SammyMcWhammy

I Love You. (FxF. 18+)

ou're beautiful
You're beautiful
You're beautiful, it's true
I saw your face in a crowded place
And I don't know what to do
'Cause I'll never be with you

You're beautiful
You're beautiful
You're beautiful, it's true
There must be an angel with a smile on her face
When she thought up that I should be with you
But it's time to face the truth
I will never be with you

Or will she?

Good afternoon!

I am currently seeking literate, female writers for a friendship plot based around two female characters, which could possible evolve into a romantic plot much later on if needed. (Or they can be dating from the very start, this can be discussed.)

Effectively, for this story, I'm looking for a female character to be friends with Alice. From the elbow down, she is missing her right arm. This is due to an accident, which will be mentioned/occur through flashbacks. This massively effects her self-confidence, and she only recently is brave enough to go out without wearing clothes to try and mask the fact she'd lost a limb. It's up to you if she's someone society considers "perfect", or if she too has an injury or something which allows her to understand how Alice feels, and for Alice to understand her.

Personally, I think it'll be more interesting for the one whom is Alice's friend to be someone who used to pick on her at school, and would seem the most unlikely of people to defend her from those who have negative things to say about her now. Prehaps it could be guilt, or Alice could have comforted her or had a heart to heart with her before the accident. We can discuss this, however.

There doesn't need to be romance, though I will be sticking to the fact Alice likes women. A one-sided crush is very possibly a thing I can bring in.

The youngest I'll write Alice is 18, and this is also the youngest I'll accept your character. I'm also NOT looking for writers under 18, as this may end up dealing with more adult themes as the story progresses. If we're going for 18, it's up to you if we set this in or out of a high school setting.

I've attached a writing sample, so you can see my style.~

[Spoiler=Writing Sample]

"Do I look beautiful enough?" Alice stood before the full-length mirror located in the bathroom, her hand clasped around a necklace in front of her nervously. Her thin form was currently clad in a long, flowing summer dress, pure white with a pattern of roses along the hem of it. Sandals were upon her feet, and her hair was loose and curly, framing her pale, freckled face and delicate features almost perfectly. The question was something she asked herself, currently being alone in the small apartment.

She'd gone for this outfit as it was much too hot for her normal types of outfit. Sitting on the beach in a hoodie and jeans whilst the sun tried to cook her was something she didn't particuarly relish having to face. The other was to show off a tattoo she'd gotten recently just below her knee. It was simple, a rose with space around it if she ever wished to get a name done.

Her main concern, however, was staring her right in the face. This was her very first time leaving the house without something to cover up the fact she'd substained an injury which left her without her right forearm and hand. The idea of people staring terrified her, yet at the same time, deep down she knew one day she'd have to face going out without it hidden. To show a future partner she wasn't as perfect as others out there.

She knew wearing baggy clothes others could see the fact she wasn't, as someone crudely put it "complete", but there was some sort of comfort that people couldn't see the scars, not the injury itself. It was her coping mechanisim, so to speak.

Jolting out of her thoughts at the sound of someone at her front door, Alice made her way across the apartment, hand resting upon the lock for a moment or so. It was the very first time her friend would see her arm, and she was so damn scared of what she'd say.

But Alice wanted to go to the beach with her. She knew she did, and was ready for her friend (Her only and best) to see this, to know why she found it so hard to cope. Stepping back as she opened the door, the blonde anxiously waited to see her friend's reaction to her, feeling sick to the stomach.

New Here and Looking to Get Back Into RP'ing

I have a FxF plot on my old account here, actually. Want me to PM you it?

In Love With A Mutant. (X-Men x Avenger)

//Superhero x Mutant/ Avenger x X-Man.

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"Mutants.

Some hate them with a passion, and want them eradicated. Others view them as saviors, providing humanity with protection and wanting to ensure the public at large are safe from threats and danger. Others yet don't know how to feel, creating a divide between friends, family and colleagues.

The mutant community is just as split. Some, such as the X-Men believe in equality between humans and mutants, wishing to ensure prejudice is as eradicated as it can be through peaceful means. Then there are those like the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, who feel that mutants deserve to be seen as superiors, and will stop at nothing to whip the human race into what they see as fit for power, pride and prestige. And there are those who don't know how they feel, or what is best for them."

Leaning back in his chair, Thomas's eyes scanned the words he'd written, speaking them out loud again and again in an attempt to make sure the information made some form of sense, fingers drumming anxiously atop the wooden desk on which his laptop currently sat, the only light in his bedroom.

He'd been working on this article for a while now, intending on submitting it as a anonymous piece to The Daily Bugle.

