TheFlyingScotsman

[F x F] Is My Love For You Wrong?

[Character A] is a softly spoken and quite subdued young woman with a traumatic past and an inability to see herself in any form of positive thought.

[Character B] is a much louder and more outgoing party type, who's always lived the perfect life. She holds herself in high esteem, and is a quite snooty woman.

Yet, despite being so different in personality, the two often find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, as though tethered together by an invisible string. Whenever something happens to one of them, it seems as though the other is there, or involved in some way.

[A] is madly in love with [B], though doesn't dare reveal her feelings. The small community they reside in already views the fact they are close friends with some suspicion, and the bible loving locals wouldn't allow any form of same sex relationship to even begin without running them out of town.

When [A] tells [B] of her feelings, what will happen?

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I'm simply looking for someone to play Character B. I'm currently working on A, so do not have a name yet.

Am I Strange?

Bravery.

Many people interpret bravery in many different ways. Some see running into a burning building as brave. Many perceived bravery as being an army veteran or war hero, whereas others yet view bravery as the police on the beat, ready to face danger.

Thomas wasn't too sure what exactly bravery was, or quite what it meant to him. He certainly knew he wasn't brave. Infact, he saw himself as a complete and utter coward. A meek, frightened and nervous soul who looked in the mirror everyday and was disgusted by what he saw.

He saw a frightful monster before his very eyes. An ugly, disgusting freak not worthy of love, compassion nor affection. Someone who had many more blemishes than perfections. Someone who was only worthy of being left, of being tossed into the trash and left to rot away.

Shaking his head to try and rid himself of the thoughts that raged through his mind, Thomas padded over to his closet, pulling it open and rummaging through the clothing that had fallen to the floor during previous hunts. Pulling out a suitcase from under the pile, his long fingers shakily input the combination, almost ripping the lid off as he flung it open to find a folded up, freshly washed and ironed dress inside. Pulling it out, his fingers brushed the fabric with a sigh of utter relief.

Laying it out on his bed, his eyes studied the item before he disposed of his shirt and jeans beside the bed. Taking care to avoid looking into the mirror, he pulled the dress up and over his thin, frail form. A small, genuine smile played across his lips, the teenager spinning in place for a few seconds. He felt much better in this than the masculine clothes he'd been wearing, as though something being pushed down inside him was left free, like releasing a bird from a cage.

His hands smoothed out the white summer dress, his mind racing as he tried to consider any possible combinations to wear with the dress. He had lots of frilly socks and cute shoes, and beautiful hair bows he could place in his shoulder length, curly red locks of silky smooth hair.

He saw himself as ugly, frightening, imperfect because he couldn't quite come to terms with his gender identity. The fact he struggled to accept he was a woman trapped in a man's body projected and manifested itself on his psyche, and played utter hell with what he saw in the mirror. He understood he loved women's clothing, but not exactly why, or why he was so compelled to wear it.

In this frame of mind, Tom completely understood bravery. He just couldn't quite get that little spark of bravery in his head to light the fuse and detonate the dynamite inside which would allow the bravery to burst forth and take full affect. He didn't know how to tell others, to understand himself and be whom he was.

So Tabby remained buried in fractured parts in his fragile mind, wanting to join together and bury Thomas. Bury the personality that was slowly destroying him.

//Tommy is 15. He needs a mother or big sister to help him come to terms with his gender identity, and seek out the support and assistance he needs to transition. This will be long term.

Getting back into Writing~

So, after months away, I'm looking to get back into writing. These are just a few of my muses. I do have more, and all have starters. I'm happy to discuss plots for them, though I do have ones I'd like to do later.

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Rachel Peters:

Rachel is 21 years of age, and tends to keep herself to herself. Though she has no problems with her sexuality, she's not very public with it. She is currently studying Art and Design at a small community college whilst also working as a baker in a local cake shop.

During her time at school, she was often bullied and teased for her shy nature, red hair and sexuality. The later of which lead to a traumatic and terrifying experience. Her father, in an attempt to "straighten her out" sexually assaulted her over a number of months, before raping her to try and force her into liking men.

Never too confident before, this knocked her confidence down even more. As a result of this, she stopped attending school and ultimately dropped out at just 16. She became incredibly closed off and refused to really leave her bedroom in fear of her father's wrath and abuse escalating furthermore. The abuse continued until Rachel was 18 years old, and she confided in her big sister, breaking down in her arms as all spilt out.

