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STATUS: Just a heads up I had the Oxford jab last week and the flu side effects kicked my arse. Replies are coming I’m just exhausted 4 yrs ago
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Just a heads up I had the Oxford jab last week and the flu side effects kicked my arse. Replies are coming I’m just exhausted
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All right. I am back after a hiatus, and looking to bump up my stories once again. I am female, I am in my twenties, I am a nurse and a mother to a scrumptious little three year old, and pregnant with my second child. That is all you really need to know about my real life.
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I have since given birth to my second child, a gorgeous little boy. I am active but understand that babies are needy and exhausting.
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I have since given birth to my second child, a gorgeous little boy. I am active but understand that babies are needy and exhausting.
t h e r u l e s ;;
[1] So, let’s start with the rules. Firstly, I must say that I require an active partner both IC and OOC. I like to keep in contact with my partners and bounce ideas back and forth. I fully understand that we all have lives, and mine is hectic and chaotic, but I always set time aside for my stories (extenuating circumstances dictating) and would like a partner who could do the same. In a perfect world, you’d be able to provide a post every three days. Anything more than that then perhaps I am not the writing partner for you.
[2] Secondly, I like detailed and lengthy posts. I enjoy writing, and love reading. If I give an 8 paragraph post and am met with a two paragraph reply, it is quite disheartening. I am not saying you must do a novel a post, but something to work off of please? I fully expect interaction posts to be shorter, but I love details!
[3] Next the story, I am looking for a story not a cyber-fest. I do not mind mature stories and indeed some of the listed stories are of a more mature setting, but I don’t want just smut, it bores me and I will lose interest. I need a story to lose myself in, with a lot of build-up and development.
[4] Third person, past tense only. It is a personal preference but I am quite unyielding on this.
[5] I am looking for a male role to play against my female. That being said, I am not opposed to playing multiple characters so long as I am met with the same courtesy. I do actually prefer to double on characters in fandom stories, or even go out and have a love triangle going on.
[6] If you see an (M) below, it means mature. Not that the story needs to head that way but the origins are most certainly 18+
[2] Secondly, I like detailed and lengthy posts. I enjoy writing, and love reading. If I give an 8 paragraph post and am met with a two paragraph reply, it is quite disheartening. I am not saying you must do a novel a post, but something to work off of please? I fully expect interaction posts to be shorter, but I love details!
[3] Next the story, I am looking for a story not a cyber-fest. I do not mind mature stories and indeed some of the listed stories are of a more mature setting, but I don’t want just smut, it bores me and I will lose interest. I need a story to lose myself in, with a lot of build-up and development.
[4] Third person, past tense only. It is a personal preference but I am quite unyielding on this.
[5] I am looking for a male role to play against my female. That being said, I am not opposed to playing multiple characters so long as I am met with the same courtesy. I do actually prefer to double on characters in fandom stories, or even go out and have a love triangle going on.
[6] If you see an (M) below, it means mature. Not that the story needs to head that way but the origins are most certainly 18+
t h e i d e a s ;;
I am really after some decent fandom writing, and with someone who can write out a few paragraphs.
I have listed the fandoms I am looking for below, and also the male character I would like someone to play. In return, I will play as any male character you'd like if we are to double. If single, then I will play the female of your choice. I am not opposed to creating all OC's in the set world, so long as they suit the story.
To reiterate, I would prefer to double but am happy to play as just one character also.
[1] First person, past tense only!
[2] A minimum of high casual standards please.
[3] Please play the character as they are portrayed in the show/book/movie, that is why I chose them.
IDEAS
The Vikings - Ragnar Lothbrok, Rollo Lothbrok
Marvel - Thor, Deadpool, Young Magneto, Wolverine
The Tudors - Charles Brandon, King Henry VIII
LOST - James 'Sawyer' Ford
Sons of Anarchy - Jax Teller
The Hunger Games Trilogy - Gale Hawthorn
Spartacus (Any season) - Gannicus, Crixus
Harry Potter - Viktor Krum, Sirius Black, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley (and many more)
True Blood - Warlow, Eric Northman, Alcide Herveaux
Twilight - Emmett Cullen, Jasper Cullen, Edward Cullen
Percy Jackson -Would prefer OC's in this
King Arthur (2004) -Dagonet, Gawain, Galahad, Arthur
The Lost Boys - Dwayne
Labyrinth - Jareth
Young Guns - Chavez
I may be open to more, just ask. However, I do not follow anything anime related.
