Turks. Thankfully everything worked out, but it could just as easily not have. He gets back to Seventh Heaven to find that everyone is laying low; momentum aside, to do anything too bold right now would be foolish, it would be a hefty gamble. After a meeting, it's decided everyone is going to swap to information gathering for the foreseeable future instead. Barret is going to head to Sector Four and meet up with another cell to see what he can learn. Biggs is going to do the same for Sector Eight. Wedge is going to maintain his patrol. Tifa had the idea to head to Wall Market to see if she could find out any rumblings on what Shinra knows, what they don't know, what their plans are next. The group decides to have Jessie take that on instead. Tifa's to remain with the bar, with Marlene, and to help Wedge keep up appearances around town.
Before the meeting was even over Jessie had decided she wasn't gonna be flying this one solo. She couldn't offer Avalanche funds to Cloud -- in the back of her mind she could already hear Barrett, "What funds? Where do you think they're gonna magically appear from?!" -- but she had a few materia stashed away for a rainy day still, not to mention her feminine charms. Which were totally starting to work on him, she knew. They'd shared a motorcycle ride together. A smooch on the cheek. He'd been to her parent's house. Then there was the parachute ride with the romantic view of the slums (even if they had to ride separate, with a third and fourth wheel). And she had those pizza ingredients at the ready for when he inevitably changed his mind about coming to her apartment! Buying Cloud's help meant they'd get to spend time together again, alone time at that, and there really was no timetable for how long this one would last.
Sector Six's Wall Market was really its own entity. Sometimes they worked along with Shinra, but truly it was always 'going along to get along,' operating outside of Midgar's corporation as much as possible. That would make gathering information not too, too difficult, though they might have to wade through some of the seedier bits, might have to put on an act like they're a normal, everyday couple, happy to be in the carnival-like atmosphere. Surely that won't be an issue, riight? (Especially if she waits to spring that one on him!) After setting up their single-bed room at the inn, maybe they end up hanging around the fighting arena, mixing it up with some gambling and hopefully hearing something interesting in the process. Maybe with her performing background, Jessie auditions for a Honeybee spot, and has Cloud poke around from the customer side of things. Maybe she tells her hired merc she's gonna go shopping for a new outfit, and when she gets back he better be ready to take her on a d-a-t-e to...you know, keep up appearances.
This is something I'm really hoping for the right partner for, someone who would be excited to play Jessie in all her bold, bubbly glory with her favorite merc. Considering the nature of the scene, and considering Cloud's demeanor, I think you would naturally need to be comfortable having the reigns on this one.
Optional: As my other FF7r story would be for Tifa and Yuffie, I thought this might be an interesting place to include Aerith along with Jessie, if you would be interested to double. Aerith could have come back with Cloud to Seventh Heaven, could have learned all about Avalanche and been allowed to listen in on their meeting...and maybe she's not quite ready to stop being around Cloud yet. Especially with the flirty comments and heart-eyes that other brunette is making at him! Plus she's been around Sector Six before, some. She could...insist to be their guide! Tifa might even back the idea, not wanting their resident explosion artist to get all that sought-after alone time with her childhood friend. It would be a fun dynamic watching them compete, and seeing how Cloud reacts.
Breaking the Wild Filly -- Story Taken
FF7r -- Rufus Shinra / Tifa Lockhart, potential for Yuffie Kisaragi doubling
It happened in the middle of the night. Seventh Heaven, Avalanche HQ was tactically surrounded on all sides by Shinra's special forces. They closed in quietly until they no longer did; booted steps paused long enough to toss canisters of tear gas through windows and doorways, followed by a flood of SWAT-geared men charging into every room. Most of the terrorists were captured in a confused scuffle, the hard rubber butt of a rifle giving a concussion that wouldn't see them coming to until some time had passed, until their limbs were properly bound. A couple of the more 'hero' types tried fighting back; they were gunned down on the spot, full clips emptied in a shower of biting steel that, due to the gas, there was no hope to ever dodge.
The residents coming out of their shanty town homes in those dark early hours of the morning were told they were safe now, that the bad guys had been caught. Behind the line of soldiers they could be seen being carried out of the bar, its doors each now hanging on a single hinge, glass from the windows blown out everywhere. The din of the crowd would pop as one by one faces they knew would emerge from the Seventh Heaven bar, many in their underwear or light clothing, each hogtied, demeaningly carried as such until they disappeared into the back of one of several large square trucks. In a few hours the morning news would announce that the Sector 7 cell of the terrorist Avalanche organization had been rooted out and captured thanks to the tips of brave citizens like you, and that in a few days there would be a public hanging. More details to come.