The redheaded woman now lives in her sister's apartment with her, though spends a lot of time with her best friend too. These are the only two people she fully trusts, though she hasn't yet told her bestie about what happened with her father.

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Tabby Jason:

Tabby is transgender, and was born male. She doesn't identify as such, however, and no longer uses the name Toby. She instead goes by Tabitha or Tabby. She's 18 years of age, and prefers the company of women to men. She simply tends to make friends with women more easily. She is attracted to women, though finds approaching the subject of love and relationships more difficult than that of her gender identity.

Though quite shy and soft-spoken, when Tabby has warmed up to another person, she is bubbly, bright and loves to laugh. She does struggle with her self-confidence and how she views her own body, not really liking to undress in front of anybody, nor a mirror if she can help it. At 16, she began hormones treatment, something she is still undertaking.

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Henry Thorpe:

At twenty years of age, Henry Thorpe is a kindly young man, who was unfortunate enough to contract meningitis at 19, which left him with a complete loss of hearing in his right hand side, as well as problems with his speech, though he tries not to let these facts get him down at all. Though, he does wish he was able to speak a little bit more clearly, so that is is easier for people to understand him when he is talking to them.

Another unfortunate side-effect was almost complete memory loss, barely recalling who he was, where he lived and such. For the most part, he has lost his entire memory, however, only knowing one person, His best friend and the person he loves, (Y/C). Having grown up in a children's home, he never really had a family, so, in a way, it can be seen as a good thing that he never did, as it's one less thing for him to try and recall, though it also means that there aren't as many people to help support him through times of trouble.

I Don't Understand...

"Why? Why did Mama have to go away?" Thomas stood by the door leading out of the relatives room, his big blue eyes full of fear, sorrow and confusion. Tears stained his pale face, cuts and bruises dotting his cheeks, arms and forehead. His left arm was in a sling, his broken glasses sat upon a bedside table.

"When will she come back, Daddy? "

He didn't understand much of what was going on at all, and hadn't since the crash had occurred a few hours before. He couldn't comprehend a single thing. He didn't understand that she'd been killed, that his mom wasn't ever going to come back to him. That he'd never see her again.

"I'm sorry, son." His father knelt down to be at his son's level. "Mommy can't come back home. Mommy.. well, Mommy had to go back to the angels." The normally strong man spoke softly and sadly, giving the small child the tightest hug he dared to. "Mommy loves you though, okay? Daddy does to, and he'll keep you safe." The older man promised, standing up as he held him tight.

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Routine.

Routine was the one thing Thomas needed more than anything else. He had to know where he was going to be and when that was, right down to the precise moment. It helped him keep some form of control in his life, and any changes could adversely affect the young man.

And today seemed to be completely against him. The train he was waiting for was now seven minutes and thirteen seconds late, the blonde sat upon the platform with his knees drawn to his chest and rocking back and forth slightly. His back was against the wall of the small wooden shelter, having picked this place for his anxiety attack. It didn't much help that people were staring and commenting upon the situation at hand, as though they knew everything about him.

But they didn't. They didn't know that he struggled with daily life. That he couldn't cope with change. That he didn't know how to deal with situations like this. They didn't know that he was autistic, or how badly it could affect him. His hands now rested upon his knees, fingers gripping fistfuls of denim jeans and hushed, muddled and hurried words spilling forth from between his lips. He always showed "strange and weird" behaviour (as one teacher had called it) whenever he was upset, scared or anxious. It was how he processed things, how he dealt with situations. At least, when he wasn't allowed to have "Rupert".

Rupert was an old, slightly tatty and frayed, but clearly much loved teddy bear. It was patchwork, some colours faded and with mismatched buttons for eyes and a faded and worn leather little nose. But it had been with Tom since he was just two, and provided him with much more comfort than most people were capable of. It always felt the same, smelt the same and looked the same. And that helped him.

But he had to leave the bear behind. He wasn't allowed to bring him to school anymore, as he refused to leave the bear anyway but in his lap when in class.

//I'm simply looking for someone capable of playing one of three roles. An older cousin of Thomas, his best friend, or a classmate. I'm looking to go with the flow for the plot.

