Archival Thread of Prior Requests

.. the end of the world just means less pussy to go around.


The world has ended. A virulent strain of cordyceps has overtaken most of the human race. Hope is dwindling. But even in the darkest night, a tiny glow of hope can end up flickering into existence.

No one is sure how or why, or what it means for the rest of humanity, but a fifteen year old girl has proven to be immune to the infectious bite of the infected, and now it's up to one man to escort Ellie across the overgrown remnants of America in order to get her to the one group of doctors and scientists who may be able to metastasize a cure for the rest of us from her unique biology. There's nothing between Ellie,
her escort, and the hope for all of humanity .. except of course for looters, rogue rebels against the remnants of the government, violent infected monsters, and the inhumanity of man against man.


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C'mon, Baby Girl - Joel can't let go the thoughts of his daughter who died in the first days of the apocalypse that brought down the world as he knew it. Ellie's nothing at all like Sara, and yet he can't help but see the chance he never had to save the girl who he couldn't every time he thinks she's not looking. His heart has hardened over the intervening decades, but bit by bit, it's beginning to crack. Ellie's not his daughter, but he can't help but protect her. Ellie's not his daughter .. she's not ..
Daddykink, conflicted feelings, and psuedo incest, oh my.

Firefly in the Sky - Joel collapsed as soon as the bullet lodged between his eyes, and the gloved hand yanked the girl by the back of her shirt out of her hiding hole. Struggle as she might, there was no escaping the well-armored and armed militia member staring at her from beneath impassive, cruel goggles hiding their face from her entirely. "Don't worry. We're gonna get you where you need to go."
Another escort. One without the soft heart or moral ambiguity. One who doesn't care about the girl, only what she represents. Or perhaps an old friend thought gone, come 'back to life'?

Runner, Stalker, Clicker, Breeder - Humanity came to an end, in what must have seemed a senseless waste to all good, god-fearing people. The remnants of civilization went through the motions of what had come before, but the truth was, their time was at an end. Look no further than the birth of the newest strain of infected .. though she had no idea that she wasn't the cure, but the disease. A fungal infection crept around her nerves, her veins, her organs while she seemed perfectly healthy from the outside .. and it wasn't until a man was strongarmed into escorting Ellie out beyond the safety of civilization and into the land of the infected that she would learn what she really was.
Breeding through spores and mold might be efficient, but it sure isn't as fun as the alternative.

Left Behind - When you're with your best friend, you never want it to end. You don't wanna grow up, you don't wanna change. Peter Pan in Pleasure Island. There's nothing like the mall for two girls to while away the hours, and between squirt gun fights and running from the infected, the night stretches on seemingly forever. And there's only one perfect way for a last night to end.
Shameless girlcrush sex in a shopping mall. Teenangst. All the good things that make the world go 'round.

Survivor Difficulty - What if Winter came, and Ellie hadn't been so prepared? Strung up or tied down in a cooler, how long could she convince them she was better off alive? When Joel was taken down by looters, they still wouldn't find enough to feed another mouth -- but they could keep their prize around until it wasn't convenient anymore, right?
You wanna get dark? Let's get dark.


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.. and she's not too happy about it.


Ever since the destruction of the BSL Research Station, Samus Aran had been on the run. The Galactic Federation had determined that one of their most reliable mercenaries had become a turncoat, performing an act of unspeakable terrorism. For years, the notorious bounty hunter had been cleaning up messes; unfortunately, this time she had cleaned up the Federation's own mess by decimating their attempt to clone the nearly extinct Metroid race back into a thriving and -- they expected -- controllable bioweapon.

In destroying the BSL Research Station and it's bio-engineered cargo, Samus herself had become the only living source of Metroid DNA thanks to the same experimental surgery that had saved her life after an ill-fated return to SR-388. The Federation wasn't going to end its attempts at creating the perfect bioweapon simply because the necessary DNA had to come from a new source. Screens across the galaxy lit up after the explosion of BSL Research Station, declaring Samus Aran galactic enemy #1, with only one stipulation for any bounty hunter daring, cunning, and hungry enough to go after one of their own: no disintegrations.


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Metroid: Dread - Samus is now a wanted criminal, and every former mercenary ally and rival is after the payday on her head. Of course, some of them would prefer to take their frustrations out on the long-time thorn in their side rather than turn her over to the Federation .. but others might dutifully put her into Federation safekeeping, where a number of cruel, destructive tests await the last living Metroid.
Bounty hunter enslavement, mad science, and betrayal abound.

