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welcome to the echo chamber
a tiny corner on the interwebs
to store the many ideas that take up residence in my mind...
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possible supernatural New
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She had never known the kind of love written about in novels or whispered in moonlit confessions.

Not for lack of affection—her family had always held her close, wrapped in the warmth of their unwavering devotion. But romance, passion, the kind of love that left one breathless with longing? That had always been a world just beyond her reach, a melody she could never quite play.

Her life had been measured in hospital visits, in white-walled rooms where time slipped through her fingers like grains of sand. While others danced through their youth with reckless abandon, she lived cautiously, tethered by something unseen—an unrelenting illness hidden within her very blood.

But the piano... the piano was hers.

From the moment her small hands first touched the ivory keys at five years old, she had found a voice where words had failed her. Every note she played was a piece of herself—joy, sorrow, longing, hope. And for a brief moment, on the night of her long-awaited recital, she had felt truly alive.

She played as though she had all the time in the world.

And then—silence.

As she rose to take her bow, the world tilted, the stage lights blurred, and she crumpled to the floor before the breathless audience.

Her illness had always been invisible, a quiet thief stealing moments, whispering a promise she could no longer ignore: she was running out of time.

And yet… he enters her life.

Perhaps he is a stranger drawn to the sound of her music, captivated by the girl who plays like she's unravelling secrets within every chord.

Perhaps he is someone from her past, returning just as the clock begins to wind down.

Perhaps he holds a secret of his own—one that could change the course of fate itself.

What does it mean to love when time is slipping away?

And if given the chance—through fate, through magic, through something neither of them understands—would she choose forever, or simply a moment of something real?

A fleeting love, or an eternal curse?

The final note has yet to be played.​
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Professor/Student New
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MC is a luminous yet quietly guarded graduate student, her soul stitched together with fragments of a haunting past and a love for literature that borders on devotion. She moves through the world with a quiet grace—idealistic, kind, yet burdened by the weight of unspoken memories, determined to carve a path of her own.

YC is a man of intellect and enigma—a revered professor whose presence commands both admiration and unease. Charismatic yet distant, he has carefully built walls of ice around himself, earning a reputation as cold, untouchable. But beneath the polished exterior lies a storm of regrets, secrets long buried, and an aching hunger for something he cannot name.

When MC steps into his seminar (or takes on the role of his research assistant), the air between them shifts—an unspoken recognition, a quiet pull neither can explain nor deny. Their worlds, so carefully constructed, begin to unravel in the presence of the other. And though reason warns them to keep their distance, they are drawn into an intoxicating waltz of longing, redemption, and a love that defies the very boundaries meant to keep them apart.


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Historical New
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"The general who became a slave. The slave who became a gladiator. The gladiator who defied an emperor. Striking story! But now, the people want to know how the story ends... — Commodus"
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War had always been a method of settling arguments between mankind for aeons and the Romans had learned the Art of War just as well as any Empire. More than a few Conquers had come and gone over the decades and in this tale, Marcus Aurelius had done the difficult part. He had conquered the barbaric tribes of the North, allowing for some sort of respite for the armies of the empire. Commodus learned this the hard way and turned out to be nothing more than a boy, trapped in a man's body and his greatest sin had been his Pride.

The son of Lucius Aurelius Verus, Lucius Anthes Decimus had strived to hold to the wishes of the great Marcus Aurelius, his uncle, and keep the empire together without further unneeded bloodshed. Most of the Germanic lands had found that life under Roman rule had been very prosperous for them so there had been no need for rebellion. Under a just Emperor and one who gave just as much as they took from their people, a peace like no other could have been had for all.

But greed and pride have a way of slithering their way into the narrative of the Histories of the Mortal Man. Power, once tasted by those who sought to claim it, finds themselves craving more. Few can withstand the lure of such a thing and those few were rare creatures indeed. Good intentions have a way of finding themselves twisted by those who can make their voice louder than the one of reason, leaving its mark on the land and leaving the people to suffer.

In the days since the death of her father, Emperor Lucius Anthes Decimus, a once decorated Conqueror and Peacekeeper of quite a few lands in the Roman Empire, Empress Claudia Lucina Anthes, the first and only daughter tried her best to sit in the shadows and out of the probing eyes of her brother. Her villa had been on the outskirts of Rome in Tivoli and she preferred the distance with the ability to keep her ear close enough to the city.

Plots within plots as plans began to form and bloom into fruition. Intrigues and rumours spread wide of assassinations that were designed for a few heads of state and Lydia was sure that her name had found its way on one of the hitlists. The only question was, when would these plots be played out?

