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Professional Rawdogger
- Joined
- Apr 3, 2020
Status :: Open || RP Locations :: PMs || Style :: 3rd Person
·.¸¸.· W E L C O M E ·.¸¸.·
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~Yo yo yo, you dirty fuckin' hoe. Is that a wildly inappropriate way to welcome the delightful denizens of this site to my thread? Yes, absolutely. Do I care? No, not really. Relax, I'm kidding. I hope it's needless to say that it's nothing more than flippant malarkey, but for the stringent few of you that never developed a sense of humour as hilarious as mine, I'm about to introduce you to this thing called "sarcasm" and make you way more exciting in the process. You're welcome, bud. Jokes aside, please don't take any of this too seriously - I'm just goofing around. Welcome to mi casa, and if you're planning on sticking around despite my ungraciously nonchalant lil' bienvenue, then I do hope you enjoy your stay. Alternatively, if you're already screaming and running for the exit, then I'd like to take this opportunity to apologise to absolutely nobody for my offhand introduction and brusque tone.
·.¸¸.· A B O U T--M E ·.¸¸.·
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~A trés cool garçon.
What you can expect from me:
Good spelling, punctuation and grammar.
I'm no literary virtuoso, but I'm reasonably literate, thorough and descriptive. I won't perform a terrifying tirade of your every mistake, I'm pretty chill, just try your best and have fun.
Patience.
Reply in your own time. Whenever, and if ever, you feel like it. It's as simple as that.
Communication.
I don't really need your biography. I do like to discuss the plot and brainstorm though. We don't need to plan everything like a heist, I'm happy leave room for spontaneity, but we need to be on the same page. Also, criticism of my IC and OOC writing is quite welcome. If you take issue with my style of IC writing, or how I'm playing the character, just tell me. I'll try fix it. Alternatively, if you're peeved and repulsed by my personality and just wanna tell me what an utterly disreputable human being I am, I'm acutely sentient of that already, but I'll never get tired of hearing it again, so hit me. It kinda turns me on a little, actually. Setting my sarcasm aside for second, and fashioning just a modicum of seriousness - I don't actually mean to upset or vex anyone. Just tell me if ever say/do anything you don't like, I'llpretend to apologise, and stop doing it. Simple.
Story>Smut.
Even porn has a plot. I like writing filthy fuck-fests as much as the next person, but random, arbitrary sex scenes that don't make any sense are boring. Needlessly cramming in kinks is annoying too. Don't be that person, please. I like suspense, I like turbulence, I like tension, I like adversity. I don't always like perfection, I want conflict. Agreeableness is boring, all the kool kidz are contentiousness.
Versatility
I'm quite flexible as to what kind of characters I write. I'm versatile, flexible, adaptable. Typically, I like to write all the different alleles of dominance though. Whether it's nasty or nice, noble or nefarious, seraphic or sadistic, it doesn't really matter. I write third person, past tense.
Organisation.
I have formatophilia. It's where you get an erection over formatting and organisation. I'm kidding, chill tf out. But if you provide a semblance of structure, I'll appreciate it.
What I want from you:
Your bank details.
Nudes.
To harvest your organs and sell them on the black market.
Ideas. Contribution. Collaboration.
We don't need to be BFF's, but we need to be on the same page at least. Creativity is scarce, as is originality, I get that. If ingenuity was common, it wouldn't really be all that ingenious - would it? As long as you give me something to work with, we'll be sweet. I'd rather be drowned in detail than to be starved of it. The most important thing is to have fun, relax and enjoy yourself. Presumably it's why you're here?
Effort.
You don't have to match me word for word, stride for stride, but it's quite apparent when one person is bearing a greater load. Effort is almost tangible through one's choice of lexicon, the tone of their writing, their choice of punctuation etc. It's pretty easy to tell when someone's eager, enthused, inspired - and when they're not. I'm not asking you to invent perpetual energy, but I think it's reasonable to ask that I don't do all the work?
Patience.
I'm can, and probably will, be busy. Response times may and will vary. I reserve the right to reply in my own time.
Good spelling, punctuation and grammar.
I'm no literary virtuoso, but I'm reasonably literate, thorough and descriptive. I won't perform a terrifying tirade of your every mistake, I'm pretty chill, just try your best and have fun.
Patience.
Reply in your own time. Whenever, and if ever, you feel like it. It's as simple as that.
Communication.
I don't really need your biography. I do like to discuss the plot and brainstorm though. We don't need to plan everything like a heist, I'm happy leave room for spontaneity, but we need to be on the same page. Also, criticism of my IC and OOC writing is quite welcome. If you take issue with my style of IC writing, or how I'm playing the character, just tell me. I'll try fix it. Alternatively, if you're peeved and repulsed by my personality and just wanna tell me what an utterly disreputable human being I am, I'm acutely sentient of that already, but I'll never get tired of hearing it again, so hit me. It kinda turns me on a little, actually. Setting my sarcasm aside for second, and fashioning just a modicum of seriousness - I don't actually mean to upset or vex anyone. Just tell me if ever say/do anything you don't like, I'll
Story>Smut.