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Name: Thomas "Tommy" Roberts (Later Thomas Parker).
Age: 21
Codename: Union-Spider

Hailing from Derbyshire, England, Tommy Roberts lived a normal life until he turned 16. Refusing to enter the military like his father had wanted, the older man instead had Tommy submitted for some... less then legal experiments a friend wished to carry out. Subjected to these, he had spider D.N.A mixed in with his own.

These gave him super-strength, speed and impressive durability, as well as the ability to create his own natural silk and use it as a weapon or tool for fighting. For the first two years of his career, Tommy was forced to fight for the side of evil, often coming into conflict with heroes like Union Jack, Captain Britain, Psylocke and even visiting Avengers like Hawkeye, Black Widow and Iron-Man. Donning a black costume with a white and grey Union Jack pattern across the chest, he battled under the guise of the "English Raider" before being sent on a mission to New York.

There, he came into conflict with Spider-Man, better known to some heroes as Peter Parker. However, Tommy refused to engage in a full on fight with the older hero. He'd always heard of his exploits and willingness to help, looking up to the scientific genius. It was then he decided to drop English Raider, and took on the guise of Union-Spider.

To protect him from harm and persecution, he moved in with Peter and Mary-Jane. Dropping the name of Roberts, he adopted Parker as his surname instead. Taking lessons from Peter, Thomas learned to hone his skills and senses. Rather than engaging in close combat where possible, Tommy uses his natural silk as a way to bound up and trap foes to prevent harm or injury to himself and them.

His current outfit consists of an unused Iron-Spider suit in a dark royal blue and silver. Rather than a spider across his chest, he sports the Union Jack flag, though he does have a webbing pattern across his arms and his legs.

Personality wise, though kind and sweet, he can be naive and lack in confidence at times. He still believes that the community judge him for his past actions, despite engaging in them to simply ensure his own safety.

He's best friends with one of the X-Men, and cares deeply for his friend. The fact she is a Mutant doesn't bother him at all, knowing what it's like to be judged for something you can't help.

How Jack Became Jasmine.

Bump.

Harley Quinn's New Life

Unhinged. Freaky. Crazy.

Those were the words used by various people to describe one Harleen Quinzel, or Harley Quinn as she was better known to the public at large.

Silly. Funny. Sister.

Those were the words used by one particular eleven year old child. Robert had been found by Harley cowering after the Joker murdered hundreds in a fire. Though she risked her life, for whatever reason she couldn't hurt or murder him.

So, she snuck him out and to a safe place nobody knew about where she would look after and protect her new found sibling.

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I thought It'd be a cute idea that could show off Harley's more human and caring side and establish a story I rarely see done with her.

I'm just looking for someone to play Harley.

My character would be outcast because of his disability, as well as his timid nature. As both he and Harley are outcasts, this could create a link between them.

Sibling Solidarity

It's said that siblings can have a certain understanding of each other that friends or parents do not or cannot, and that between twins that the connection can be very powerful indeed. Nigh on unbreakable, in fact.

And it seemed to most certainly be the case between James and <Your Character >. The siblings were very close indeed, perhaps enhanced by the fact that James was completely blind, whilst <Your character> is often picked on for her quite severe stutter. As such, the two tended to rely on each other for various tasks.

James would be the one to speak with others and to deal with the verbal side of things, whereas <Your character> would act as the eyes of the duo. Guiding her brother, or helping him with cash whilst he protected her from bullies or those whom laughed.

This was until they turned 15. With their parents divorcing, they decided that one child would live with one parent. This was difficult for the twins, as the invisible rope which one tethered the pair was forcefully snapped as they were torn apart.

For three years they lived on opposite sides of the country, limited to phone calls and sending gifts. When they turned 18, money put aside in a trust fund was released to the pair. With both wanting to attend the same college, they move into an apartment together.

And we'd start from there. Focus on the pair living in the same building together, how they deal with new people, etc.

James is gay.

Will You Be My Friend?

Bump.

From Teacher To Mom?

Alright, so I thought It'd be interesting to do a story based around a simple but potentially quite cute and fun concept.

(Your character) is a teacher whom is new to the profession, and has been assigned to her first class ever without supervision from a senior member of staff.

(My character) is a student of hers whom is very shy and rarely ever talks or even looks at anybody. This is by far his biggest flaw, as it stops him from succeeding in school.

The two build up a connection as he starts to come out of his shell, and it transpires he is in at care home. She cannot have children of her own, so seeks to foster then adopt him.

However, a spanner is thrown in the works when his parents return and want him back. A legal battle ensues, with (My character) stuck in the middle of it all.

My character would be 8 years of age.

Will You Be My Friend?

Awesome!

Will You Be My Friend?

Probably a long shot, but is anybody here willing to play a popular or friendly girl to be Robert's friend?

Robert is 15, and in year 11 at school. This will be set in England, and the city is up to you. As Robert is 15, I'm looking for your character to be 15 or 16.

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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 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.