Alternatively, I'm happy to accept a step-sibling in place of a cousin, as long as they are older than him. Thomas is 15 in this.

Why Do They Say It's Wrong?

You'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. [/spoiler]

Looking For Writing Partners!

Bump.

Looking For Writing Partners!

A couple of Slice of Life ideas~ A few are romance, some are friendship, others are family. Any of the romantic ones can become pure friendship, and vice versa. I am also open to discuss changes.

1) In a stark contrast to his pale, washed out face, dark rings had formed underneath Charlie's soft, chocolate brown eyes. The exhaustion the young man felt was clear for all to see, piling upon him like snow on a mountain top during a severe blizzard.

Head resting upon his desk, the ravenhaired male had opted to try and relax for a few moments whilst the classroom was quiet, eyes closed and breathing slowed as he slumbered. But, with the resounding bang! caused by someone else slamming a door further down the hallway, he jolted awake with a sudden gasp of surprise.

For weeks now, he'd been unwell, feeling constantly nauseous, lethargic and generally under the weather, even at the best of times. But now, he felt worse than ever before, and was genuinely surprised he'd made it as far as getting to school that day. Standing up, he swayed in place for a brief moment, before sitting back down upon the chair.

Going home seemed like the most plausible option at the moment in time, but he wasn't sure he'd make it back home on his own at all. He didn't drive, and there were no buses for a while. Anyway, today was a half day, so he figured he'd be okay.

(I'm looking for someone able to play his best friend. I figured she'd look after him for the first little part of the storyline, which would later focus on the two sporting and looking after one another, eventually moving in together. First as friends, then more as the relationship they share evolves over time.

This will be romance. Charlie is 18, so please make your character at least that age.)

2.) I'm simply seeking someone capable of playing a female character, to be the best friend/girlfriend of my character. Other then her being his age (18), I have no other requirements.

I'm setting this in England, where secondary school is still attended at 18.

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Name: Thomas "Tom" Bridges/Taylen "Tay" Bridges.

Age: 18

Born March 9th, 1998 to Harry Martin Bridges and Margaret Elizabeth Bridges, Thomas always felt he didn't really fit in with other boys his age. He was never interested in football, or cars, and disliked rough and tumble types of games. He always preferred to play with dolls, pick flowers or sit and talk with the girls in his classes.

As a result of this, he was often teased and picked on by male classmates, though conversely, he often made good friends with female classmates and was quite popular with them. However, as they all grew older and progressed into Secondary School, this slowly began to change.

The school he started to attend at the age of 11 was the opposite side of town. Though he and a few others started to go there, he was struggling to maintain friendships. The people he'd once been with made new friends, whom weren't all that accepting of the gentler, more effeminate young man that Thomas was.

As a result of this, he was on his own for about half the school year, until a particular incident resulted in him and a female classmate becoming friends. Over the next year or two, they grew even closer, and became a couple at the age of 14. At first, they faced a lot of discrimination. Why?

Over the couple of years, Thomas had begun to accept himself, realising he was gender fluid. Many of his classmates had a problem with this, but it seemed his best friend would always be accepting of this. And that's all that mattered.

At 16 years old, Thomas moved out of his parents' home, first living with his girlfriend and her family, then moving into a new home with her at 18, He now goes by both Thomas and Taylen, the name depending on his mood and how he wants to dress.

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Allowing a smile to cross his lips, Thomas swallowed and stepped through the halls, approaching his best friend and partner taking her hand in his own for a moment, before swallowing and kneeling down before her, holding a small, velvet red box open.

The two had been together since they were just 14, now both 18 years of age. Perhaps proposing in school wasn't the best thing he could do, but they'd been lucky enough to have the same lockers for the last 5 year. They'd met here about half a year after starting school, and almost 7 years later, he knew he didn't want to be with anybody else, as friends, let alone as the more that they were now.

"Marry me?" He spoke hopefully, opening the box to unveil a gold ring, her favorite jewel in the center. His dark green eyes were hopeful, red hair slightly in his face. Today, he was Thomas, dressed in the male uniform of a dark blue blazer, white shirt, black tie, black trousers and shoes.

He was used to be looked at, more so when he was "Tay", so to do something like this was braver then he ever anticipated himself being when he already knew how much others disliked him. But, he didn't care. He wanted to ask her to marry him, and they place they'd first spoken to one another was the best place, he'd decided.

