SammyMcW

I Love You..

I love this idea. Romance and drama are my favorite genres. <3 I love the idea of a romance developing through them overcoming this together. Mind if I give your idea a shot? :)

@DestinyStar

That's fine!

I Love You..

Crying. As James stood in the doorway to one of the art classrooms, a look of sorrow and worry danced on his features as he watched his classmate crying. He could hear the sorrow and despair in her sobs, her tears racing down her face. She seemed to be almost curled up in the corner, and he just wanted to go over and take her into his arms. Hold her, let her cry against him and allow her to let it all out.

"I heard what happened."

James's gentle and warm voice passed his soft lips, as he made his way into the classroom and sat down next to her. His hand reached out and gently touched her own, though he withdrew it so she'd not feel overwhelmed or forced to take it from him. Instead, he sat close enough to allow her to make her own choice as to what she did with him being there. "If you want to talk about it, I'm right here." A small, genuine smile crossed his lips as he drew his knees to his chest and glanced over at the woman.

"But if you are gonna cry against me, please wipe your nose first." It was a gentle teasing, and he clearly meant nothing by it. He just wanted to see if she'd smile for even a second. He was such a gentle soul, and one whom had been through hell at this school. Once rather overweight, he was bullied endlessly for it. He had just.. disappeared one day, and returned nearly a year later with quite a bit of weight loss. He was less likely to talk to others now, but his gentle giant persona was still there. He just wasn't as.. fat, for lack of a better word.

//So, I kinda wanted this to be friendship and eventual romance. James is a gentle sort, kind and sweet though he is anxious when it comes to being social and kinda shys away from talking to strangers or interacting with classmates to a degree. He's rather lonely because of this, and the bullying he's been through in the past.

I kinda thought of two possible ways for Y/C to be played, but of course they don't have to be. The first could be a popular girl who picked on him when he was.. larger, and was perhaps one of the worst offenders when it came to this. He's forgiven people for it, though it took him until a year ago to forgive her.

The other was the more.. gentle one. I kinda imagined Y/C here as an emo girl, someone picked on a lot in her old school. She's been here a month, and James is the only person to be nice to her thus far. He's not aware of the bullying that goes on when he's not near her, and this would be when he finds out about it all. He'd be hiding the guilt he feels at not being able to look after and protect his only ever friend.

also I love the idea that regardless, James's crush on her is a little clear. Kissing his cheek to make him get all embarrassed because she finds it funny and cute how flustered he gets over it.

Lying? Or Protecting Yourself?

//So, it's cliched as all buggary but I kinda like the idea anyway so fuck it.

SO, I want to play a character whom is male to female, and though has not yet transitioned uses female pronouns and dresses as such. For all intents and purposes, unless you know them it's rather difficult to guess their gender.

Recently transferring to an all girl's school, they are to be dormed alone but a mix up results in Charlie (M/C) ending up with Y/C in a room, something they don't want for a number of reasons.

Now, I kinda figured Y/C is the sorta.. queen bee type. Rich, used to getting her own way, popular and well loved with more friends then she knows what to do with. She's the sort whom tends to pick on those less fortunate, though whether that's through upbringing, personality or whatever is really up to you!

Obviously at some point the reveal of Charlie's biological sex would come out. I figured either she'd find out by accident, walking in on him OR it'd be pushed out forcefully by a rather cruel bully.

We could sorta focus on how things change. I love the idea that she seems angry with him, as though Charlie hid it all these months to hurt her when infact she's more cross that he doesn't make himself look as adorable/cute as he really could be if he tried.

Robby Not At All Rotten

i have very little actual fucking plot i just want to give my robby character some attention

Going to try one final gambit here.

So would anyone possibly be interested in playing a big sister sort of figure for him? Obviously if you wanted him to be related his surname is changeable.

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Tears.

Tears flowed down Robert "Robby" Henshaw's cheeks at an alarming rate as he sat at his desk, head in his arms and sobs passing his lips as he trembled like a leaf in the wind. His long, blonde hair cascaded over, hiding his features from anybody whom dared to enter the small male's bedroom.

After a moment more of silent sobs, his head lifted upon hearing someone enter his bedroom. His bottom lip was still quivering, his pale face stained with tears, his cheeks red and standing out rather starkly against the rest of his features. His nose had run too whilst sobbing, and the poor boy looked distraught. Nothing was said by him, his big eyes studying the other person's features through his own tears.

It was 6 am, barely the time to be in such a wound up state as he currently was. But given the events of last night, and the fact he'd not slept a wink.. there was good reason for this. His sobs grew more desperate and despairing once more, as he squeezed his eyes shut and gripped his hair. It came off in his hand with surprising ease as he hurled it to the floor as though disgusted with himself. His natural hair was revealed, short and brown locks which he hated with a passion too.

He clenched his tiny hands into a fist, letting out a heartbreaking wail as his hands relaxed, recalling the events of last night with horror and reluctance in equal measure.

--Last Night--

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 silky, blonde and delicate wig. 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 older brothers 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. He was much too focused on getting his clothes just right! Not that he planned to wear them long at all.

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, Instagram 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!)

Thank You For Saving Me..

Good/Nerdy Boy x Bad/Tough Gal (18+)

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Fear. Pain. The laughter. The taste of blood.

