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Writing Requests
by Shadow Thu Oct 23, 2014 9:48 am
yo, i need stuff to write im bored as hell. give me an idea and ill write you a short story about it and post it here!!! *sits patiently to wait for requests*
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Re: Writing Requests
by Ebony Thu Oct 23, 2014 12:01 pm
Gay Vampire demon lovers who get into random trouble
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Re: Writing Requests
by Shadow Thu Oct 23, 2014 12:39 pm
amazing . yes this i will do it will be amazing. yell at me till i finish.
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Re: Writing Requests
by Shadow Thu Oct 23, 2014 2:46 pm
- Eb's request:
If Sol wasn't already dead, this poetry would be killing her with laughter. The café smells strongly enough of coffee to make her sneeze, and her beautiful girlfriend is just as stoic as ever and reading what may be the worst poem in the world. It's sweet, and strokes Sol's oversized ego well, but dear fucking lord. If Luna wasn't so serious all the time, she would suspect it was ironic. Alas, she was born in a time period without humor or emotions (fucking nobility) and is the perfect horror vampire. Lestat would be proud.
"-my sunshine, don't take my sunshine away."
Luna finishes, and there's an eerie silence for a moment before the café riots with laughter. Oh hell no. She's allowed to laugh at the bad poetry if she wants, since it's /about her/, but these mortals? Had better not laugh at her sweetheart. It may not have been the best ever, but it had heart, and more emotion than Luna had shown in anything before. Sol is going to have to shank some bitches.
She rises, and even the humans with their weak senses can sense a dark aura around her in the few seconds before she snarls and rips off the nearest one's head. It makes a deliciously nasty tearing sound, and there's blood everywhere. Damn, now she's hungry again.
Luna is standing on the stage still, blinking at her as she tears through the cafe, alternately biting and clawing the soft humans. She drains one or two in her bloodlust, and within 5 minutes is standing there, splattered in vital fluids and panting. She gives Luna an embarrassed smile, blushing darkly.
The older vampire just sighs, and delicately licks off the blood that hit her cheek during Sol's rampage. "I could have taken care of it, dear. The opinions of mortals don't matter to me as long as /you/ like it."
Well, shit, how did you respond to that? The poems were terribly, frankly, but Luna isn't. She gives her a bright smile and takes a bow, bouncing up to the stage to pull her into a kiss. "I loved them, and I love you too. Write me some more!"
laughs i really like these two already, i might end up writing them again. give me another request about them pls????
lesbian vamps who call themselves luna and sol yes
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Re: Writing Requests
by Hissarray Thu Oct 23, 2014 2:52 pm
A story featuring me and Ceazer discussing philosophy with Plato and Aristotle.
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Re: Writing Requests
by Ebony Thu Oct 23, 2014 3:01 pm
Noooo you has too. Also me meeting some gay anthro Wolves would be rad =^.^=
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Re: Writing Requests
by Hissarray Thu Oct 23, 2014 3:03 pm
You'd have fun with that...in my scenario...fun would not be had.
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Re: Writing Requests
by Shadow Thu Oct 23, 2014 3:12 pm
*casually ignores hiss's request and turns ebs into something amazing*
- Eb's request 2:
It's a cold, dark night outside, but does that stop a teenaged boy from climbing out his window to land with a thump on the street? Of course it doesn't! Hiss makes a good landing, bending his knees in their skinny jeans to hit the ground and roll into a somersault. He is the spy. It is him.
He has better things to do than lurk on his computer talking to fuzzy princesses. His people are coming for him, and he refuses to be left on this awful planet any longer. Humans smell weird, and look weird too, in their pink and brown piglike skins with no scales anywhere.
He runs through the street, his tail escaping his disguise and lashing behind him. The green scales reflect the streetlights oddly and match the grass along the sides of the road. He's never quite been sure why the human country they plopped him down in, Iceland, is green instead of icy. Humans are freaks. He'll be glad to escape this nasty, polluted earth and the icky mammals inhabiting it.
The ship pulls him up in a flare of white light as he runs, and when the spots covering his vision clear, his commanders are in front of him, their tails twined together. They kiss, and Alpha steps forward to shake his hand, Omega standing back with slitted pupils.
"Thank you for doing such a good job, Hissaray. We're sorry you had to deal with the humans for so long, you look absolutely atrocious."
He rips out of his fake skin, claws shredding the flesh easily and revealing the lizard person underneath. His eyes adjust to the light now that they're not covered, and his mohwak and tail tuft fluff back up.
"And now, we can destroy this planet. They hold nothing of use."
He presses his claws against the spaceship window, scratching at the glass in hos excitement as they take off and a red laser shoots down, obliterating the earth in a beautiful explosion. What a sight. It's the only good thing to come from his 17 years of pretending to be one of them and living on this planet. At least it was pretty in it's death.
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Re: Writing Requests
by Azeera Thu Oct 23, 2014 4:45 pm
a faerie, an elf, a dragon, a kitsune, an wolf-kin, a shadow, and a shapeshifter walk into a bar....