Unaware of the display happening not far from the horses, Catherine was completely enamoured by the creature. Her lithe fingers traced patterns down the side of the horse, the course hair folding beneath her touch. She smiled as she looked to the horse, which seemed to hold herself without the haughtiness of her father’s stock. Quite often the horses were so heavily regimented that their spirits were broken, and Catherine would feel deep pity at the broken look in their eyes. Animals weren’t held in affectionate thoughts to the people of her class; they were merely there to serve. Catherine often believed herself so out of place quite often, from her love of literature to her dislike for dinner parties, she was most different to others of her standing. She was expected to be a fine young lady in society, but her mind was filled with thoughts of adventure and more, a mind that would be heavily disciplined if any were to discover.
Catherine smiled still as she reached for the little bag beside the stable door, pulling out a sugar cube. “I am sure we would both be in trouble for this” Catherine mused as she extended her flattened hand, and just as the horses lips snatched up the treat, a voice sounded from the side which startled her a little.
“Oh” Catherine said somewhat dumbfounded as she tried to gather herself, smoothing out the rustle in her skirt. “Yes…” she quickly added, looking from the man back to the horse. “Yes she is lovely”. Catherine turned back to the man and once her eyes were steady she quickly learned was the animal tamer. Whilst she’d found him majestic before there was something extraordinary about him up close. Almost like one of the characters from one of the many books she had read, there was almost a magical element to him. Perhaps it was the fearless way he had interacted with the animals, the way he had danced with beasts so fierce. But standing this close to him now, she was almost overpowered by a mystical power that he carried, one that made no sense to the blonde.
“She is most different to the horses I know” Catherine confessed, returning her attention to the mare. Catherine had expected a swift escort back to the crowds, a colourful insult of some kind. She had heard nothing but unpleasant things about the Gypsy fold and those who worked at the circus. But the man spoke with an unexpected kindness, and even if she was somewhat knocked off balance by the exoticness of his looks, she did not miss the fondness in his eyes when he looked to the horse. At least this horse would never know the burden or agony of bearing reigns and forced into prancing at the lead of fancy carriage.
Returning her hand to the horse once she was nuzzled by her, she once again took the man into sight. “Your show was incredible… but do they not scare you?” Catherine asked, unable to hold back the excitement of talking about such a subject.
Catherine smiled still as she reached for the little bag beside the stable door, pulling out a sugar cube. “I am sure we would both be in trouble for this” Catherine mused as she extended her flattened hand, and just as the horses lips snatched up the treat, a voice sounded from the side which startled her a little.
“Oh” Catherine said somewhat dumbfounded as she tried to gather herself, smoothing out the rustle in her skirt. “Yes…” she quickly added, looking from the man back to the horse. “Yes she is lovely”. Catherine turned back to the man and once her eyes were steady she quickly learned was the animal tamer. Whilst she’d found him majestic before there was something extraordinary about him up close. Almost like one of the characters from one of the many books she had read, there was almost a magical element to him. Perhaps it was the fearless way he had interacted with the animals, the way he had danced with beasts so fierce. But standing this close to him now, she was almost overpowered by a mystical power that he carried, one that made no sense to the blonde.
“She is most different to the horses I know” Catherine confessed, returning her attention to the mare. Catherine had expected a swift escort back to the crowds, a colourful insult of some kind. She had heard nothing but unpleasant things about the Gypsy fold and those who worked at the circus. But the man spoke with an unexpected kindness, and even if she was somewhat knocked off balance by the exoticness of his looks, she did not miss the fondness in his eyes when he looked to the horse. At least this horse would never know the burden or agony of bearing reigns and forced into prancing at the lead of fancy carriage.
Returning her hand to the horse once she was nuzzled by her, she once again took the man into sight. “Your show was incredible… but do they not scare you?” Catherine asked, unable to hold back the excitement of talking about such a subject.
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That was just an opener, I tend to babble a bit during an opening post. I won't keep up the 1000+ words in the future, don't worry. Three decent paragraphs is good enough for me. And also, it's about quality not quantity and you're a good writer.
Please don't feel like you need to do novel style posts each time. Interaction posts will naturally be shorter.
Please don't feel like you need to do novel style posts each time. Interaction posts will naturally be shorter.
The extensive grounds of their new home still confused her, despite the time already spent in residence the young socialite could easily find herself lost. Still not quite accustomed to the more luscious surroundings and with a daily pang of longing for London, Catherine could not have been more delighted with the news her father broke one morning. Having felt the withdrawals of events and spectaculars by their relocation down south, she could barely contain the excitement that came with the arrival of a travelling circus. Unlike before where she would have to venture to Hyde Park or further, now the vast grounds owned by her dad would play host. It served to steer her mind away from her recent engagement.