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P L O T | I N F O:

N A M E:

Empress Claudia Lucina Anthes

F A T H E R:
Emperor Lucius Anthes Decimus, son of Lucius Aurelius Verus
(can explain more in-depth if interested)


S I B L I N G:
Lucus Anthes Quintus, current Emperor of Rome

P R E M I S E:

Emperor Lucius has passed in battle, a tragedy that could have been avoided but alas, it was not meant to be. Leaving behind legitimate heirs, though had found the son wanting, (I know, I know, just like the movie).

Anyway, Empress Claudia is not only the sister to the ruler of Rome, but she also detests her brother and how he has been running the lands that had been so painfully collected to the ground. Many of Rome's men are loyal to the empress, as is the majority of the Senate. The problem therein lies with the people of Rome. She is beloved, sure, intelligent, aye, but she is also one who knows how to read her opponent.

Having been against the Games herself, feeling that the men who battled and lost their lives in the arena, could have been used for far better things. (I know what you're thinking, you perv!) But really. Soldiers. A chance for the men to earn their citizenship through service.

To her.

Finding that the buying of slaves who knew their way around a sword and using them not only in the games but also as a means to glean information. Most are willing when it is their freedom or their lives. Granted, they're Gladiators eventually, but fighting for the empress has its perks..

Anyhum, I am going to close this now and come back to it when my brain isn't so fried. I would like for this to be a love story, where the empress falls for the gladiator she frees. Had to have the other stuff in there as more of a filler for the plot, but all can be worked out via messaging if there is an interest. <shrugs>


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DRAGON AGE New
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In the shadowed halls of Kinlock Hold, where secrets clung to the air as thick as the ever-present scent of burning lyrium, a forbidden love flickered in the darkness.

Elena, a gifted mage of the Circle, had spent her life under the ever-watchful eyes of the Templars. She had long accepted the cage of her existence, whispering incantations behind sealed doors, never daring to dream beyond the walls that bound her.

But then, there was him.

A Templar of noble birth and unshakable duty, he had been raised to see mages as dangerous—beings to be c o n t r o l l e d, never trusted. He had sworn the oaths, taken the lyrium, and hardened himself against temptation.

But Elena was not temptation—she was a force, a tempest, wrapped in a quiet, knowing smile.

For years, they resisted. Duty over desire, caution over impulse. But the heart is not so easily silenced. Their stolen glances became whispered conversations, their words turned into lingering touches in candlelit corridors where no prying eyes could see. In the hush of midnight, behind ancient tomes and beneath the crumpling stone archways of the tower, they found solace in each other.

But every love has its price.

Rumours began to spread—a mage caught wandering too close to the templar quarters, a knight lingering too long outside the library. The Grand Enchanter grew wary, the Knight-Commander suspicious. The noose tightened.

When a fellow templar caught sight of him brushing his fingers against Elena's cheek in a hidden alcove, the betrayal was swift. He was summoned before the Knight-Commander, accused of dereliction, of weakness. And Elena—facing the wrath of the Circle—was to be sent to solitary confinement, a punishment that could break even the strongest will.

In their final, desperate hour, he made his choice. Love over duty. He would not lose her.

And so, with swords drawn and magic crackling in the air, they fought their way to freedom.

Now fugitives, with the Chantry's wrath upon them, they flee through the Wilds, pursued by the very Order that once defined them. The world beyond the Circle is vast and uncertain, but it is theirs to claim—if only they can survive the forces seeking to tear them apart.
 
Whispers Beneath the Water New
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She had always been a legend. A myth spun by sailors and spoken of in hushed voices by villagers who feared the depths of the lake. Some claimed she was a spirit, others a forgotten goddess, and a few swore they had seen her rise from the waters beneath the full moon, her hair gleaming like silver, her eyes holding the weight of centuries.

But she was no ghost. She was flesh and blood, though bound to the lake by forces beyond mortal understanding. For years, she had remained beneath its surface, watching, waiting—until now.

One fateful night, he came to the water's edge. Perhaps he was a knight on a sacred quest, a lost traveler seeking refuge, or a man burdened by sorrow, drawn to the lake by a force he could not explain. Whatever the reason, he was the first to hear her voice, soft as the ripple of the tide. The first to see her rise from the water, moonlight clinging to her like a second skin.