When each of the captors later awoke they would find themselves in one of the underground floors of Shinra Tower. As the central levels were its varied offices, the upper levels its research labs, the lower levels were used as holding cells for any such nuisances. They would awake to find themselves in very different surroundings, in a very different situation. The cells themselves were made of thick glass, completely, down to even the doors. One could see the cell next to them, three cells down, across the hallway, even the guards down at either end of the hall. Biggs. Wedge. Jessie. Tifa. A few people they didn't recognize. No sign of Cloud, Barret, Marlene or Aerith. Everyone was in their own cell. And everyone had been stripped nude at some point, left in nothing.
There were long periods where nothing would happen. The guards would just stand there, or patrol. The glass cells were soundproof, so any attempt to bang or yell to get their attention was simply an exercise in futility. Occasionally a few guards would come around a corner, clamor together in front of one of the cells, picking which of the 'terrorists' they wanted to mess with. Sometimes it was Wedge. They'd go in several at a time and laugh as they beat the larger man down. Sometimes they'd go to Jessie's cell. The brunette would be beaten as well, but it always shifted into a rape. Every time. Sometimes it was kept within her cell. Sometimes they'd bring her to the hallway and press her against someone else's glass wall. There were no clocks, no windows, no daylight, no way to tell how much time was passing, but it felt like a few days. No food had been brought. Tifa's cell had yet to be approached.
The soldiers stayed away from her until they didn't; when their heavy steps finally stopped in front of Tifa's cell, finally opened her door, it was at the behest of one Rufus Shinra. She had been listed as 'off limits' to the soldiers till then. She still was, for now, but they were tasked with escorting the curvy pugilist to his swank upper floor office. There she would be given a choice. She could die with the rest. There was no neck a noose didn't fit. Or, she could accept that this was all a former life, and embrace a new one at his side as the lovely arm candy she's visually able to be. As his beautiful, personal piece of ass. Decadent food. Satin and lace. Elegant perfumes and skilled violinists playing for your entertainment. Could she even consider it? Even the offer was offensive, disgusting. Yet...she hasn't eaten in days, and the realization had set in hard. They'd lost. They'd lost, it was over.
Optional: As my other FF7r story would be for Jessie and Aerith, I thought this might be an interesting place to include Yuffie along with Tifa, if you would be interested to double. Whereas Tifa would be offered a way out due to her beauty, Yuffie could be one of the other unnamed people in the other cells, her status as Wutai's princess being politically enough to earn a spot on Rufus's other arm. Plus think of the fun difference between the two. There would be plenty of opportunity for humiliation there.
Harley Quinn is dead. Batman killed her. At least, that's what Joker believes. It was a night of criminal hijinks like any other in the twisted city. It was storming. The Bat was fighting Harley and about eight of their goons on a high rooftop; when she was knocked over the side in the melee he was physically unable to get past the other men in time to stop her from plummeting thirty-four stories to her death. This is Gotham's hero? Couldn't even save one miserably misunderstood soul! The dark clown blamed him entirely, without a second thought. If he hadn't gotten in the way, Harls would have been just fine.
That being said, what was the point of being an anarchist if you didn't dabble in a little revenge?
Harleen Quinzel was a person, but Harley Quinn, in his eyes, was a mantle. Just as Robin was a mantle, whether it was on a Tim or a Dick or whoever else under the mask. There was no reason Harley Quinn had to stay dead. It was just a matter of fucking another girl up in the head, of getting her in the makeup, of showing her what freedom really felt like.
Little Babsy Gordon would make for such a good target, wouldn't she? Joker knew her nightlife, he knew she was the redhead in the cowl. He knew it would be a blow to the Bat if he took her from him. And if she didn't turn? If she resisted until she eventually died from her 'enlightenment training'? Ah well. Not every punchline lands.
So Barbara would be kidnapped, that was the plan. She'd be taken to one of the hideouts that wasn't known about, to a warehouse with no windows, no way to tell if it was day or night or how much time had passed. And she would be beaten mercilessly. He would give his men carte blanche. Slapping. Choking. Bruise this. Break that. Use her as an ash tray. Bring on the hyenas. Does she really need all those teeth? All of them? Rape, of course. Thorough rape. The good lord saw fit to give Babsy three holes, did he not? (Four and five actually, if you're the skullfucking type.) And inbetween rounds of horrendous abuse, she'll be doused with heavy doses of 'Joker Gas,' a type of laughing gas that is still pending FDA approval. (These things take time!) Side effects may include madness.
Wouldn't a redhead look so good as the next clown princess?