Even porn has a plot. I like writing filthy fuck-fests as much as the next person, but random, arbitrary sex scenes that don't make any sense are boring. Needlessly cramming in kinks is annoying too. Don't be that person, please. I like suspense, I like turbulence, I like tension, I like adversity. I don't always like perfection, I want conflict. Agreeableness is boring, all the kool kidz are contentiousness.
Versatility
I'm quite flexible as to what kind of characters I write. I'm versatile, flexible, adaptable. Typically, I like to write all the different alleles of dominance though. Whether it's nasty or nice, noble or nefarious, seraphic or sadistic, it doesn't really matter. I write third person, past tense.
Organisation.
I have formatophilia. It's where you get an erection over formatting and organisation. I'm kidding, chill tf out. But if you provide a semblance of structure, I'll appreciate it.
What I want from you:
Nudes.
To harvest your organs and sell them on the black market.
Ideas. Contribution. Collaboration.
We don't need to be BFF's, but we need to be on the same page at least. Creativity is scarce, as is originality, I get that. If ingenuity was common, it wouldn't really be all that ingenious - would it? As long as you give me something to work with, we'll be sweet. I'd rather be drowned in detail than to be starved of it. The most important thing is to have fun, relax and enjoy yourself. Presumably it's why you're here?
Effort.
You don't have to match me word for word, stride for stride, but it's quite apparent when one person is bearing a greater load. Effort is almost tangible through one's choice of lexicon, the tone of their writing, their choice of punctuation etc. It's pretty easy to tell when someone's eager, enthused, inspired - and when they're not. I'm not asking you to invent perpetual energy, but I think it's reasonable to ask that I don't do all the work?
Patience.
I'm can, and probably will, be busy. Response times may and will vary. I reserve the right to reply in my own time.
·.¸¸.· P A I R I N G S ·.¸¸.·
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~Convicted Felon x Nurse
Co-workers
Boss x PA/Secretary
Bank Robber(s) x Hostage
Military Soldier x Hostage
Gang Member x Girl Next-door
Boxer x Doctor
Flirty Photographer x Aspiring Model
Celebrities (OC)
Notorious Gangster x FBI Agent
King x Rival Queen/Princess
Gladiator x Queen/Princess
Demon x Angel
Orc x Elf
Stalker x Waitress
Serial Killer/Thief x Detective
Psychologist x Patient
Blacksmith x Princess
Pirate x Captive
I realise this segment is kinda lacking, but I'm gonna divide this into genres and add new ideas too. Watch out.
Co-workers
Boss x PA/Secretary
Bank Robber(s) x Hostage
Military Soldier x Hostage
Gang Member x Girl Next-door
Boxer x Doctor
Flirty Photographer x Aspiring Model
Celebrities (OC)
Notorious Gangster x FBI Agent
King x Rival Queen/Princess
Gladiator x Queen/Princess
Demon x Angel
Orc x Elf
Stalker x Waitress
Serial Killer/Thief x Detective
Psychologist x Patient
Blacksmith x Princess
Pirate x Captive
I realise this segment is kinda lacking, but I'm gonna divide this into genres and add new ideas too. Watch out.
·.¸¸.· T H E M E S ·.¸¸.·
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~Character development/arcs
Plot twists
Drama
Danger
Conflict
Suspense
Horror
Forbidden relationships
Toxic relationships
Tension
Love triangles
High School/College "Archetypes" (far too many to list out)
Modern/Contemporary
Fantasy
Medieval
Corruption
Polar Opposites
Rebellion
Villains
Antiheroes
Troubled, but talented geniuses
Cunning characters
Brats
Jealousy
Impulse
Foreplay
Humour
Charisma
Confidence
Romance
Visuals/graphics
Music
Plot twists
Drama
Danger
Conflict
Suspense
Horror
Forbidden relationships
Toxic relationships
Tension
Love triangles
High School/College "Archetypes" (far too many to list out)
Modern/Contemporary
Fantasy
Medieval
Corruption
Polar Opposites
Rebellion
Villains
Antiheroes
Troubled, but talented geniuses
Cunning characters
Brats
Jealousy
Impulse
Foreplay
Humour
Charisma
Confidence
Romance
Visuals/graphics
Music
·.¸¸.· V I B E Z ·.¸¸.·
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~- gang shit
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- fantasy
·.¸¸.· P L O T S ·.¸¸.·
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~Plot 1: Runt of the Litter
All her life she'd been told she was unremarkable, average, powerless in a world full of abnormal beasts, immortal Gods, and supernatural beings. Could you imagine that? Being the only ordinary, talentless person in a world full of celestial stars and marvellous magic. Suffice to say she suffered with 'ugly duckling syndrome', not least when all her siblings were heroic, divine entities of the high council and that they along with her parents (The King and Queen) turned their high and haughty noses up at her in contempt. Little did she know that their contempt wasn't driven by disappointment or disdain, but fear instead, fear of her true capabilities and power. If only she stopped taking those little red pills they fed her daily to keep her dull and docile.