She needed his help. The lake was no longer safe, the ancient magic that bound her fraying at the edges. Darkness stirred beneath the surface, and if it broke free, it would consume not only her, but the world beyond the shore. But could he trust her? And, more importantly… could she trust him?

Would he see her as an enchantress to be feared—or as a woman longing for freedom?
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Muse/Mortal New
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❝ Here rise to life again, dead poetry!
Let it, O holy Muses, for I am yours,
And here Calliope, strike a higher key,
Accompanying my song with that sweet air
which made the wretched Magpies feel a blow
that turned all hope of pardon to despair ❞

— Dante, "Purgatorio", Canto I, lines 7 to 12


Most know of the Muse, Calliope, or Kalliope as being the Muse of Epic Poetry. Her fame and beauty were said to rival that of Aphrodite herself. Hesiod and Ovid called her the "Chief of all Muses" and her story is a fantastical one. (If you haven't read it, you should. It's brilliant.)

What happens if a Muse loses her... Muse? A much-needed vacation perhaps? Maybe one of the Greats finally got bored and decided to use her own powers for herself? Ya know, get a little more recognition for all of her efforts? Mayhaps she's been assigned to a mortal that has been Fated for greatness but the other Muse's were able to stoke his talent into rising to the surface so the mortal can achieve their destiny?

I am leaving this relatively open, but the idea of a Muse, especially one like Kalliope, taking a moment to either find herself, make a name for herself, or even find an epic love struck me as a potential Musing that should be explored. The details can be discussed and I may add the already 'predetermined/thunk'd out' scenario's at a later date.
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Hades & Persephone New
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"I have crossed oceans of time to find you..."
~ Bram Stoker

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In ages not yet come to pass,
Shall the soul return,
Of the Goddess...

Many deaths shall she face,
Returning to Clotho each time,
But in one lifetime shall she meet her Fate...

How their Love is rare and true,
She can be found in Oneiros
And only then will she find you...


We all know the fabled tale of Hades and his Persephone, yes? Fabulous tale laced with trauma, heartbreak, and all of the goodness that creates a wonderful story. I rather like to think that Persephone went willingly to the Underworld and ate the pomegrante seeds on purpose, just so she would have an excuse to stay.

But what if...

Demetre, never fully accepting the Fate of her daughter, had devised a plan to free Persephone from the prison she believed her to be in. While tucked away in the Underworld, safe in the arms of the God she loved, Persephone had been oblivious to the schemes of her mother. Olympus having gone quiet for some time with the loss of faith in mankind, had kept Hades rather busy with the new arrivals in the Underworld in which he ruled. There had truly never been a lack of faith in him.

Striking an accord with Kratos, Demetre has him sit in waiting while she stands, ready to greet her daughter after her time spent in the realm of the Dead. With a look of sadness that Persephone had immediately picked up on, she embraces her daughter, one last time.

"Please, forgive me, child," she whispered through silent tears that had fallen down her cheeks and into her daughter's hair. "I do this to save you..."

Once those words were out of her mouth, Kratos revealed himself. Before Persephone could do anything to defend herself, having been caught completely off guard by the ploy of her mother, the hammer had fallen and found its mark. With her dying breath, Persephone cursed them both to walk the world in agony for the crime they had committed against her.

Making sure to not lose her daughter for good, Demetre negotiated a deal with the youngest sister of Fate, Klothos. Her threads of Human Life. As a celestial being, the thread of the Divine can truly never be destroyed, only redisbursed. The mother of the goddess would rather see her daughter cast and recast through the wheel of time as a mortal than to see her trapped in the Underworld with someone who spends his time with dead people.

Trapped in the Threads of Clotho, Persephone has been caught in the mortal webs cast out by the Fates who weave them. For centuries, Hades searched for his beloved, and every time he almost reclaimed her, she slipped through his fingers like the sands of the Sahara.

Now, as the mortal Kore St. Lawerence, Hades has devised a plan to find her, win her, and make her remember her true self. Who she was meant to be.

The question is... Will they be reunited, or will she choose a mortal life?​
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This plot is not your Disney Princess type of faerie tale. If one remembers the 2011 film Sleeping Beauty, it was more or less the trailer park version of Sleeping Beauty that found herself on the set of Shameless. This beauty finds herself in a situation where she needs funds. For what, I couldn't tell you just yet, but she stumbles upon a flyer for a "Sleep Study". She figured it was getting paid to sleep, and she had a difficult enough time sleeping anyhow, why not.