A lover of anything that connected her to her youth, she’d always been fascinated by the magic of the circus. From the aerobatic dancers, to the exotic animals and the breath-taking stunts and displays, all of it caused such wonder to the young blonde.
On the day of the opener, and under almost constant rain, Rose and her older cousin Angela were all a giggle as they readied themselves. The older of the girls had the Wellington’s dark hair and handsome features, taller of structure with a fuller figure. Her wedding was little more than a few weeks away, and there was a noticeable change in the brunettes personality and demeanour as she prepared herself for married life. Catherine, though a woman by society was still in possession of softness to her. Her blue eye, though of shape were wide and always so full of life. But surrounded by a mass of lengthy, curled lashes gave them quite the alluring capabilities over those she held in company. A smile that could charm and an infectious tinker of a laugh, Catherine was often described as the walking copy of her mother.
Taming her long golden hair into position and securing with grips and ribbons, Angela whittled on about her new life down in Plymouth, and all Catherine could think of was what was going to happen to her once she had left. Her mother had passed two years after arriving to their new home, and as a way to cope her father put all his efforts into expanding and maintaining the Leigh Park estate, building vast walls around Staunton to secure the lands. It had been his late wife’s dream and he was sure to see it done in her memory. Though he kept a hand in society and his politics, kept in public life and was even Inspector-General of Aldershot, within the privacy of his home he was a deeply depressed and saddened man. Was Catherine to be left alone with only the company of such a melancholy man? Was it selfish for her to think in such a way? Her face fell a little as she looked back into the mirror and to her reflection, feeling guilty for thinking of her own plight and not that of her father.
But distraction quickly came as a knock at the door sounded, and the news of arriving company was told. Rose and Angela quickly dressed, knowing her brothers had come. A boned bodice pulled in her frame; flattening the front of her body, save for her breasts that curved up, pressed uncomfortably tight against her. Fashion had changed so much since she had arrived, though she was ever thankful that the uncomfortable bustle was now completely out of style. Though dresses remained gathered and accentuated at the back. It left the front of her attire looking narrow and smooth, but from behind multiple layers and ruffles fell. By the time she was announced ready, Catherine looked to the light blue gown with such delight she couldn’t help but squeal as she was aided downstairs and where she saw Frederick waiting.
Reunions were made and pleasantries exchanged, with her brother helping her into her coat as she asked all about his officer training and what life was like now in the army. His wife stood to the side, a little sour of expression and nursing a noticeable swell in her belly, she had declined to attend the circus, fearing the excitement may compromise her unborn child. No one really persuaded her or made the effort for the woman to join them; Catherine hadn’t seen her beloved brother since the burial of their mother. With her gloved hand tucked into the crook of his elbow as he told her about his meeting with her betrothed, and how the man was to make it down in a few days. Rose was still a little uncertain on the matter, having heard nothing but unpleasant things about the serving man. Apparently he was of a cruel and impatient disposition, and had little time for frivolities such as a circus.
Once again conversation served as a perfect time killer, and before they knew it they were grouped amongst the benches all smiles and excited whispers and lights dimmed down and the show began. Along with Frederick, Catherine cheered loud and applauded with enthusiasm. Gasping at the test of strength by the ‘Strong man’ and gasping in awe at the displays by the dancers and performers, any trouble of her future and nuptials were quickly forced from her mind. Even the comic tramps had tears rolling down her side from laughing so much. And then they moved to the last show, what she so looked forward to, leaning forwards a little as she clutched her gloves in her lap, watching as the animals were shown. But unlike the others around her, her interest was not just of amusement, but wonder. Catherine had always loved animals, though her own interactions were limited to horses and dogs. But the majestic natures of these creatures had her in awe, caused her heart to skip and face to crease in genuine contentment.
Catherine watched as another was plucked from the crowd, a mild pout creasing her painted lips as the girl was made part of the routine. A little flash of envy was felt, wishing she could be so fortunate as to get so close to the beautiful animals. But it was when the fearless and graceful animal trainer leaned in, and her attention moved over the dark haired man that she felt a flicker of something else, something almost as compelling as the show itself. It caused Catherine to falter and her eyes to stare, jostled only by her cheering brother and with it knocked back into sense.