This would be a very rough, abusive story. I'd like to give plenty of time to her 'transition,' to the repeat beatings, the humiliating rape and the psychological change. I'm looking for the right person that's excited to take the masochistic, dark ride.
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As the title suggests, I have two different ends of the spectrum in mind across three different story ideas -- a light and a dark option for Final Fantasy VII, and a dark in the Batman setting.
I am a fairly wordy writer and hope to find a partner that can give me a good few paragraphs in return. Quality before quantity, of course, but I see no reason we cannot give each other both. I don't put any pressure on my partners to 'post with X frequency' or such silliness, I just ask that we keep a good, enjoyable pace. What I'm hoping for most out of a potential partner is to see her creativity. Please, if you message me, use that as an opportunity to show me your thoughts~ Not the dreaded one- or two-sentence pm we're all loathe to receive, but something that shows you're just as interested in creating one of the stories below together as I am.
What I have written below are just thoughts. Feel free to change things, continue things, come at something from a different direction, etc. Tell me where you'd like to see it go. Minds are the sexiest part of the ourselves. I'd love for you to win me over with yours.
I don't have a kink list as many do, as I have few 'offs,' with my biggest desire being fun, interesting things that fit the story we're telling. I like gags in a story where it makes sense to gag someone, but have no interest in forcing it into a scenario where it does not, for example. I'm an assficionado if I had to choose what kind of 'man' I am, but just as much an equal opportunity pervert, happy to savor whatever beauty is on display before me. Feel free to ask about as many kinks as you're interested in. I think what I have for each story idea is a fun foundation to build on, that would allow us to weave in and out between story and sex (preferably utilizing scenes that combine both) with as much regularity as we wish.
I'm also super approachable, and love to chat. Feel free to come at me with as many IC or OOC thoughts and playful banter as you would like!
Before the meeting was even over Jessie had decided she wasn't gonna be flying this one solo. She couldn't offer Avalanche funds to Cloud -- in the back of her mind she could already hear Barrett, "What funds? Where do you think they're gonna magically appear from?!" -- but she had a few materia stashed away for a rainy day still, not to mention her feminine charms. Which were totally starting to work on him, she knew. They'd shared a motorcycle ride together. A smooch on the cheek. He'd been to her parent's house. Then there was the parachute ride with the romantic view of the slums (even if they had to ride separate, with a third and fourth wheel). And she had those pizza ingredients at the ready for when he inevitably changed his mind about coming to her apartment! Buying Cloud's help meant they'd get to spend time together again, alone time at that, and there really was no timetable for how long this one would last.
Sector Six's Wall Market was really its own entity. Sometimes they worked along with Shinra, but truly it was always 'going along to get along,' operating outside of Midgar's corporation as much as possible. That would make gathering information not too, too difficult, though they might have to wade through some of the seedier bits, might have to put on an act like they're a normal, everyday couple, happy to be in the carnival-like atmosphere. Surely that won't be an issue, riight? (Especially if she waits to spring that one on him!) After setting up their single-bed room at the inn, maybe they end up hanging around the fighting arena, mixing it up with some gambling and hopefully hearing something interesting in the process. Maybe with her performing background, Jessie auditions for a Honeybee spot, and has Cloud poke around from the customer side of things. Maybe she tells her hired merc she's gonna go shopping for a new outfit, and when she gets back he better be ready to take her on a d-a-t-e to...you know, keep up appearances.
This is something I'm really hoping for the right partner for, someone who would be excited to play Jessie in all her bold, bubbly glory with her favorite merc. Considering the nature of the scene, and considering Cloud's demeanor, I think you would naturally need to be comfortable having the reigns on this one.
Optional: As my other FF7r story would be for Tifa and Yuffie, I thought this might be an interesting place to include Aerith along with Jessie, if you would be interested to double. Aerith could have come back with Cloud to Seventh Heaven, could have learned all about Avalanche and been allowed to listen in on their meeting...and maybe she's not quite ready to stop being around Cloud yet. Especially with the flirty comments and heart-eyes that other brunette is making at him! Plus she's been around Sector Six before, some. She could...insist to be their guide! Tifa might even back the idea, not wanting their resident explosion artist to get all that sought-after alone time with her childhood friend. It would be a fun dynamic watching them compete, and seeing how Cloud reacts.
The residents coming out of their shanty town homes in those dark early hours of the morning were told they were safe now, that the bad guys had been caught. Behind the line of soldiers they could be seen being carried out of the bar, its doors each now hanging on a single hinge, glass from the windows blown out everywhere. The din of the crowd would pop as one by one faces they knew would emerge from the Seventh Heaven bar, many in their underwear or light clothing, each hogtied, demeaningly carried as such until they disappeared into the back of one of several large square trucks. In a few hours the morning news would announce that the Sector 7 cell of the terrorist Avalanche organization had been rooted out and captured thanks to the tips of brave citizens like you, and that in a few days there would be a public hanging. More details to come.