The other option had been under the oak tree where they'd first shared a kiss, but he wanted to do it here, as a surprise for her. That, and the longer he waited, the more he'd loose his bravery.

3) "Happy birthday, sis!" Thomas grinned brightly at his twin sister, holding out a rectangular, brightly wrapped package, a card resting atop. The writing on the envelope and the present's tag were both his usual, messy scrawl, though it was evident he'd put effort into trying to make it look as neat as he possibly could do.

Currently sat upon her bed, legs crossed, the brunette was still dressed in his school uniform, the two having not long arrived home from school themselves. Thomas had gone straight to his room to retrieve the present and card he'd purchased for her, before returning to join her.

The present he'd given her was a framed photograph, one of the two of them stood side by side in front of a Ferris Wheel at a carnival, taken a year prior, on their 17th birthday. That had been a great day, and stuck out in Thomas' mind as one of the best days of his life so far.

"Thank you for sticking by me over this last year. I know it can't be easy having a gay brother." He teased her, kissing her cheek in a brotherly fashion. "But I wouldn't want anybody else to be my sister at all." Leaning back against her wall, he spoke again.

"You know, for saying we grew up in a children's home, I think we turned out alright."

(Non-incest, focusing on twins. I don't have too much of a plot, but I have a few I can draw ideas from, or we can create together.)

4) (I'm simply looking for someone able to double up for this storyline. I don't mind what your gender is, but I'm looking for someone to play a mother and a sister character. That is it for the family.

I will be playing James as the youngest brother, and the father of the family, Arthur. I can also play a partner for the older sister, if you so wish. In that case, I'll play a guy or a girl.

James is the youngest of the family at 15 years of age. That I will not change, under any circumstances. The plot can be discussed in depth, to adjust to the characters over the course of the story.

Initially, his father won't be accepting, and I haven't decided if he will or not, yet.)

"Guys? I need to talk to you.." James spoke, swallowing as he glanced over to see his family sitting at the kitchen table. He'd asked to speak to them all together earlier that day, and felt utterly nervous. This was big news for him to reveal to them, and it had taken him almost 6 months to pluck up the courage to tell them the news.

"I.." He looked around, then swallowed and spoke once more, brushing his blonde hair away from his features. "I..I'm g-gay." Looking down at the ground, he wasn't sure how they'd react to this at all. He just hoped they'd be willing to accept him.

Arthur glanced up at his son, then away, before slamming his hands against the table, making the blonde male jump in reaction to his father's actions. "No, no, you aren't! IT'S JUST A PHASE!" He yelled, booming voice filling the room. He was reacting worse then James had anticipated, starting to rant. He'd rarely gotten this angry with his children, and hadn't ever harmed them, so this side was even scarier.

With that, James bolted from the kitchen and upstairs, into his bedroom in a panicked state. Reaching his bed, he sat upon it and burst into floods of tears.

5) Head on his best friend's lap, a content little sigh passed by Matthew's lips. His soft, blue eyes were closed underneath the glasses he wore, his sandy blonde hair still damp from the shower he'd not long taken.

"I'm glad you're my best friend." He spoke in his quiet, tired voice. "But doesn't the fact I'm gay bother you at all?" Opening his eyes, he glanced up at her. "I mean.. It seems to bother others." His voice was as curious as the look in his eyes, his right hand resting atop one of her own. A slight sadness hung in his blue orbs, as if scared he'd loose her.

For she was Matt's only friend, and meant the world to him. Though he'd had other friends in the past, it seemed at though actually daring to come out had lost him many of those. He'd opted to see this as a good thing, as they couldn;t have truly been his friends... Yet, he couldn't help but slightly regret actually admitting his feelings.

Sitting up, he moved to rest his head upon his best friend's shoulder, a small sigh passing his lips once more as he tried to get as content and comfortable as he often felt cuddling up with his bestie. He wasn't too sure what he felt like doing at that moment in time, but was warm and safe tucked up against her.

His body ached, fresh bruises running up his left arm from where he'd been punched by others that day, adding to the older ones from the same set of bullies, whom would often pick on and torment him for his sexuality.

(Simple friendship concept. This will be set in year 11 of school in England, making the characters either 15 or 16 years of age.