And then far too quickly it was over, the performance was called an end and the noise from the audience rose quickly, talks and laughter bouncing off of the tent as her own party made their way to the exit. But as she walked, Catherine looked to the side as someone bumped into her, and caught sight of some others looking at the animal stars of the show. “Oh Frederick, we have to go over” Catherine said, pointing over to where she intended. However her brother was momentarily distracted by her father’s introduction of someone, and Catherine decided to use their temporary lapse in concentration to her advantage. Nibbling down on her bottom lip in a mischievous way, Catherine tucked her gloves into her pocket before weaving her way through the crowd and heading round to where the animals were. But she didn’t stop to just watch as they were walked back to stable or cage, instead slipping to the side to look to the horses.
Her father was an expert on horses, and through him she’d established a love for the equine. These, though perhaps not the perfect breeds her father handled, were beautiful in their own right. And it was one of the whitest coat she’d ever seen that caught her attention. Almost bright enough to blind, this had been the very horse that had caused her breath to hitch when she had been in the audience. Slowly she extended a hand, stopping only when the horse lowered its head to her open fingers and she smiled, her delicate fingers stroking gently through the creatures mane, a smile as wide as ever illuminating the young girls face.
A lover of anything that connected her to her youth, she’d always been fascinated by the magic of the circus. From the aerobatic dancers, to the exotic animals and the breath-taking stunts and displays, all of it caused such wonder to the young blonde.
On the day of the opener, and under almost constant rain, Rose and her older cousin Angela were all a giggle as they readied themselves. The older of the girls had the Wellington’s dark hair and handsome features, taller of structure with a fuller figure. Her wedding was little more than a few weeks away, and there was a noticeable change in the brunettes personality and demeanour as she prepared herself for married life. Catherine, though a woman by society was still in possession of softness to her. Her blue eye, though of shape were wide and always so full of life. But surrounded by a mass of lengthy, curled lashes gave them quite the alluring capabilities over those she held in company. A smile that could charm and an infectious tinker of a laugh, Catherine was often described as the walking copy of her mother.
Taming her long golden hair into position and securing with grips and ribbons, Angela whittled on about her new life down in Plymouth, and all Catherine could think of was what was going to happen to her once she had left. Her mother had passed two years after arriving to their new home, and as a way to cope her father put all his efforts into expanding and maintaining the Leigh Park estate, building vast walls around Staunton to secure the lands. It had been his late wife’s dream and he was sure to see it done in her memory. Though he kept a hand in society and his politics, kept in public life and was even Inspector-General of Aldershot, within the privacy of his home he was a deeply depressed and saddened man. Was Catherine to be left alone with only the company of such a melancholy man? Was it selfish for her to think in such a way? Her face fell a little as she looked back into the mirror and to her reflection, feeling guilty for thinking of her own plight and not that of her father.
But distraction quickly came as a knock at the door sounded, and the news of arriving company was told. Rose and Angela quickly dressed, knowing her brothers had come. A boned bodice pulled in her frame; flattening the front of her body, save for her breasts that curved up, pressed uncomfortably tight against her. Fashion had changed so much since she had arrived, though she was ever thankful that the uncomfortable bustle was now completely out of style. Though dresses remained gathered and accentuated at the back. It left the front of her attire looking narrow and smooth, but from behind multiple layers and ruffles fell. By the time she was announced ready, Catherine looked to the light blue gown with such delight she couldn’t help but squeal as she was aided downstairs and where she saw Frederick waiting.
Reunions were made and pleasantries exchanged, with her brother helping her into her coat as she asked all about his officer training and what life was like now in the army. His wife stood to the side, a little sour of expression and nursing a noticeable swell in her belly, she had declined to attend the circus, fearing the excitement may compromise her unborn child. No one really persuaded her or made the effort for the woman to join them; Catherine hadn’t seen her beloved brother since the burial of their mother. With her gloved hand tucked into the crook of his elbow as he told her about his meeting with her betrothed, and how the man was to make it down in a few days. Rose was still a little uncertain on the matter, having heard nothing but unpleasant things about the serving man. Apparently he was of a cruel and impatient disposition, and had little time for frivolities such as a circus.
Once again conversation served as a perfect time killer, and before they knew it they were grouped amongst the benches all smiles and excited whispers and lights dimmed down and the show began. Along with Frederick, Catherine cheered loud and applauded with enthusiasm. Gasping at the test of strength by the ‘Strong man’ and gasping in awe at the displays by the dancers and performers, any trouble of her future and nuptials were quickly forced from her mind. Even the comic tramps had tears rolling down her side from laughing so much. And then they moved to the last show, what she so looked forward to, leaning forwards a little as she clutched her gloves in her lap, watching as the animals were shown. But unlike the others around her, her interest was not just of amusement, but wonder. Catherine had always loved animals, though her own interactions were limited to horses and dogs. But the majestic natures of these creatures had her in awe, caused her heart to skip and face to crease in genuine contentment.