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Re: Writing Requests
by Ceezah Thu Oct 23, 2014 5:34 pm
Hissarray wrote:A story featuring me and Ceazer discussing philosophy with Plato and Aristotle.
That would be pleasant!
As for my request I wish for a story of great Attila devouring an elf as he burns down the treehuggers village. Dark ages you pansies!
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Re: Writing Requests
by Shadow Mon Oct 27, 2014 8:16 am
hiss's request done! warnings for gore, maybe? just because of the stab wounds
- Philosophy:
The great thinkers of the world are quite a strange sight. 3 humans and an anthro lizard, they discuss philosophy and the vagaries of fate, while drinking tea, the ultimate beverage, brewed with the leaves of flowers to give it sdditional meanings. What could be better?
They sit in a loose semi-circle, legs crossed over each other and hands gesturing as they speak of the philosophy of man. "What heart, that he might feel for others cannot be assumed. Love is patient, love is kind, and love is also a huge bitch."
"Much like fate."
The Roman stirs, looking up through heavy lidded eyes, one hand caressing his stab wounds. One finger slips in, playing at the shards of bone surrounding the hole from the impact. the skin is hanging loosely off what it should be attached to. If he had not been given the gift of life by some cruel god, he would surely have perished.
"And women, dudes. Tiny little monsters they are."
The group laughs, and high-fives are exchanged all around. The ultimate group of
str8 boys. They will discuss longer, and then dissipate to their seperate corners of hell. they have appropriate punishments for their various crimes, much like those imprisoned in tartarus of old. What /fun/ there is to be had.
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Re: Writing Requests
by Hissarray Mon Oct 27, 2014 8:34 am
A truly lovely piece of work as always Stef, now if you'll excuse me...*takes a dive into Tartarus*
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Re: Writing Requests
by Shadow Mon Oct 27, 2014 8:49 am
azeera's request! warning for unreality, maybe. give me more requests, i only have one more to do!
- bar night:
A group of strange creatures walk into a bar. It seems like a bad joke, but they're completely serious. /Life/ is the joke.
The faerie starts muching on the bad beer pretzels. they crack between their sharp teeth, traditionally used for biting mortals. they are a pixie in truth, but the name carries negative connotations. they're a badass bitch who's wings can dazzle their prey, not a tiny butterfly cutie. Although the two aren't mutually exclusive...
The elf is perched on a bar stool, downing pints of ale to drown their sorrows. Life is
long and hard, especially for the fae folk. Their enbyfriend, the pixie, is busy eating shitty mortal food and smiling sharky grins and winking at humans of all genders who pass them. they won't be coming home with the elf tonight.
The wooden pool tables are aflame, the balls rolling everywhere, with the exception of the cue ball. That is clutched in the claws of the dragon. They're trying to crack it, and having no luck. Suddenly, it shatters. Blue fluid is everywhere, as well as single die like that of a magic 8 ball. It lands, and the face pointing up reads: "Fuck you."
There are 3 tails coiled around a chair in a shield. The kitsune hunches down, hiding their face in their hands. their ears lay flat in an attempt to protect them from the noise, but to no avail. There's raucous singing from a drunken reveler standing on the bar and drinking out of a glass tumbler full of absinthe. the smell burns the kitsune's sensitive nose. They are crying and they don't know why.
The singer is a wolf, giving ululating wails and howls that echo around the bar. The dragon is strangely attracted to the wolf's mating song and they don't know why. Interspecies love is totally a thing that will be happening. the dragon takes flight, claiming their new princex in their claws and bursting through the ceiling. The wold is completely fine with this. Why wouldn't they be?
The shadows of the drunken crowd strain towards the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A shadowy creature is draped over the metal structure, and there's a carmelly smell as the heat singes them. They are basically dark, poisoned molasses. As the dragon flies away, they chomp at it. The shadow is seemingly unconcerned about losing their head to a dragon. They bleed out slowly, and their acidic blood carves pits in the wooden floor.
All of these creatures are related in a way, and not just because some cruel god has turned this all into a joke told for the amusement of their friends. God is a stand-up comedian. A bad one. No, that's not why. Those of them left flicker and waver, their matter flowing to a dark shape behind the bar. They laugh, and their applause resounds around the bar. They were all of the others. It was them. Their one-person show will go down in history. The bar is aflame, and they walk away with a smile.
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Re: Writing Requests
by Shadow Mon Oct 27, 2014 9:55 am
HUGE tw for gore and cannibalism. GIVE ME MORE REQUESTS
- Atilla and the elves:
Screams and smoke fill the air. The village is burning. The great Atilla is here. He rampages through the village, tearing elves in half. He's painted in their blood.
The crops and trees are withering. they scream too, awful strangled noises. Dryads shriek as their trees die. Elves cry for their homes and flowers.
A child of only 100 years stays behind to save their plants, or at least try. They're failing miserably. The dark aura surrounding Atilla as he raids them is killing everything.