As this isn't romantic, I am perfectly happy to have the two be twins, not best friends. A more in depth plot can be discussed, but the main focus will be on the typical school things. Trying to pass, bullying, school trips, etc.

If we do go for best friends, I think it would be interesting if she was popular, but friends with Matthew regardless of him being unpopular. )

Ideas! (Slice of Life.)

With both ideas, I have included a starter so you can see how I write.

1. (I'm simply looking for someone able to double up for this storyline. I don't mind what your gender is, but I'm looking for someone to play a mother and a sister character. Alternatively, I can play a single father and you can play two older sisters. OR one older and one a twin to James. That is it for the family.

I will be playing James as the youngest brother, and the father of the family, Arthur. I can also play a partner for the older sister, if you so wish. In that case, I'll play a guy or a girl.

James is the youngest of the family at 15 years of age. That I will not change, under any circumstances. The plot can be discussed in depth, to adjust to the characters over the course of the story.

Initially, his father won't be accepting, and I haven't decided if he will or not, yet. It's up to you if his sister and mother are or not.)

"Guys? I need to talk to you.." James spoke, swallowing as he glanced over to see his family sitting at the kitchen table. He'd asked to speak to them all together earlier that day, and felt utterly nervous. This was big news for him to reveal to them, and it had taken him almost 6 months to pluck up the courage to tell them the news.

"I.." He looked around, then swallowed and spoke once more, brushing his blonde hair away from his features. "I..I'm g-gay." Looking down at the ground, he wasn't sure how they'd react to this at all. He just hoped they'd be willing to accept him.

Arthur glanced up at his son, then away, before slamming his hands against the table, making the blonde male jump in reaction to his father's actions. "No, no, you aren't! IT'S JUST A PHASE!" He yelled, booming voice filling the room. He was reacting worse then James had anticipated, starting to rant. He'd rarely gotten this angry with his children, and hadn't ever harmed them, so this side was even scarier.

With that, James bolted from the kitchen and upstairs, into his bedroom in a panicked state. Reaching his bed, he sat upon it and burst into floods of tears.

2. ~I'm simply seeking someone capable of playing a female character, to be the best friend/girlfriend of my character. Other then her being his age (18), I have no other requirements.

I'm setting this in England, where secondary school is still attended at 18.

Name: Thomas "Tom" Bridges/Taylen "Tay" Bridges.

Age: 18

Born March 9th, 1998 to Harry Martin Bridges and Margaret Elizabeth Bridges, Thomas always felt he didn't really fit in with other boys his age. He was never interested in football, or cars, and disliked rough and tumble types of games. He always preferred to play with dolls, pick flowers or sit and talk with the girls in his classes.

As a result of this, he was often teased and picked on by male classmates, though conversely, he often made good friends with female classmates and was quite popular with them. However, as they all grew older and progressed into Secondary School, this slowly began to change.

The school he started to attend at the age of 11 was the opposite side of town. Though he and a few others started to go there, he was struggling to maintain friendships. The people he'd once been with made new friends, whom weren't all that accepting of the gentler, more effeminate young man that Thomas was.

As a result of this, he was on his own for about half the school year, until a particular incident resulted in him and a female classmate becoming friends. Over the next year or two, they grew even closer, and became a couple at the age of 14. At first, they faced a lot of discrimination. Why?

Over the couple of years, Thomas had begun to accept himself, realising he was gender fluid. Many of his classmates had a problem with this, but it seemed his best friend would always be accepting of this. And that's all that mattered.

At 16 years old, Thomas moved out of his parents' home, first living with his girlfriend and her family, then moving into a new home with her at 18, He now goes by both Thomas and Taylen, the name depending on his mood and how he wants to dress.

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Allowing a smile to cross his lips, Thomas swallowed and stepped through the halls, approaching his best friend and partner taking her hand in his own for a moment, before swallowing and kneeling down before her, holding a small, velvet red box open.

The two had been together since they were just 14, now both 18 years of age. Perhaps proposing in school wasn't the best thing he could do, but they'd been lucky enough to have the same lockers for the last 5 year. They'd met here about half a year after starting school, and almost 7 years later, he knew he didn't want to be with anybody else, as friends, let alone as the more that they were now.