Catherine watched as another was plucked from the crowd, a mild pout creasing her painted lips as the girl was made part of the routine. A little flash of envy was felt, wishing she could be so fortunate as to get so close to the beautiful animals. But it was when the fearless and graceful animal trainer leaned in, and her attention moved over the dark haired man that she felt a flicker of something else, something almost as compelling as the show itself. It caused Catherine to falter and her eyes to stare, jostled only by her cheering brother and with it knocked back into sense.
And then far too quickly it was over, the performance was called an end and the noise from the audience rose quickly, talks and laughter bouncing off of the tent as her own party made their way to the exit. But as she walked, Catherine looked to the side as someone bumped into her, and caught sight of some others looking at the animal stars of the show. “Oh Frederick, we have to go over” Catherine said, pointing over to where she intended. However her brother was momentarily distracted by her father’s introduction of someone, and Catherine decided to use their temporary lapse in concentration to her advantage. Nibbling down on her bottom lip in a mischievous way, Catherine tucked her gloves into her pocket before weaving her way through the crowd and heading round to where the animals were. But she didn’t stop to just watch as they were walked back to stable or cage, instead slipping to the side to look to the horses.
Her father was an expert on horses, and through him she’d established a love for the equine. These, though perhaps not the perfect breeds her father handled, were beautiful in their own right. And it was one of the whitest coat she’d ever seen that caught her attention. Almost bright enough to blind, this had been the very horse that had caused her breath to hitch when she had been in the audience. Slowly she extended a hand, stopping only when the horse lowered its head to her open fingers and she smiled, her delicate fingers stroking gently through the creatures mane, a smile as wide as ever illuminating the young girls face.
MADDIE
Sat at the back and out of immediate shot of the teacher, Maddie dug her phone out of her bag. Her phone was bleeping away numerous notifications, and it was with a fond yet sad smile she scrolled through them all. She missed her pals back home, she missed England. She really did not get America, so many things were different. She couldn’t quite grasp this driving on the other side of the road, and she was convinced she was going to have a crash soon. The numerous advert breaks during the TV shows here were different, and she was pining for the Soaps and reality shows she adored back home. Maddie desperately wished she had siblings so at least she wouldn’t feel so isolated. Her father was so often busy with his new wife, and whilst Maddie got on with her, she wasn’t one could call a friend. She sighed and rested her chin on her hand as the English teacher announced the years study plans, and of an upcoming trip they’d be taken on to watch a play.
Maddie was aware of the attention she was receiving from the other students, and was constantly in their eyes or on their tongues. The blonde pushed a hand through her hair and tried to act indifferent to the attention she received, but in truth it was starting to grate on her. Maddie wasn’t exactly a shy person or an introvert, but being stared at was enough to make anyone feel uncomfortable. She jotted down notes and spent most the lesson secretly on her phone, talking amongst her friends back home and telling them all about life state side.
The lesson continued and Maddie took little notice of what was going on. When her phone quietened down she was left with either education or her thoughts, and what was prominent was those red eyes. She thought back on her vision, and she remained confused. Previously whatever she had seen had always come true, had always been to do with the familiar. Yet now she could make no sense of those blood red eyes and the gleaming teeth, nor of the sun, it was all nonsense. Maddie found herself looking around for someone with red eyes, as if it would be staring right back at her. And when the bell rang, the confusion had developed into a genuine headache.
Maddie was aware of the attention she was receiving from the other students, and was constantly in their eyes or on their tongues. The blonde pushed a hand through her hair and tried to act indifferent to the attention she received, but in truth it was starting to grate on her. Maddie wasn’t exactly a shy person or an introvert, but being stared at was enough to make anyone feel uncomfortable. She jotted down notes and spent most the lesson secretly on her phone, talking amongst her friends back home and telling them all about life state side.
The lesson continued and Maddie took little notice of what was going on. When her phone quietened down she was left with either education or her thoughts, and what was prominent was those red eyes. She thought back on her vision, and she remained confused. Previously whatever she had seen had always come true, had always been to do with the familiar. Yet now she could make no sense of those blood red eyes and the gleaming teeth, nor of the sun, it was all nonsense. Maddie found herself looking around for someone with red eyes, as if it would be staring right back at her. And when the bell rang, the confusion had developed into a genuine headache.
EDWARD
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