The elf is grabbed by one ankle and shaken, brought up to a huge dark face. All they see in it are razor sharp teeth, grinning at them and then tearing into their skin. They scream over and over, but it doesn't stop him. Their skin is torn off and chewed in a disgusting squishy noise. Blood is everywhere. They wait for death, their shrieks dying. It takes a long time to come.
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Re: Writing Requests
by Ebony Mon Oct 27, 2014 10:38 am
Gay Anthro alpacas ^.^
Asexual biromantic vampire/werewolf couple
Sol and Luna go out drinking, Luna gets hit on by a mortal
Lesbian demons
Asexual ghost bisexual kitsune lovers
Ceezah/hiss go on a date
Asexual biromantic vampire/werewolf couple
Sol and Luna go out drinking, Luna gets hit on by a mortal
Lesbian demons
Asexual ghost bisexual kitsune lovers
Ceezah/hiss go on a date
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Re: Writing Requests
by Shadow Thu Oct 30, 2014 8:32 am
- gay alpaca love:
There's a land of emerald grass and sapphire sky, where furry creatures roam eating the jeweled fruit that falls from the trees, and drinking from the springs that come from the heart of the earth. That's not all they do, of course.
Boo wanders the forest, watchful for wolves. She doesn't want to be eaten. She has too many things to do! Starting with meeting her lover. Shade promised to meet her in the forest for a date, and they're damn well going to have one, no matter how many other alpacas she has to fight off with meteor bullets.
A strawberry alpaca jumps out at her, and she fires without really thinking about it. It tries to tackle her, but she dodges. Bitches ain't got shit on her. Love will keep up her strength and keep down her move usage.
When she comes upon Shade, she's battling a mint green bastard wearing wings that make him ridiculously agile. None of poor Shade's moves are hitting. She fires off a magic bullet at the attacker, and trots over his dazed body to nuzzle her cheek.
"Thanks."
"No problem. Love you."
"Love you too."
ebs request 2
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Re: Writing Requests
by Shadow Thu Oct 30, 2014 10:44 am
- vsmp:
Looking for prey is an... experience, with her lover along for the ride, making snarky comments and pointing out cute girls. "Look at her! She's totally your type! We can have a threesome and then kill her!" Everyone is her type, and that's maybe the stupidest idea ever. Zara is ludicrous.
Killing people is fun, but "inappropriate", so she wouldn't drain her victim anyway. Just drink until they were a little woozy and mentally suggestible to the lie that the only thing that happened was her going home with a pretty girl amd getting the sense fucked out of her.
Zara squeals and points at a girl with dark skin and white hair, jumping up and down in her excitement, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. The girl looks over and smiles, white teeth blindingly bright in the blacklight of the club. Zara bounces over, and after a short exchange of words, they all make it back to their apartment with much stumbling and kissing, and tangle together on the bed. They're never going to be able to seperate into 3 people again.
When Selene bites the girl, she shudders and clings to her with a cry. It's disgustingly hot. Apparently zara /does/ have good ideas.
outtake from the collab story me and eb are doing. 3 more to go.
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Re: Writing Requests
by Ebony Wed Nov 05, 2014 1:21 pm
Shadow says: can I haz more requests? NOT just anthro gays this time! And no self insert bullcrap! Ask for stories about the main rp!!!! :3c
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Re: Writing Requests
by Hissarray Wed Nov 05, 2014 1:22 pm
Nyx's origin story, I know you want to write that.
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Re: Writing Requests
by Shadow Wed Nov 05, 2014 1:59 pm
screams and tacklepounces
i love you???
it might be long, i will write it now :33c
i love you???
it might be long, i will write it now :33c
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Re: Writing Requests
by Shadow Wed Nov 05, 2014 2:51 pm
- nyx:
nyx used to be human. they dream of it when they sink into meditation, night terrors of when they were mortal and a she and above all, /lonely/. it is so much better being a creature of shadow, and not dealing with those nasty issues of gender or romance. they have tanglebuddies, and that's all they need.
she had found a book, a wondrous leather-bound book. she could hear it whispering, and she stole it then and there. no one noticed her hugging it to her chest like a small child's comfort toy. and after all, wasn't that what it was?
the eldritch horrors of the shadows of the world called to her, and the book that appeared gave her the chance to become one of them. she steeped herself in shadow magic, and c h a n g e d.
mortals aren't meant to be so near darkness. her eyes were the first to go, turning blank white and showing her the world in shades of black and white. next her hair, which everyone had always petted and cooed over. it turned into writhing tentacles that floated around her.
she began to refer to herself as a 'them'. weren't they plural, now? all the shadows were a part of them, and everything belonged to them. there could be no shadows without light, and that was theirs too.
they float through the world now, searching for t a n g l e b u d d i e s. they will never be alone anymore, or be forced to accept touches they do not want. they are more powerful than these strange fleshlings, and only in their dreams do they remember what they once were and weep for the poor, lonely little girl taken in by shadowy horrors.
poor nyx bb
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