"Marry me?" He spoke hopefully, opening the box to unveil a gold ring, her favorite jewel in the center. His dark green eyes were hopeful, red hair slightly in his face. Today, he was Thomas, dressed in the male uniform of a dark blue blazer, white shirt, black tie, black trousers and shoes.

He was used to be looked at, more so when he was "Tay", so to do something like this was braver then he ever anticipated himself being when he already knew how much others disliked him. But, he didn't care. He wanted to ask her to marry him, and they place they'd first spoken to one another was the best place, he'd decided.

The other option had been under the oak tree where they'd first shared a kiss, but he wanted to do it here, as a surprise for her. That, and the longer he waited, the more he'd loose his bravery.

Various Plots. Family, Friends, Romance, Drama, etc.

Various plots~ I am willing to do plots more then once, too.

1) Stepping out of the changing rooms, Alex gazed around the hall, biting his lip before heading out to the fields where some of his classmates often hung out before class, under a large tree.

He.. well, wasn't too sure if he was actually ready to do this. Ready to approach someone he only knew through classes, and very rarely spoke with. Though, to be fair, that could apply to any of his classmates at all. Not through a lack of trying, or through a lack of want.. But more, a lack of confidence on his behalf.

That's why he just couldn't fathom how, or why, he'd been confident enough to do this. But.. there were try-outs, and he was sick to the stomach of never doing things he wanted to. Of having to hide who he was, in order to make others happy. To be unhappy when they wanted him to be.

Raising a hand to shield his eyes from the sun, the male began to approach them, glad of the early morning allowing him to put his plan into action before school began.

"..That.." Glancing up from where she stood with the others, a tall, blonde girl turned to look towards where Alex approached from, squinting a touch as though unable to believe what she saw on the way. "Is that Alex?"

Stepping closer, the brunette looked at the group, then spoke as confidently as he could manage, despite speaking with a stutter. "I.. I'd like to.." His hands smoothed down the jeans her wore out of nerves, the warm summer sun beating down already on his bare arms. "I'd like to.. May I sit with you?"

There had always been rumors about how soft-spoken and feminine Alex had always been. But it seemed now that this rumors held some sort of truth, mainly on his part.

Gone was the messy, shoulder-length hair and baggy clothes of the past, replaced with a carefully picked out outfit of a simple red shirt, dark blue jeans, and pink sneakers. Hair cut and styled, it smelt faintly of strawberries. He wore false nails, painted a soft sky-blue in color. Though he still looked as shy as ever, there was an air of confidence about him, and for once, he looked genuinely happy with himself.

Of the group of ten or so, quite a few seemed to be unsure of the situation at hand. This was for a variety of reasons, though none of them seemed all that willing to share why.

The blonde, Emma, smiled at Alex and spoke in her kindly, warm tones. "I'm alright with it, if you're willing to listen to some of us babble on and not get a word in edge-ways. What do you think?" She smiled, turning to face her best friend. Dressed in denim shorts, a white t-shirt with a pink heart emblem, and a leather jacket tucked under her arms, she didn't give a damn what people thought of her. Her blonde hair was short cut and spiked, though suited the green-eyed gal quite well indeed.

(For this, I'll be playing Alex/Alice and Emma, with a third character coming in later, who will serve as a sort of.. enemy to Alice and Emma.

Plot-wise, I figured it could focus on the aspects of friendship, acceptance, love, and so on.

The name Alice, which Alex will use eventually, will not be decided by him. I figured a sign of acceptance by his new friends could be giving him that name, as he hasn't picked a new one out for himself yet.

Now, I'm looking for someone capable of playing more then one character. I will be playing both Emma, and Alex as my main characters. The only role I request is the female that Emma speaks to (Her best friend.). I figured that she could be become Alex's best friend too over time, and either the girlfriend of Emma or Alex.

The rest is up to you.

No biography or character sheets are needed, as I'd rather reveal throughout the RP.

I've opted not to use images for this, but if you want to, feel free.)

2) Intermediate, FxF romance.

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Of all the things Emma never imagined occurring in her life, one was finding a soul mate at such a young age. Yet, the brunette had been successful in doing so, much to her surprise.

And the person she had made this powerful, irreversible connection with? The woman the brunette had fallen head over heels in love with? Who's lips made her day, and who's eyes she could get lost in for hours on end? Who's arms she loved to fall asleep in, and then wake up in?