Metroid: Fusion - Following a daring experimental surgery to save her life, splicing her DNA with that of her greatest enemies, Samus Aran goes to investigate an explosion on the Biologic Space Laboratories Research Station. Unfortunately, the X parasites that have gone out of control since the eradication of the Metroids now understand Samus herself to be their only threat .. and create a perfect lifeform to ensure that she will never succeed in quelling their evolutionary revolution.
A perfect doppelganger .. save for its unrelenting cruelty -- and its aching biological superiority masculinely manifest.

Super Metroid - The corridors of Zebes lay cold and soot-ridden for years following the destruction of the Space Pirates' headquarters, but with a quiet thrum, everything came to life. The baby had been snatched from Ceres, guaranteeing that it would be followed. The jaws would snap shut soon enough around the Hunter who had devastated everything, and at long last .. he would finish what had begun on that colony so many years prior.
There are many interpretations of a perfect hunter, and even for the one who walks as the heir of Chozo, there is another that waits on leathery wing.

Metroid - In which you glitched through the wall, and forged your own path.
Dealer's choice; talk nerdy to me.


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.. watch it bring you to your knees.


It was the incessant drumming. Dun dun dun, dun dun dun, dun dun dun.
Like the beating of a tell-tale heart, it drew her toward the controller no matter how much she tried to rationalize her curiosity, her vague interest, her confusion. Regardless of how silly it seemed, she ended up peering at the cathode glow of the heretofore unseen gaming console, forced to choose her character before she could begin the game properly.

Ruby Roundhouse sounded pretty badass.

The game had always been patient, waiting for someone unsuspecting to play it. And as soon as she pressed start, she wasn't just transported into the jungles of Jumanji figuratively -- with a twisting, nauseating lurch the sunlight erupted around her while the controller clattered to the ground outside of the television screen. On the faint, flickering screen, a tiny sprite bobbed up and down and wiggled back and forth in a confused seeming idle animation.

But inside, the humid breeze of a none too distant waterfall tickled her nose. The sun beat down heavily on her newly shiny ruby hair. Her midriff -- well, she briefly covered her exposed midsection in confusion. She was in boots. Shorts. Legs that could definitely do a roundhouse, but definitely weren't her own. She was ..

in the game?



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The Most Dangerous Game - Russel Van Pelt has stolen the Jaguar's Eye, bringing a curse to the land of Jumanji and giving him control over all of its wildlife. Alerted by one of his winged spies to the presence of one of the five individuals tasked to stop him and return the Jaguar's Eye to its rightful place, Van Pelt readies himself for an expedition to insure that any threats are neutralized before they can truly rise up against him. There has never been any wild beast that he hasn't been able to bring to heel -- why should a lone redhead be any difference?
Hopefully three lives are enough to survive the hunting of a different kind of fox, especially when the wildlife can be just as dangerous as any hunter's rifle ..

A Bizarre Bazaar - Ruby Roundhouse managed to hone her latent in-game abilities and neutralize the first threats coming her way, but now she's on the first true leg of her quest -- finding a guide to take her to the last known location of the Jaguar's Eye. Entering the vast bazaar, it ought to be easy enough to track down the sort of NPC she's supposed to find to get to the next level. But it's not just information and goods that are for sale in the chaotic marketplace ..
Health Potion, 5GP. Twin Pistols+2, 20GP. Slave Harem Special Outfit, 100GP. Ruby Roundhouse, 500GP.

Going Native - She's faced down wild mercenaries, vicious beasts, and natural hazards, but Ruby has finally located the source of that hypnotic drumming that lead her from the real world to this digital facsimile in the first place. The indigenous people of Jumanji have always had a percussive way of playing music that can make even the most determined adventurer grow a little slower in their step or a little more susceptible to their intentions .. all the better for capturing a new sacrifice to Jumanji itself, or at least a healthy dinner for the tribe.
Because really, what's a perilous jungle without a handful of strapping cannibals to contend with?

Red and Green Doesn't Always Mean Christmas - Chopping her way through the thick overgrowth, going deeper and deeper into the jungle in pursuit of the Jaguar's Eye, Ruby finds herself faced with clearings and paths that all look identical to the ones that came before her. In a true Lost Woods situation, she retraces her steps, tries to look for clues, and continues to cut down every set of vines that waits in her way. There's just one problem -- unlike back home, the plantlife in Jumanji has a tendency to fight back.
.. because why NOT tentacles?