A young princess is used as a political pawn and a spurious peace-making gift, when she's arranged to marry the king (or prince) of a rival kingdom. However, her father (the king) has sent her to the grand gates of their adversary with the intended mission to infiltrate their council, to scout information, and to act as an informant and inside-operator such that her maiden kingdom can invade, dethrone and conquer her new party. Whose side will she choose? What happens when she realises her father isn't the altruistic hero he paints himself out to be? And what may come if her artificial romance blossoms into a truly romantic affair with the supposed enemy?
A genius mastermind assembles an unstable group of highly specialised crooks to infiltrate one of the most heavily guarded banks/museums in the world, but even the most bulletproof of plans and the most meticulous machinations are shackled by volatile variables, capricious coincidences and erratic human errors. How will the band of bandits fare when pitted against the law, the hostages and their own clashing egos and negligent lapses in concentration through their grand heist.
Coming soon...
Coming soon...
Used as a vessel of 'justice', a fiery female detective and partisan of the law is sent to pose and posture as a stripper to infiltrate a notorious crime syndicate. It's only through stripping off her police kit and wearing the scanty costume of a burlesque performer that she's able to provide credence to her fraudulent facade, and thus she slowly begins to earn the trust of the gang and draw closer to her primary objective of delivering their leader behind the iron bars of the law.
A broke, down-on-his-luck boxer is evicted from his apartment after failing to pay his rent for a number of consecutive months. However, all is not lost for the fearsome fighter, and soon after being kicked out of his apartment, he stumbles across a much needed miracle in the form of the cute girl next door; a girl he just so happens to have a huge crush on. In the months prior to his eviction, he'd struck up a loose and passing friendship with her, and as such, she offers to let him crash on her couch until he can get his life back on track. In the ensuing weeks, he takes full advantage of the opportunity, slowly restoring order to his life and much needed girth to his previously malnourished wallet, all while the tension between him and his new flatmate simmers into titillating temptation. Oh, but there's one small catch; her boyfriend just so happens to be the head of one of the most feared crime syndicates in the city. Does the plucky pugilist dare to try his luck with the prohibited princess? He needs to choose his shots wisely, inside and outside the ring.
Following the brutal gang rape and murder of his only daughter a miserable, misanthropic father grows increasingly isolated not only from society, but from his conscience too. After suffering such a heinous and wicked tragedy, he rots away in a fortress of his own solitude and misery, befriending only cigarette butts and empty bottles of liquor. With each passing day his sense of morality grows askew after having been rendered meaningless and empty. What difference did any of it make? Tenets and rules of righteousness he's obeyed his entire life, now coloured inconsequential, null and void. None of it mattered in the end, none of it saved his baby girl, and nothing but nihilism is left. He lets his most fierce thoughts fester under the influence of his newest friends, Jack Daniels and Captain Morgan, until he arrives at only one conclusion; that the destiny of a jail cell is a fate too kind for the men responsible for robbing him of not only his dear daughter, but of his humanity too. Revenge is a dish best served with a big, fuck-off machete to the throat. One by one, he tracks them down and erases each of them of their existence, and in brutal fashion at that. It's when he's confronted with his last remaining victim, that by way of the Gods, he's presented with an oh so cruel and bitterly ironic opportunity that he just can't refuse. After breaking in to the home of the final perpetrator, he finds the man in his kitchen, conversing with a daughter of his own. An eye for an eye, a daughter for a daughter.
Using jealousy as his muse, a crafty Blacksmith seeks to drive his spiteful spanner between the rapturous romance of a doting Princess and a glorious Gladiator. The High King plans to offer the gallant gladiator the greatest prize and trophy one could hope to be offered; his daughter's hand in marriage. The prestigious paladin is a pool of scorching hot envy for the bitter Blacksmith to bask in, and soon the metal-manipulating maverick forges an ironclad plan to usurp the gladiator for all his worth and purge him into a smouldering furnace of pain.
Using jealousy as his muse, a crafty Blacksmith seeks to drive his spiteful spanner between the rapturous romance of a doting Princess and a glorious Gladiator. The High King plans to offer the gallant gladiator the greatest prize and trophy one could hope to be offered; his daughter's hand in marriage. The prestigious paladin is a pool of scorching hot envy for the bitter Blacksmith to bask in, and soon the metal-manipulating maverick forges an ironclad plan to usurp the gladiator for all his worth and purge him into a smouldering furnace of pain.
Tempers flare when a rising sport star and a global pop star are cast as the lead ambassadors in a TV commercial for a luxury fragrance. The two searing superstars cross paths, and butt heads, yet due to the irrefutable success of the marketing project, and how much the fans shipped their collaboration and on-screen chemistry, their managements teams make a coordinated effort to coerce the pair into a fake, PR-driven relationship.
If anything in this moderately impudent thread has somehow piqued your attention, don't hesitate to reach out - through PMs, please.
Yours frightfully,
Pain.
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