Her best friend. The person Emma had been best friends with since the age of three, who she'd been with through thick and thin. Who had never judged her, and who had provided a warm place to hide away when upset. Who, at the age of 18 had shared her bedroom with Emma to ensure that she had a place to sleep when her parents threw her out.

From that moment, Emma began to fall more in love with her best friend then she thought friends should. Then she thought would ever be possible for her to feel about another woman. This was scary at the time... Yet, felt so damn right.

Prom. Asking her to prom had been a terrifying experience. One she thought would change how she was viewed by her best friend. How the two would go on from this point, if she didn't share the same feelings.

But that kiss had said it all. And for the last four years, had resulted in a relationship more powerful and beautiful then Emma had ever imagined. Moving into an apartment together. Making friends and family aware they were a couple.

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FxF romance. Emma is the shorter of the two shown here, and tends to be the more shy and quiet type of person, though she can be more outgoing and confident at times.

I'm looking for someone to play her girlfriend/best friend. I have no requirements for her personality and looks in the slightest, though it would be nice to base them both on the image seen here, as we can pick eye colour, distinctive features, etc, as we see fit.

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Allowing a smile to cross her lips, Emma leant down, pressing a soft kiss upon her partner's warm lips, closing her eyes briefly to focus on, and fully enjoy the moment at hand. Kisses always felt as amazing as the first, no matter how many times the two shared such a tender moment together.

"So, I have something for you. " The brunette beauty bit her lip as she gazed at her girlfriend, kneeling down next to the sofa she sat on, pulling a dark green box from her pocket. With slightly fumbling fingers, she opened the box to reveal a ring, plain and simple, but with their names engraved around the band, a heart between them.

"Will.." Her voice quivered with nerves. "Will you.. That is to say.. Will you do me the honour of making me the happiest girl alive? Even more than you already make me?" Emma smiled nervously.

"Marry me?"

3) (Good Girl x Bad Girl.

Okay, so I was sat listening to Beatles songs earlier, when on in particular caught my eye. This is "Devil In Her Heart". (I'll provide a couple of verses in order for you to get an idea.)

But basically, I figured my shy, good girl character (Esmeralda) is dating your bad girl character, much to the disdain of Emmy's best friend. She sees (Y/C) as a nasty piece of work, someone who wants to take advantage of and hurt her.

In reality, this isn't the case at all, as they are happy together, and love each other more then words can say. (It's up to you if they're engaged, or get engaged later on.)

(It's entirely up to you, if Emmy is one of the only people Y/C has ever cared for I can play Emmy's best friend, you can, or we can share the role.)

Lyrics:

She's got the devil in her heart
But her eyes they tantalize
She's gonna tear your heart apart
Oh her lips they really thrill me

I'll take my chances
For romance is
So important to me
She'll never hurt me
She won't desert me
She's an angel sent to me

Emmy's information:

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Emmy Sweeney
Age: 18

Nationality: Irish. Hometown is Belfast.

Esmeralda Sweeney is a sweet and kind natured young girl, whom was born in Ireland to a single mother, whom was only fifteen years old when she gave birth to her daughter, giving her up for care almost straight away.

After a year or so, the then un-named child was adopted by a young couple, Jack and Emily Sweeney, whom named her "Esmeralda" for both the country in which they resided, (Ireland/ "The Emerald Isles") and her soft, green eyes.

When Emmy was 5 years of age, the family moved to the USA, moving into a small town in the southern states, where they have lived for the last 13 or so years. Growing up in this town proved to be very tough for Emmy at times, with the town seeming to have "Old-time" values, and not seeming to like the idea of something "different" there.

The primary reason she tended to find life in the town difficult as she grew older was simply down to the fact that she liked her own gender. Something it seemed, much to her dismay, that a lot of the small town was incapable of accepting. (At least, on face value. For all she knew, a majority could have been more accepting, just hiding this to be accepted.)

At the age or 15, she met her girlfriend, getting together with her after three months. The two have been together ever since, and are close to celebrating their three year anniversary.

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I shall write up a starter when I have Y/C's information.)

4) Allowing a soft grin to cross her lips, Marion Holter stepped across the hall towards a figure stood near the back, ignoring the strange looks and whispers she received as a result of her being there.