Let's Play Two Player - With a screaming sound and a light from the sky, all of a sudden, Ruby Roundhouse wasn't expected to finish the entire game solo. Maybe it was the sudden, charismatic bravado of Smolder Bravestone or the cunning survivalist Jefferson 'Seaplane' McDonough, but regardless of the avatar, they were faced with a co-op situation. Of course they would be expected to work together to complete the game, lest they be stuck within it forever .. but who exactly is in control of this new player? And is Jumanji the kind of game with friendly fire?
An out of game crush, a notorious bully, or just someone opportunistic and unlucky enough to fall into the same situation -- either way, they're not going it alone now.

Game Genie - It was strange enough that it seemed like the entire game world was out to take away one of her three lives, turn the game's rating into AO, or do both at once. But just as soon as Ruby found herself getting a hang of the world she was expected to conquer (before it could conquer her), suddenly things got .. weird. Day turned to night instantly. She found herself jumping higher. She found herself with extra lives, and invulnerability. And then found herself sluggish, and disobedient of her own thoughts. And then she was in a new outfit. And then she was in nothing but her boots. A crazy situation had gotten even crazier .. all because someone outside the game had realized they could put in a few cheat codes.
Because why not make things even harder for the heroine in any above situation?


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.. no matter which variety you prefer.


The story is more or less the same either way you slice it, after all, so stop me if you've heard this one: a girl who grew up with a gift from her father for etiquette and curiosity, with both a healthy desire and admiration for each and every culture in the world. Now in one version of this story, it might take a harrowing island adventure to forge the steel at the center of a girl, while in another nothing more nor less than wealth, training, and confidence can send you off to the far flung reaches of the world. It's a matter of degrees, in a way, education versus experience. But no matter how Ms. Croft is spoken of or seen by her peers, friends, or enemies, she is very, very good at diving headlong into incredible troublesome situations. Which is where we come in.


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Shipwrecked - No one knew exactly what to expect in the Dragon's Triangle, despite the rumors of an ancient civilization lying somewhere within the incredibly turbulent storms that often surged through there. But for a plucky college archaeologist, was a tsunami was going to be the beginning of her Rise to worldwide fame .. or the final story of the Croft heiress? The island had all sorts of rumors of the supernatural, as well as vicious mercenaries seeking to plunder its secrets, and after Lara ended up tossed into the sea and separated from the rest of the crew, she'll have nothing but her wits and the unknown island with which to decide the fate of her story.
An untested survivalist versus the elements, an ancient world, and the modern cruelties that make a prize of whatever they come across.

Temple of Doom - Deep within the uncharted heart of the darkest parts of the world, there lies an even darker set of corridors and caverns that has gone untouched by man or woman .. until now. Rumors of a fantastic treasure await deep within, but the events that exposed the temple to one particularly crafty tomb raider have also brought other interested parties out of the woodwork. Now there's a race to get to the bottom first .. or maybe it would just be easier to let someone else do all the work, and pick up the prize when they return to the surface.
A classic adventure in deepest jungle or desert, with charming rivals or vicious enemies, and something mystical and untested waiting to throw a wrench in it all.

Belongs in a Museum - Not all archaeology is about brandishing a bow or two pistols and murdering your way into another victory for cultural appropriation. No, sometimes things have already fallen into the wrong hands, and a charity auction might just be the opportunity to set things straight. Very black tie, very exclusive, all of the elements of the collecting world and the underworld are sure to be at hand to bid on the very exclusive merchandise that has made its way from ancient civilizations to their auction block tonight. And if some folks aren't careful, they might just find that their own name carries a certain price tag should they be found out.
Subterfuge and spy games, dry martinis and underworld deals, sometimes diplomacy is necessary to recover the goods .. but best not end up in someone's collection yourself.

Wrongfully Accused - Perhaps it was a framing, or just a reckoning for a series of items taken that absolutely do not belong to you, but one way or another it was going to be the trial of a century. How often does a heiress get taken before a jury? How often does her sentence come down on the end of that gavel? She's braved the wilds, the ancient, and even the modern jungle of her rivalries to recovery twice-stolen merchandise, but now a slippery victory has put even her on the wrong side of the law. It may seem as though nothing else could go wrong. Until she meets her cell mates.
Ms. Croft is no stranger to navigating an uncaring world that's out to get her, but ending up in a men's penitentiary .. that's a whole new game.