Arthur stood, his back against the wall as his breathing grew ever more rapid with each moment that passed by. Blood trickled from his nose down to his chin, running over his lips like a crimson river. Bruising had already begun to form around his left eye, as well as on his chest and stomach beneath the clothes he wore.

For Arthur, these sorts of beatings were rather common. He'd never been a fighter, rather.. small and thin in his stature. His lack of willingness to engage in physical violence didn't help, nor did the fact he'd never actually thrown a punch in his life. As such, this and his scrawny build both combined to make him a nice, easy target for some of the more thuggish of his classmates. After all, why would they challenge someone they might lose to when they could kick the ass of someone more weak?

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Arthur tensed slightly as though anticipating the next punch. He heard the footsteps of someone approaching, rather heavy as the thuggish, brutish man made his way towards the scrawnier male. The laughter of his attacker's gang seemed to echo in his ears, taunting and cruel in nature. Footsteps came from his left hand side now too, lighter slightly yet showing just as much dominance as though steps were taken in anger.

Yet, the laughter seemed to stop seconds later and the punch never hit Arthur. He opened his eyes cautiously, to see the back of someone he didn't at first recognise. He could also see, however, his tormentor sat on his own ass on the floor. A breath of relief passed Arthur's lips, though the pain he felt seemed to mix in with this.

"Th..thank you." He breathed out, glancing at his saviour before making his way carefully and slowly to her side. His limp was rather bad, and he seemed to be in pain. Despite this though, he couldn't help but smile at the woman

no.

That's because you are, to be fair.

I Just Wanna Be Loved, You Know?

So, basic idea. Like all mine tbf.

I figured that Y/C is a student known for aggressive behaviour and her tough attitude towards people. Powerful in both persona and physical strength, she could be rather protective of William after finding out what's going on at home and even kick the asses of those who hurt her sweet little friend. I could see her being the sort to put her life on the line for William.

She is paired with William for a school project, in an attempt to see if he can calm her down.

Though William is initially rather shy, he eventually begins to speak to and warms up to her. He's silent about the abuse at home, and refuses to speak about much to do with home life. He never removes his hoodie either, hiding his body from view. His hair is always across his face to an extent, in order to try and prevent eye contact.

Eventually though, the two do speak about his... less then steller home life after she comes clean about her own past.

Yes, my intention is that Y/C was abused at home as a child, though was adopted at a youngish age, and thus escaped it earlier than William.

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Misery.

To say that William was feeling miserable would be an utter, quite insulting, understatement and a half. He felt... quite a mixture of emotions, despite them all being on the negative side of things.

Depression. Anger. Fear. Hurt. Alone. Terrible.

Today alone, he'd cycled through all of these, and much more besides. Genuine happiness was impossible, and had been for the last year or two. He could certainly fake a smile, and could put his parents off the scent of what was really going on.

Blood. Tears. Pain.

Every time he entered the bathroom at home, all three of these would be easily accomplished. He had control over two of these, much to his brief pride. It was something he could prevent the bullies from causing to him, and he found a tiny spark of enjoyment in this.

Watching the crimson liquid drip into the sink, his eyes moved over to the mirror that hung over the fitting. His skin was pale, his chocolate brown eyes dark and standing as a stark contrast to his skin. Bags hung under his eyes, dark rings from a lack of sleep. His dark black hair was down to his shoulders, framing his features.

Frowning some as he squinted, the male noted a slight bruise starting upon his right cheek. Must have been from when he was shoved into the lockers. Prehaps he could blame the newest marks upon his arm on that. Looking down, a cold smirk played upon his lips. Three scars on the left, four on the right. He always avoided gym, and hooded tops meant his arms were always covered up. He knew that the marks were there, and nobody else did. Good. Just how he wanted it.

Stepping over to the full length mirror, he looked at his thin body. He'd shed a lot of weight, no longer an overweight child. Instead, he was much too thin now. But this was better than the alternative. He'd rather not weigh much, then be large, ugly and gross. It didn't matter that his ribs could be seen, nor that he looked overly ill if anyone ever saw his body. Nobody could, and thanks to the clothes he wore, they wouldn't know.

The following morning, William sat alone, occupying his usual seat in the far right corner. It was very rare that anyone spoke to him, them all seeming to view him as strange and odd. He never spoke a word to anybody at all, and seemed to be quite sad all the time. Dressed in baggy clothes again, his posture was always rather withdrawn and insular as though he was constantly protecting himself from harm.

To an extent, he was. Once more, his baggy clothes hid the bruises and cuts he wore all over his body, his form unhealthily thin but rather well concealed from prying eye. His messenger bag was always held close to his body, as though it contained the secrets to the universe. And whilst it didn't, it did contain his sketchbook and a little black notebook. Both of these contained his secrets, his pain, his sorrow. He only brought it to school to prevent his brother or father finding it and seeing what was written inside.

Gazing around from behind his thick framed glasses, his baby blue eyes seemed to dart around nervously as though looking for danger from every corner. Half-listening to his teacher, he could see the older male talking to a female classmate before gesturing towards William. The blonde was worried as to why he was being spoken about, but tried not to think too much about it. He just wanted to sleep, to be safe and sound.

The Grundlesnart's Cavern [18+, seeking Female for FxF or MxF, some others.]

Bumping this for you <3

I Can Love You, Cutie.

Bump.

She's Making Her Amends... But Will They Let Her? (MxF)

Back after a short absence.