Rolling her soft blue eyes, the curly haired brunette stood behind the person she'd been looking for, gently tapping them upon the shoulder in order to gain attention from them. "I got new glasses. How do they look?"

That wasn't all that had changed about her, however. Her hair, once cut short and rarely styled was, as mentioned, curled and fluffier. A small amount of makeup helped bring out her feminine features, and mixed with the outfit worn, made her look totally different from before.

Before? Well, she had been a he. She was Matthew Holter, a shy, spooked young man. But now, she was Marion. There was more of an air of confidence about her and the smile upon her lips was one she hadn't ever seemed to use before, bar a few rare moments.

(Friendship RP, based on best friends. POSSIBLE romance.

Ideally, I'm looking for a female best friend for her, but I will also accept a male best friend.

The main plot will focus on the two supporting each other through the last year of high school, and all the events they face.

As I said, I'm open to male or female characters. I am also happy to change the character from her best friend, to a classmate who was aware of her gender identity issues.

I think if we went down that path, it'd be great if they weren't someone who would be accepting in stories normally. A jock/cheerleader, somebody highly religious, etc.)

5) (Not incest. Looking for someone to play his big sister.

Initially, I figured the reason for her leaving was linked to her being in trouble with the law constantly, ending up in jail after committing a serious crime.

Alternatively, you can pick the reason.

Regardless, I figured now is when she returns, trying to get custody of him.)

"Why does big sister have to go away?" Innocence. A sense of pure innocence in both Harrison's voice, mingling with sadness, fear and confusion. He couldn't understand why his big sister had to leave. Why he couldn't go with her.

--10 years later--

The rain had been incessant over the last few days and nights. Any breaks in the downpour were short lived, causing a miserable and gloomy atmosphere. Despite this weather, by two graves, Harrison stood alone. Dressed in black, he was soaked from head to toe, but just couldn't care at all.

Upon the gravestones, his parent's names were engraved. He'd lost them in a car accident, and today had been their funeral. They'd never been liked... But attending alone hurt him. Having nobody to stand with. Nobody to cry with, or to talk to.

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I know I include starters, but it just gives an idea of how I write, and what I expect from each plot on average.

Family Is Important.

Since 90% or more of the family based role plays seem to degenerate into some thirsty fucker trying to get their rocks off..

I'm looking for someone able to play an older sister OR brother (The family until will consist of those two, and NOBODY else.) for a character of mine that I am currently developing. THIS IS NOT INCEST.

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At 13 years of age, Charlie is a quiet and reserved young man, who is considered "Very odd" by people who feel like being polite, and an "Utter freak" by others. This is down to the fact he never actually speaks a single word to anybody at all.

Why?

Because he is scared to. Struggling with a speech impediment, the young man never utters a word to anybody, fearing the redicule he could potentially get if he dares to say anything at all.

Another factor to his perceived "strangeness" is the fact he has Dyslexia, and struggles with reading and writing to a much larger extent then he should do. This is partly down to the fact that he has moved from foster family to foster family, and school to school, never settling in anywhere. As a result, he has never been given an official diagnosis of any learning or educational problems/difficulties, meaning the help and support the young man requires simply isn't, and hasn't been put into place.

It is also thought that he may be on the Autistic Spectrum, as he has a childlike nature and interests, and though he doesn't get violent or have meltdowns, he can show signs of distress when his schedules are changed, or when something is moved in his room from it's proper place. He tends to make noises, rock a little, or cry when distressed, not able to communicate his needs verbally.

What Charlie needs more then anything in the world is someone to look after and to understand him, to love and comfort him, to give him the cuddles that soothe him, and to put in the time and effort to help support him day-to-day.

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So, I mentioned that I only wanted a big sibling for him, but I WILL be happy to swap this for a parent, though I only want Charlie and the older sibling OR parent as the family unit.

Obviously, the parent won't be biologically related to him. HOWEVER, the sibling can be. (They could have traced the family tree and found him, found out about him after they discovered THEY were adopted, etc.)

I thought this could lend itself to a cute little RP, with Y/C teaching mine to read, write and talk, and I thought it'd be nice if perhaps Y/C had been through a bad patch in their life, with M/C being the one thing they have left they adore.

Or we can create something together.