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Rainy High
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jul 9, 2013
- Location
- USA (Mountain Time)
Hello Blue Moon! New user here. 
This is my request thread and I will update it with some plot ideas soon. I would very much prefer to do rpg'ing here as threads since I'm more used to that.
Update: I love stories with plot! Or at least a character sheet or idea~
Top 10 Turn Ons
♫ Aggressive Partners (But if I'm the aggressive one, it's OK if the partner isn't).
♫ Pulling hair
♫ Oral Sex (Mutual)
♫ Spanking/Slapping
♫ Name-calling or Ordering (but not overdone, and be creative)
♫ Vocal (grunting or moaning)
♫ Partners between the ages of 18 and 50
♫ I'm good with human characters but don't mind humanoid aliens/monsters
♫ Tying, **Gagging (Ring or Spider Gag)** and or blindfolding (of my character) but I could do yours too.
♫ Nipple and breast play
**Craving
Top 10 Turn Offs
♪ Feces
♪ Blood
♪ Cutting
♪ Knife play (just no sorry)
♪ One sentence replies (in character posts)
♪ No foreplay
♪ Pestering to post (Hey you can throw me a reminder daily--that's fine, but if I'm gone and come back seeing 10 messages from the same person asking when I'm going to post, 90% of the time I will be scared away)
♪ Male characters 17 and under
♪ Punching or beating (for sexual pleasure/arousal)
♪ Piercing genitals
Writing Sample:
She sat on the cool stone floor legs crossed as the tribes eyes were upon her, sweat beading down her face as she shook. Her nerves were bunched up as she thought to herself that she couldn't do this. I can't, it won't work. The elders eyes were a upon her like a constant force despite her own closed eyes.
"That is enough Flora." The crowd started murmuring as Flora opened her eyes to look at the ground below her, she couldn't face their eyes.
"I can do it I just need to try harder."
"We have seen enough, return to your home." More murmuring rippled through the crowd as Flora stood and then bowed, tears falling from her eyes. She turned and fell trying to run away from the eyes that were judging. Someone giggled and Flora held her chest tight. Her throat burned with failure--embarrassment. I feel the fire within me but it never sparks. Quickly she stood and brushed her pants off, she then began to jog her way home, not taking a glance back. Flora's family are all fire workers. Even her younger brother Fabian tested into the tribes magic wall. She was not.
The sky rumbled as Flora ran to a nearby camping site. She stopped at a tree nearly breathless as the cold wind rushed through the trees. Leaning against a tree she let her tears fall as she realized that she could not be a fire worker, perhaps never.
A sensation of rage seized her as her face went numb from the cold wind. The wind. She hissed as she wound her fist back and cracked a tree, she slammed her fist into the tree using the wind as a thrust. Wind workers are accepted in the world, but Floras' tribe was strictly fire workers and they weeded out other workers from their tribe by not allowing them to stay. While there are wind worker tribes, Flora's skills were not the norm.
Flora watched as the tree snapped and bent falling to the ground like a dead ballerina. She had been practicing with a forbidden book, the workings of the wind for about a month when the testing date drew closer and she realized none of the fire powers were emerging like her younger brothers were. But she knew that she could make the wind blow chilly. And she hated it.
She sunk to the ground on her bottom and stared at the sky, and then down at the ground. Standing again she centered herself, taking deep breaths as she prepared to work off some steam. Flora opened her arms wide so they were spread horizontally against the earth and then proceeded to do some practiced moves she found in her book, she secretly ordered on a website. Wind began to rush through the trees and around her as she worked her magic in her, soothing herself. Leaves fell around her as she spared with an imaginary partner, taking her anger out against the fact that she was already 24-years-old and her brother only 16 can work fire magic. The tribe said she was a late bloomer, and she already exceeded the age of inheriting her powers, this was the last chance the elders gave her. But she did have magic, magic she wish she didn't have at all.
She shouted into the sky as she kicked another tree causing it to break and fall, when she heard a disturbance on the ground nearby. She stared into the shadows looking for the cause of the noise, seeing nothing. The air was cold and smelt crisp, no fresh animal droppings were around. A rock hit the tree close near her head, she picked it up noting that it was hot to the touch. It was someone from her tribe. She turned towards the direction the rock came from.