When each of the captors later awoke they would find themselves in one of the underground floors of Shinra Tower. As the central levels were its varied offices, the upper levels its research labs, the lower levels were used as holding cells for any such nuisances. They would awake to find themselves in very different surroundings, in a very different situation. The cells themselves were made of thick glass, completely, down to even the doors. One could see the cell next to them, three cells down, across the hallway, even the guards down at either end of the hall. Biggs. Wedge. Jessie. Tifa. A few people they didn't recognize. No sign of Cloud, Barret, Marlene or Aerith. Everyone was in their own cell. And everyone had been stripped nude at some point, left in nothing.
There were long periods where nothing would happen. The guards would just stand there, or patrol. The glass cells were soundproof, so any attempt to bang or yell to get their attention was simply an exercise in futility. Occasionally a few guards would come around a corner, clamor together in front of one of the cells, picking which of the 'terrorists' they wanted to mess with. Sometimes it was Wedge. They'd go in several at a time and laugh as they beat the larger man down. Sometimes they'd go to Jessie's cell. The brunette would be beaten as well, but it always shifted into a rape. Every time. Sometimes it was kept within her cell. Sometimes they'd bring her to the hallway and press her against someone else's glass wall. There were no clocks, no windows, no daylight, no way to tell how much time was passing, but it felt like a few days. No food had been brought. Tifa's cell had yet to be approached.
The soldiers stayed away from her until they didn't; when their heavy steps finally stopped in front of Tifa's cell, finally opened her door, it was at the behest of one Rufus Shinra. She had been listed as 'off limits' to the soldiers till then. She still was, for now, but they were tasked with escorting the curvy pugilist to his swank upper floor office. There she would be given a choice. She could die with the rest. There was no neck a noose didn't fit. Or, she could accept that this was all a former life, and embrace a new one at his side as the lovely arm candy she's visually able to be. As his beautiful, personal piece of ass. Decadent food. Satin and lace. Elegant perfumes and skilled violinists playing for your entertainment. Could she even consider it? Even the offer was offensive, disgusting. Yet...she hasn't eaten in days, and the realization had set in hard. They'd lost. They'd lost, it was over.
Harley Quinn is dead. Batman killed her. At least, that's what Joker believes. It was a night of criminal hijinks like any other in the twisted city. It was storming. The Bat was fighting Harley and about eight of their goons on a high rooftop; when she was knocked over the side in the melee he was physically unable to get past the other men in time to stop her from plummeting thirty-four stories to her death. This is Gotham's hero? Couldn't even save one miserably misunderstood soul! The dark clown blamed him entirely, without a second thought. If he hadn't gotten in the way, Harls would have been just fine.
That being said, what was the point of being an anarchist if you didn't dabble in a little revenge?
Harleen Quinzel was a person, but Harley Quinn, in his eyes, was a mantle. Just as Robin was a mantle, whether it was on a Tim or a Dick or whoever else under the mask. There was no reason Harley Quinn had to stay dead. It was just a matter of fucking another girl up in the head, of getting her in the makeup, of showing her what freedom really felt like.
Little Babsy Gordon would make for such a good target, wouldn't she? Joker knew her nightlife, he knew she was the redhead in the cowl. He knew it would be a blow to the Bat if he took her from him. And if she didn't turn? If she resisted until she eventually died from her 'enlightenment training'? Ah well. Not every punchline lands.
So Barbara would be kidnapped, that was the plan. She'd be taken to one of the hideouts that wasn't known about, to a warehouse with no windows, no way to tell if it was day or night or how much time had passed. And she would be beaten mercilessly. He would give his men carte blanche. Slapping. Choking. Bruise this. Break that. Use her as an ash tray. Bring on the hyenas. Does she really need all those teeth? All of them? Rape, of course. Thorough rape. The good lord saw fit to give Babsy three holes, did he not? (Four and five actually, if you're the skullfucking type.) And inbetween rounds of horrendous abuse, she'll be doused with heavy doses of 'Joker Gas,' a type of laughing gas that is still pending FDA approval. (These things take time!) Side effects may include madness.
Wouldn't a redhead look so good as the next clown princess?
This would be a very rough, abusive story. I'd like to give plenty of time to her 'transition,' to the repeat beatings, the humiliating rape and the psychological change. I'm looking for the right person that's excited to take the masochistic, dark ride.
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