The Most Dangerous Game - A challenge is many things to many people, but to a very certain type of person, the greatest challenge of all is to best someone else at the top of their field. There is no need to play fair, no need to create rules. The only thing to do is win, by any means necessary. Mercenaries descending on a manor in the dead of night, cut-throats sent into encampments in the deepest jungle, or even invitations to mysterious islands by mysterious benefactors .. there are those who will stop at nothing to be known as the one who put an end to the heiress, and enjoyed themselves thoroughly along the way.
For those who like to tumble especially rough.



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T A K E Y O U R P U S S Y

There hadn't been a mental shutdown incident in months without their culprit around, and Yaldabaoth remained shattered and imprisoned across a million cognitive shards echoed across time and space. The lingering remnants of the god of order were the only thing that managed to keep the Metaverse from collapsing entirely following its defeat, though the cognition of the general public had already begun to turn away from the harrowing near-merging of the true world and Mementos. In the months that followed their victory, the Phantom Thieves had only reconvened to tackle a single palace, to change the heart of a high profile celebrity getting away with some heinous crimes, but they never forgot the thrill and adventure of their prior year despite the dangers along the way. But then one news story came out .. and another. It would have been easy to ignore them as isolated incidents, but the similarities to the mental shutdowns were too strong. There were women who's minds seemed to go completely blank, their personalities almost erased or overwritten by a mindlessly slutty version of themselves, all libido and no intelligence. Those found as such were institutionalized, but no cause or cure had been found .. but the Phantom Thieves realized it couldn't be entirely a coincidence. Someone was turning women into mindless, wanton sluts via the metaverse, and they had to stop it .. before any of them became a target. Who could be doing this? A former enemy? An unknown assailant? Or even someone closer to them than they might expect?


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Change of Heart - In this case, I'm looking mainly for one plot: one of the female Phantom Thieves having her palace invaded with the intruder's intention to break her down from the subconscious Metaverse into being a mindless, broken, ahegao slut both internally and in reality. In this case, their palace would be borne of combinations of their personalities and their fears, and I'm totally open to suggestions as to exactly how those might manifest. Ann might have a world of glitz and celebrity preying on her fears that anyone only even looks at her for her modeling and glamour. Makoto might be embroiled in a resistance against a cyberpunk regime highlighting her need for control and her fear of the loss of it. Futaba's isolation might put her in an isekai palace where she's the only "real" player among NPCs, or Haru's might find her at a twisted garden or farm where girls are "raised" to be perfect brides. These are all just random, top-of-the-head suggestions, and I'd love to craft psychological torment or interesting mindscapes for the thief of your choice for her to try to overcome .. lest she have her treasure stolen and live out the rest of her life as a brainless bimbo. I bet we could make excuses for any kind of wild setting for any of them -- or they could even just be twisted versions of their normal lives where things are just a little bit off.

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.. 'cause I am a materia girl.


The citizens of Midgar were living in a time of fear, strife, and uncertainty. Their bills were skyrocketing, their surroundings worsening, and terror attacks were filling the streets with unease. Whether slowly squeezed to death by Shinra's mad drive for profits and luxury for the few, choking on the sickness that rose up from the slums as though to punish those who were mere eyesores for their "betters", or caught in the crossfires of the mad tactics of the rogue AVALANCHE organization striking violently against the oppressive corporation that owned the plate and everything above it, life in Midgar was hardscrabble and dog eat dog. People worked themselves to the bone for one little scrap of peace at the end of any given day, hopefully resting their eyes long enough not to worry if their ruin would be the result of ruthless capitalists or ill-tempered reactionaries. Most of them just wanted a life where they could pop open a beer and not worry about whether or not there was a tomorrow. And for the citizens of Midgar who lived in and around Sector 7, they could at least have a small taste of what that life was like by putting their boots up at Seventh Heaven. There they'd be in good company and kept in good drinks, and the owner always had a sympathetic smile and an open ear for whatever weary woe or small joy had brought them by. For just a few gil to fill a clean glass, anyone's heavy burdens could be lifted for a short while. Well, except for those of the bartender herself, but plenty of regulars would argue that that was just part of the charm of the friendly little drinking hole down in the forgotten slums. So long as they were safely out of earshot, anyway.