"Who's there?"
This is my request thread and I will update it with some plot ideas soon. I would very much prefer to do rpg'ing here as threads since I'm more used to that.
Update: I love stories with plot! Or at least a character sheet or idea~
Top 10 Turn Ons
♫ Aggressive Partners (But if I'm the aggressive one, it's OK if the partner isn't).
♫ Pulling hair
♫ Oral Sex (Mutual)
♫ Spanking/Slapping
♫ Name-calling or Ordering (but not overdone, and be creative)
♫ Vocal (grunting or moaning)
♫ Partners between the ages of 18 and 50
♫ I'm good with human characters but don't mind humanoid aliens/monsters
♫ Tying, **Gagging (Ring or Spider Gag)** and or blindfolding (of my character) but I could do yours too.
♫ Nipple and breast play
**Craving
Top 10 Turn Offs
♪ Feces
♪ Blood
♪ Cutting
♪ Knife play (just no sorry)
♪ One sentence replies (in character posts)
♪ No foreplay
♪ Pestering to post (Hey you can throw me a reminder daily--that's fine, but if I'm gone and come back seeing 10 messages from the same person asking when I'm going to post, 90% of the time I will be scared away)
♪ Male characters 17 and under
♪ Punching or beating (for sexual pleasure/arousal)
♪ Piercing genitals
Writing Sample:
She sat on the cool stone floor legs crossed as the tribes eyes were upon her, sweat beading down her face as she shook. Her nerves were bunched up as she thought to herself that she couldn't do this. I can't, it won't work. The elders eyes were a upon her like a constant force despite her own closed eyes.
"That is enough Flora." The crowd started murmuring as Flora opened her eyes to look at the ground below her, she couldn't face their eyes.
"I can do it I just need to try harder."
"We have seen enough, return to your home." More murmuring rippled through the crowd as Flora stood and then bowed, tears falling from her eyes. She turned and fell trying to run away from the eyes that were judging. Someone giggled and Flora held her chest tight. Her throat burned with failure--embarrassment. I feel the fire within me but it never sparks. Quickly she stood and brushed her pants off, she then began to jog her way home, not taking a glance back. Flora's family are all fire workers. Even her younger brother Fabian tested into the tribes magic wall. She was not.
The sky rumbled as Flora ran to a nearby camping site. She stopped at a tree nearly breathless as the cold wind rushed through the trees. Leaning against a tree she let her tears fall as she realized that she could not be a fire worker, perhaps never.
A sensation of rage seized her as her face went numb from the cold wind. The wind. She hissed as she wound her fist back and cracked a tree, she slammed her fist into the tree using the wind as a thrust. Wind workers are accepted in the world, but Floras' tribe was strictly fire workers and they weeded out other workers from their tribe by not allowing them to stay. While there are wind worker tribes, Flora's skills were not the norm.
Flora watched as the tree snapped and bent falling to the ground like a dead ballerina. She had been practicing with a forbidden book, the workings of the wind for about a month when the testing date drew closer and she realized none of the fire powers were emerging like her younger brothers were. But she knew that she could make the wind blow chilly. And she hated it.
She sunk to the ground on her bottom and stared at the sky, and then down at the ground. Standing again she centered herself, taking deep breaths as she prepared to work off some steam. Flora opened her arms wide so they were spread horizontally against the earth and then proceeded to do some practiced moves she found in her book, she secretly ordered on a website. Wind began to rush through the trees and around her as she worked her magic in her, soothing herself. Leaves fell around her as she spared with an imaginary partner, taking her anger out against the fact that she was already 24-years-old and her brother only 16 can work fire magic. The tribe said she was a late bloomer, and she already exceeded the age of inheriting her powers, this was the last chance the elders gave her. But she did have magic, magic she wish she didn't have at all.
She shouted into the sky as she kicked another tree causing it to break and fall, when she heard a disturbance on the ground nearby. She stared into the shadows looking for the cause of the noise, seeing nothing. The air was cold and smelt crisp, no fresh animal droppings were around. A rock hit the tree close near her head, she picked it up noting that it was hot to the touch. It was someone from her tribe. She turned towards the direction the rock came from.
"Who's there?"
