SammyMcW

I Just Want Love...

William, as shown by the starter, isn't a bad kid. He's a good lad, and has never committed a crime or hurt a soul. His hunger was driving him to steal, and he acted out of desperation rather than malice or bad thoughts. He didn't want to commit a crime, but saw nothing else he could do. He's too young for a job other then a paper route, and those are very few now.

So, I am looking for someone to play the role of a mother or father to him. Someone to adopt and look after him, to help him become happy once more.

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Swallowing hard, William stepped into the Walmart and looked around as though trying to see if anyone was watching him or if they'd seen him enter. His small frame was buried in a hoodie two or three sizes too large for him, and he carried a rather large backpack over one shoulder.

He was so hungry, he felt exhausted and rather weak. He knew what he was going to do was wrong, and that he risked getting in an awful lot of trouble for it. But he was hungry and tired, and the little money he had on his person he needed to try and get a night or two in a rather cheap motel on the seedy, shady side of town.

Though he knew it wouldn't provide much energy or substance, he made his way down the candy aisle. He had the thought process that he could empty the cases into his bag easily, and stuff it full as possible. Then, when he next went to school, he could sell some of it on to make some more money and get a nice hot shower, rather than relying on the showers at work.

Kneeling down, the teen glanced around to make sure nobody was looking before he started to stuff anything he could in his bag. Chocolate, hard candies, soft candies, a few sodas... He felt on top of the world, but rather guilty too. He knew it was illegal, and was regretful, but he needed food and couldn't spend any of what he had on it.

"Oi!" He heard the shouts of two clerks, getting to his feet as fast as he could as he grabbed the bag in his arms. Running down the aisle, he darted around customers and shopping carts, and skidded around the corner to narrowly avoid hitting a stack of cans displayed in the middle of the floor. Glancing over his shoulder as he reached the exit, William ran straight into a cart and hit the floor with a groan as he was winded. Glancing up, he saw <Y/C> and his heart sank. He was worried as hell that he'd be in a lot of trouble right now, and didn't dare meet his/her face.

"Thief!" The manager called, various people turning to glare at William. He felt his cheeks heating up, but he couldn't yet stand and run more. He'd hurt his ankle rather badly, and was still rather winded and catching his breath. William knew full well what he'd done was awfully stupid, yet he was scared of the repercussions.

The Healing Heart of A Precious Pokemon.

//Alright, so I figured it'd be interesting to explore the bond between a Pokemon and an Autistic human.

Obviously, this won't be romantic.

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The world can certainly be an utterly terrifying place, even for those whom claim to be as brave as knights of old.

For Arthur Richards, the world felt so much more terrifying and so much more confusing. For, despite outward appearances, he most certainly was not the typical teenager. No, his mind worked so much more differently to that of most typical people his age, or even those younger. One simple word offered an explanation for all of this, though the inner mechanisms of his mind were so much more complex and difficult to sum up.

Autism.

His mind simply could not process anything like it might have done for someone else. Each noise seemed amplified one hundred times over, a conversation or more going on around him becoming a cacophony of confusion and fear. Lights seemed much brighter, and even a simple unexpected brush of a hand upon his arm, or the wrong type of material could send his senses into overdrive and his mindset spiralling out of all possible control.

Very few things seemed capable of calming him, or soothing him whenever he was anxious or having a moment of no control. Only one of those things was a Pokemon, and they couldn't always be around for him. The second was a worn looking plush Pancham, it's fur made of a flannel material and it's scent that of strawberries and milk. This was consistently in his hands, his pockets or tucked under his shirt so he could feel it against his skin at all times.

The third and final thing was water. The sound of rain provided surprising comfort for the 16 year old, despite his usual deep set aversion to any noise possible. The cleansing it seemed to provide after it fell, and the feel upon his skin were all factors that calmed the child-like male. He could sometimes be found sat by his window on stormy days, watching the rain bouncing off objects outside or rolling down his window. If it ever rained at night, Arthur would drift off to sleep very easily, as long as rain falling was all he could hear.

Speech wasn't something he ever showed himself capable of doing. He'd not spoken a word in his sixteen years on this earth, instead communicating through Makaton. Flashcards were kept in his bag, allowing the brunette to communicate his needs or desires through the medium of images. Though this could provide the occasional problem, he only typically utilised three cards. One with his panda, the second a book, and the third his house when he wanted to return back to his home.

Love Passes All Barriers (M x F)

Bump.

My Little Brother... Is Now My Little Sister? (Not Incest, Nor Romance.)