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Hostile Takeover - There was nothing above or under the plate that Shinra didn't own. Granted, most everything down in the slums was way beneath their pay grade, much less their notice. Still, they had found themselves having a hell of a time ferreting out just where AVALANCHE was keeping their base of operations, and so someone in the money department got the bright idea of just starting to buy up some of the popular local businesses down there in order to get some ears closer to the ground. Sure, the proprietress might insist her establishment isn't for sale no matter the cost, but when you own the land underneath a building there's not really a leg to stand on. It just makes sense to keep her on board so the drinks keep flowing and the information keeps bubbling around though, right? Even if certain measures have to be taken to keep her in line.
How much can Lockheart put up with to keep up the front for her partners in crime, knowing that Shinra has her over a barstool? .. sometimes literally?

Happy Birthday, Mr. President - AVALANCHE had finally been caught. Their members were incarcerated, awaiting execution. The science division had insisted on using one of them for studies, the SOLDIER program had decided to see what made one of them tick .. but not all of them were going to be of much use in the time before their big day. Still, ever since the old man's untimely demise, there had been suggestions that not everything needed to be the way he had set things out to be. The public hadn't yet been made wise to the identities of the terrorists who had finally reached just a little too far. And the new president of Shinra had a simple proposal for one of his prisoners. Complete and total handover of all information past and present. The identities of everyone not currently behind a cell who had aided and abetted in their eco-terrorist plots. And seven days to learn how to tame her own wildest impulses to be allowed to live in the lap of luxury, or else join the rest of her scum at the gallows. Rufus Shinra so rarely allowed himself anything during his anniversary week.
Ticking clock. Push and pull. Break the wild filly, or it's off to the glue factory. Seven days of the most opulent, cruel, seductive life she could imagine. Tick tock.

Bright Lights, Big Saucer - It's easy to be completely overwhelmed by the flashing lights and the glitz and glamour the first time you step foot inside the Gold Saucer. With your Gil all converted harmlessly away into GP, it's easier than ever to think you're doing nothing more or less than spending "play money" as you rack up incredible wins in games of chance or skill .. or to think nothing of just how much you actually lost when things don't go your way. Even when on an urgent mission to save the world, it's hard not to get sucked into the promise and prestige of the most interesting game in town. Whether the party needs to push their luck in order to get the next piece of the puzzle, or a little R&R just sees the team going their separate ways for a bit, a small town girl who's learned a few big lessons can still make a bad bet or two. But one bad bet leads to another when you try to dig yourself up out of a hole, and before you know it, you can end up losing your shirt .. or more. Still, as long as you don't hit rock bottom, there's always a chance to pull yourself up before you end up working down in Corel Prison to pay off your debts. Right?
Casinos might as well be rat traps for people, and a little country mouse just waltzed right in. Quicksand would be kinder than the quagmire of ever compounding losses ..

Random Encounter - I have nothing important to say to this one, since it's the one where a monster ambushes the party and has fun with the pretty one. Sometimes simple is good. Prefer no Marlboro's or anything tentacle-y, but am open to plenty of suggestions here! Tying it back to Shinra with Professor Hojo's creepy breeding experiments is also an option.
It's not really bestiality if they're monsters, right?

What Happens in a Tent, Stays in a Tent - During the end of the world, tensions run high. There's no time for reflection, no time to think for yourself, there's only the march toward success or failure with the fate of far too much riding on your shoulders. Morale is down. Rations are low. Every camp site closer to the crater is one day closer to the truth. With emotions at a breaking point and the end potentially nigh, one last night is spent close together, just feet away from the rests and worries of everyone else.
"Finally, a scenario where I can play as Cloud," he said, his fingers only growing still when she suggested that her preferred pairings for this will be Barrett, Cid, Yuffie, or Red XIII.

Load A 20-Year Old Save File - For suggestions not encompassing anything above.
Because mostly I'm feeling very nostalgic for FF7 in general! General shipping cheat sheet in no particular order: Barrett, Cid, Yufffie, Red XIII, Rufus, Reno, Rude, Elena, Scarlet, Hojo, Don Corneo, Original Characters.



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Open To Other Roles -- But This Will Change To Reflect That In Due Time
Central Time Zone -- Shoots For One Post A Day, No Guarantees