Upon entering the building for her interview after completing an extensive background check, (the works, STD history, birth control if any used, blood work, hygiene checks, etc), she finds herself in the office of the prestigious *insert building name here*, and learns what this "Sleep Study" truly was. A fetish den where young women go to cater to a particular type of gentlemen.

Somnophilia: a paraphilia in which an individual becomes sexually aroused by someone who is asleep or unconscious.

Now, I'm not saying that the word above is the only bit about this story. I'm just sayin' that the club specialized in it. So, hear me out...

The scenario is this:

MC will be starting out as a submissive, unaware participant, and YC will be one of the men who pays to be with her. However, as the story progresses, she will make the conscious decision to stop taking the sedation pill, and she will begin to experience everything that is being done to her. It will probably lead to a dramatic shift in MC as she is forced to confront the reality of her situation and the desires of others around her.

Ideal partner for this would be an individual who can play the role of a man who is drawn to MC's vulnerability and innocence, a repeat customer as it were. She might be doing a naughty job, but she was a good girl before she had to succumb to such a fate, but I digress... You should be comfortable with themes of power dynamics, content, and the blurring of boundaries. I would prefer YC to be a repeat visitor, someone who becomes obsessed with MC, or perhaps a new face who challenges the status quo.

So, for now, I will leave this here and see what happens...
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In a world where magic was feared and its practitioners persecuted, a young woman named Elora Hammond made a desperate deal with a demon to save her mother's life. The demon, a cunning and manipulative entity, demanded Elora's firstborn child as payment, and Elora, willing to risk everything to save her mother, agreed to the terms.

As the years passed, Elora gave birth to a daughter, Scarlet, and began to weave a complex web of magic to protect her from the demon's claim. She created an enchanted red cloak, infused with the power of blessed thread, which would render Scarlet invisible to the demon's senses. But the demon, determined to claim Scarlet as its own, began to infiltrate her dreams, weaving a dark and seductive spell that would draw her in with promises of forbidden pleasure and eternal desire.

In Scarlet's dreams, the demon took on many forms, each one more alluring and tempting than the last. It whispered sweet nothings in her ear, its voice like honey and smoke, and touched her skin with fingers that felt like ice and fire. Scarlet, torn between her desire for the demon and her loyalty to her mother's memory, found herself drawn deeper into the demon's web of deceit, her dreams becoming a battleground for her very soul.

As the demon's power grew, Scarlet began to feel its presence in her waking life, a constant, thrumming energy that seemed to pulse with her own heartbeat. She knew that she was running out of time, that the demon would come for her on her eighteenth birthday, and that she had to find a way to break the curse before it was too late.

That's when she met him, a mysterious and brooding figure with eyes that seemed to see right through her. He was a monster, just like the demon, but there was something about him that drew her in, something that made her feel like she could trust him with her deepest secrets. The demon, sensing Scarlet's interest in the stranger, cursed him, making him irresistible to her, a pawn in its game of seduction and deceit.

Now, Scarlet must navigate a complex web of desire and danger, torn between her loyalty to her mother's memory and her growing feelings for the stranger. Will she succumb to the demon's curse, or will she find a way to break free and forge her own path? The choice is hers, but the consequences of her decision will be eternal.

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The world is dying. Decades of pollution, war, and biological collapse have rendered most of the population infertile. Only a rare few women still possess the ability to conceive, and they are the most valuable assets of the new regime—assigned to the most powerful men in society, their sole purpose is to bear the next generation.

Kaitlyn "Katie" Morrison is one of these women.

She was taken, tested, and chosen for a man who holds immense political and military power. He is meant to own her. To use her. But instead of the cold, detached arrangement she expected, something unexpected happened—desire. Obsession. Maybe even love.

Is he a cruel man softened by her presence? A reluctant participant in this broken system? Or is he exactly the kind of ruthless leader who takes what he wants—but finds himself unable to let her go?

This is a story of power, passion, and the thin line between control and devotion. Will they break the system together, or be consumed by it?

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power play New
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The world belongs to women now. The old ways are gone, and men—once rulers, warriors, and leaders—are now property. Some are bought for labour, others for pleasure, but in the end, they are all the same: owned.

She never wanted a man. Unlike most, she didn't see them as disposable, as mere tools to be used and discarded. But refusing to participate in the system raises suspicion, and she can't maintain her home alone. So, she did what was expected. She purchased one.

He is strong, intelligent, and defiant in a way that most men have long since forgotten. He expects her to use him like the others do—to demand more than just his strength for labor. But she had no intention of forcing him into her bed. She needs his help, nothing more.