Honestly up to you. @Harlequ . Just shoot me it in a PM

"The Flames of Love" or "I Love You, I Promise." (Two Plots, Both Mature)

Bump.

My Little Brother... Is Now My Little Sister? (Not Incest, Nor Romance.)

I’m definitely interested, but I do have a couple questions;

1. Would the two be related by blood? Or would it simply be a sister like relationship?

2. Is there a preferred age range for the characters? Should they be around the same age, or could one potentially be, say, seven years older?

@Harlequ

1. Honestly, up to you. Regardless, my character would call yours "Sis" or some take on.

2. Anything up to 11 years older is fine. Robby is 15, so up to 26 years old for your character works.

My Little Brother... Is Now My Little Sister? (Not Incest, Nor Romance.)

So, I'm kinda looking for someone to be an older sister to my MtF character. Someone who can support her to transition, to help her do make up, etc. Sweet and cute kinda thing.

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Standing in front of a tall mirror, Robert bit his bottom lip slightly as a frown began to play upon his delicate features. Petite in build, he'd always liked to dress in what would be considered as traditionally feminine clothing, though he'd not done so properly in a good number of years.

His mother and father had always insisted it was just a phase he was going through, despite his own protests that he liked what he wore more than the masculine hand me downs from his older brothers. He had always felt much happier when wearing skirts, dresses and tank tops then he did in more masculine clothing, but had long given up on trying to obtain and wear such items. As miserable as it often made him feel, he knew the stress and anxiety others put him under would eventually make him feel much worse.

Tracing a finger across a small temporary cat tattoo across his left shoulder, he turned his attention to a bag upon the floor. Inside were a few items he'd purchased with his own money, to try and feed his desires and his curiosity. Picking out a black, knee-length skirt, his fingers ran across the material with a smile upon his lips. He'd not gone for leather or anything that would be viewed as sexualising how he dressed or felt, but rather a simple cotton piece.

Slipping it over his bare legs and up to his waist, he instantly felt better. This suited him to a tee, and he was starting to feel beautiful again. Next came a cute white tank top, a picture of a panda printed upon it. He found this to be utterly adorable, and felt it went perfectly with his skirt. Pink, lacy ankle socks were next, adding a little splash of colour to his outfit. Shoes were yet to be obtained, something to come at a later date.

Smiling again, he ran fingers through his curly, shoulder length locks. He'd certainly have to seek out some make up tips eventually, though the fact he was naturally androgynous looking and on the "cute side" helped to sell him as being a woman. Grabbing his phone, he couldn't help but snap a few selfies. He felt good about himself for the first time in years, and wished he could show it off to someone for once.

During all of this though, two things hadn't occurred to him. The first was a simple error, in that his phone currently failed to lock correctly unless the button was pressed and held down for between 7 and 10 seconds.

The second, and most fatal mistake, was the fact his siblings both had easy access to his bedroom at most times. They'd not been home whilst Robby was indulging himself in his new outfit, so the idea that anybody would discover him in this getup certainly wasn't a factor in his current thoughts.

Leaving the main part of his bedroom to head into the en-suite bathroom he had, any sounds from his bedroom would soon be drowned out by the running water of the shower, and his own (Admittedly quite tuneful) singing.

As such, he didn't hear his older brothers entering his room, nor the malicious laughter or comments coming as they copied his recent selfies across to the phones they owned. He most certainly wasn't currently aware of the fact they were uploading the images to Facebook or Twitter either, where friends of both them and himself would soon be able to see them.

In fact, he'd not been aware of this until sometime later, when he'd discovered the images upon checking his own Facebook feed. A horrible sinking feeling washed over him upon first catching sight, dread and nausea washing over him as he scrolled slowly down. Not even daring to glance at the reactions, the number of comments hit him with a new pang of terror.

150 in the last two hours alone. Not wishing to read them, he lay upon his bed. Sleep would never come that night, and he lay awake listening to the sounds of messages and notifications, daring not to check a single one, yet unable to bring himself to log off. It was as though he was punishing himself for being vain enough to take the images. (Despite vanity being something he'd never indulged in!)

When morning did eventually come round, Robert felt exhausted beyond belief. His head was pounding, and he felt miserable. Stepping into the shower, he couldn't help but dread going to school that day. It never occurred to him that people might not have had any issue with his cross-dressing love, only able to focus on the potential hate that might've awaited him.

Unlikely Love. (MxF)

Bump.

The Good, The Bad And The In Love.

Bump.

RPG 'Yearbook' Discussion.

We need a "Best Haley" catagory.