At least, that's what she tells herself.

Because the longer he stays, the harder it becomes to ignore the tension. The way he looks at her—not with submission, but with something dangerously close to challenge. Is she truly the master here, or has she just invited her own undoing into her home?

I am open with this one as it could be that she is the Dominant in the tale, or we could have it that she is merely the Dom on paper. I am more of a 'switch' these days and am a fan of power dynamics, so either is up for discussion should one accept the challenge.
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DRAGON AGE... again New
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She moved like smoke—silent, unseen, and untraceable through the alleys of Amaranthine. Naeris was Dalish by blood, but her clan had been wiped out years ago by a noble's hunting party mistaking them for bandits. Since then, she'd become something else entirely—a shadow in the city, a rogue for hire, a whisper on the wind. She stole from the rich, sabotaged the cruel, and never let herself get close.

Until she met him.

He was a Warden-commander in service to Vigil's Keep, a veteran warrior with tired eyes and a blade that had buried too many horrors. He had seen Darkspawn, betrayal, and death—but nothing prepared him for Naeris. She wasn't like the nobles or soldiers he dealt with. She didn't play by anyone's rules.

Their paths crossed during a mission gone wrong. Naeris had been hired to break into a warehouse used by a noble suspected of illegal blood magic. He had been investigating the same noble. They nearly killed each other that night—until they realized they were chasing the same darkness.

What began as reluctant cooperation evolved into late-night meetings, secret glances, and the kind of tension that could only grow in the spaces between steel and shadow. She was chaos. He was discipline. And they didn't belong together—not in a world that would see her arrested and him disgraced for even daring.

But neither of them could stop.

They met in abandoned towers, in quiet forest clearings, in the shattered remains of Tevinter ruins, always hidden, always fleeting. Her fingers brushed his gauntlets; his hand steadied her when rooftops gave way. Words were never enough, but silence always said too much.

Then came the betrayal.

The noble they'd both been chasing struck first, framing Naeris for the murder of a bann's son. With the city calling for blood, Garran was given an order: find the assassin, or the Wardens would be seen as harbouring criminals.

He was given her name.

But love had already made its claim.

Instead of turning her in, He burned the evidence and broke his oath. Together, they fled the city—two outlaws bound by something more than survival. They became whispers in the night, liberators to some, traitors to others.

The Chantry branded them dangerous. The nobles sent assassins. And yet, they endured.

For in a world of masks and monsters, they found something rare: a love worth bleeding for.
 
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In the heart of Minrathous, where magic rules and bloodlines dictate fate, two mages were born into privilege—and into chains.

Livia Acasta was the daughter of a Magister, her veins laced with ancient power, her future carved in Tevinter stone. She was destined for greatness, trained in the arcane arts from childhood, expected to one day take her father's seat in the Magisterium. But Livia's mind was restless, her heart unwilling to accept the cruelties of the world she was raised in.

He, the illegitimate son of a forgotten Magister, grew up as a shadow in gilded halls—acknowledged only as a tool, never as an heir. He was given magic, trained like a weapon, and told to be grateful for the scraps of power that his lineage afforded him. He was no fool; he knew that in Tevinter, power was both salvation and damnation.

Their paths should never have intertwined. But fate is cruel, even to those who wield it.

They met in the Scholarium Arcana, the great academy where only the most promising of Tevinter's mages were sent. Livia was everything he despised—privileged, arrogant, a daughter of the very system that had kept him in the shadows. And he was everything Livia envied—free in ways she would never be, unafraid to defy the rules she had always followed.

They were rivals in study, combat, and wit—until they weren't. Until their arguments turned into lingering glances. Until their duels became something more dangerous than magic itself.

But in Tevinter, love was a weakness.

When Livia discovered a plot within the Magisterium—her own father conspiring with forbidden forces to harness Qunari red lyrium—she had a choice: betray her blood or let Tevinter rot further from the inside. She turned to Cassian, the only person she knew would tell her the truth.

What they uncovered was worse than treason. A secret cabal of Magisters, manipulating both the Venatori remnants and the Imperial Chantry, seeking to plunge Thedas into another age of chaos.

The cost of discovery? Their lives.

Branded traitors, they were forced to flee, hunted by the most powerful mages in the Imperium. They sought refuge in the underbelly of Tevinter, among escaped slaves and rebels who whispered of revolution. With nowhere left to run, they had only one path forward:

If they could not change Tevinter from within…

They would burn it down and build it anew.
 
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