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Plots Please keep in mind that the following thoughts are little more than the bare bones of a working plotline- what I've written is here to give you a general gist of what I'm searching for. If some, if any, interest you, please respond via a message! Please note that Cravings will have a rating based out of five stars- the fewer the stars, the less my desire to begin this story. Suffice it to say that I am not interested at all in lower rated plots, there are simply others I desire more. .Original Plot Bunnies. Stardust Themes- TeenYoung Adult Romance, Tragedy, Drama, Slowburn age preference 17-19, Story Driven Craving Inspired by several various media .Possible trigger warning Plot will touch on serious subjects such as, but not limited to illness, cancer, death, loss, depression. Everyone has heard songs, read books, and video or mobile games about losing someone close to you. Some people know the heartache and soul crushing agony that consumes you when you're not able to say goodbye- I'm one of those people and I can tell you, none what I've mentioned could ever compare to the feeling of loss. I had a comfortable life- I was well liked by the people around me, my family loved me and the feeling was mutual, and I had a bright future ahead of me the world was my oyster. Then I met you and you turned everything I thought I knew on its head. I was never one for romance, with dating or trying to make a meaningful connection because I had this grand plan after my senior year to move away from this city, do great things and be someone, but that's the funny thing about love, it comes crashing into your life like the Koolaid man whether you're ready for it or not. You were the new the kid, someone everyone seemed to gravitate to because you were the new fad, the shiny new toy that every wanted to play with except to me. I saw you in passing, I knew who you were but at the time I didn't care, until we were forced together and like magnets, were inseparable. We became friends and we made a rule not to fall for one another it was stupid in hindsight but we're young and we do and say stupid shit. Everyday we would make up an excuse to see each other- school projects, rooting for each other at our various hobbies, or just chilling out under the watchful supervision of our parents when they didn't work at least. Then it happened, we fell, collectively. I dunno whether it was me who said I caught feelings or if it was you but it was apparently to everyone but us that we were an item and despite our often response, We're just friends. Before we started seeing each other, before we became an item, you confessed a secret that you hadn't told anyone in school- you had had cancer when you were a kid. That didn't change how I felt about you, or how you felt about me you were in remission, you were healthy and I didn't want to be with anyone but you. So, we started dating and for a few beautiful months, I had that perfect life you see in movies or read about in sappy YA novels. But then you fainted and that's when our happy little world began to crumble around us. We were hopeful, you mostly because you were convinced you would beat this- you'd done it before, this time would be no different. ...But you never did get better, in fact, you got worse. Everything began to spiral out of control. It was hard but I made sure to be by your side whenever I could, to be your rock after school, after every sporting event, on my weekends- every waking moment I could. But it still wasn't enough time for me, for us because your tests came back and you learned your cancer was far more aggressive this time around. That's when things really changed- you tried to push me away because why would I want to be with someone who was withering away? You didn't want to burden me, in fact, you thought you were doing me a favor but I refused to give up on you because I loved you. Now you're gone and every day, a minute doesn't go by that I don't miss you. NOTE The roles can be reserved where MC is new and yours has an established relationship. If you are uncomfortable with the age, I am more than happy to have the two characters in their earlier twenties, having just finished college or something therein Summary MC has no interest in romance, much less dating. At least, that's the case up until she meets YC who is charismatic, funny and not something she's used to. They are forced together for a reason can decide upon upon discussion. YC and MC gradually grow closer and eventually, they start finding excuses to be around each other. YC hides a secret that he is a cancer survivor and doesn't tell MC this until neither one of them can hide that they are crushing hard. MC doesn't care. For a bit the two are that typical, cute couple until YC relapses. Love's Requiem Themes- Romance, Drama, Action, Horror Craving Over a millennia ago Cassandra was burnt at the stake for the crime of witchcraft but she did not die. The fires of her hatred ignited within her the unquenchable embers of rage and revenge. The world had taken everything from her- her husband, her unborn child and now, her life. She swore as she and her sister burned, that she would return to seek rightful judgment against all those who had wronged her. The people that watched her burn had thought it but a hollow threat- the mad ramblings of a dying woman, but they were wrong. When the pyre had burnt down and nothing but ash remained, two figures emerged from the soot just as beautiful but much more terrible. The sisters were reborn. Neither sister could rightly recall how they emerged unharmed from the fire but they had and that meant their reign of chaos and death could commence and they basked in it. None were spared from their terrible wrath men, women, even children who had done nothing wrong. No one survived. This age of darkness continued for centuries until the sisters attacked the wrong city. They had grown careless in their conquest of blood and destruction and when they happened upon a remote village somewhere in Eastern Asia, they had little idea that something far wiser and far older protected the inhabitants. The night of their arrival was ushered in much how it was every time they arrived- the people would panic, their feeble warriors would attempt to kill the sisters and learn quickly that they could not die and then the destruction of those who did not bow would be made an example of. After this 'cleansing' each sister was left to her own devices. As the people of this conquered city attended to their every wish without complaint, both sisters realized something was amiss as they began to lose functionality. Where before they had been able to conjure the very elements to their fingertips, they could not even stand and demand what magics had done this. Their questions were not left unanswered for long. The village that had seemed defenseless was in fact protected by an ancient deity. This fearsome God, despite their rightful rage towards the sister, took pity on them. As punishment, the God placed each sister into a stone tomb. Each tomb was thrown into the opposite side of the continent For two hundred years the sister's slept in their forced sleep until each was discovered. The eldest sister discovered in a lost city and the youngest, found in the depths of the ocean. This time apart had taught each a valuable lesson, each lesson just as unique as the sister's themselves. For the Eldest, it had taught her humility and patience but for Cassandra, it further cemented her madness and rage for the entirety of human existence. Which brings up to our present day The sisters have reunited and taken up residence in various locations around the world to expand their business- the trafficking of creatures mortal and immortal alike. The idea was presented by the darker of the two adoptive siblings. How long had she suffered and been forced on bended knee to those who had ruled over her? How long had she been subjected to the will of another? It was now time for all of humanity to do the same. This rage and anger were merely well-constructed masks to hide the broken woman beneath. The woman who had her humanity stolen from her when her husband of but a few short hours had been sentenced to death because their love had been forbidden. The night before his death, a hopeful Cassandra pleaded with the Gods or anyone that might be listening, to spare his life but his life ended at sunrise. However, unbeknownst to her, while his physical body died, his spirit was never ushered into the afterlife and it was by this chance that he was reborn. Summary Your character is the reincarnated lover of Cassandra. Neither of our characters will know this but your character will remember things from time to time rather infrequently about a past they know was not theirs. This is only further cemented when your character calls mine a specific nickname no living being could know. Please keep in mind that this is only the beginning- the genres I've added at the top are those which come into play later and I will happily explain the 'plot twist' only through PM. Painting the Roses Red Themes- Horror, Corruption, Torture, Twisted Love, Manipulation, Violence, Drug Use Warning! This plot is not for the faint of heart! Craving White Orchard Mental Institusional for the Criminal Insane is known for many a gleaming achievement which has been highlighted in varying publications such as Harvard Health Journal, The Lancet, and Remedy, to name a few. On the outside, it is a prestigious medical institution which is said to have rehabilitated some of the most wayward of souls known to man. Surely such a place doesn't harbor dark secrets? Don't be fooled for, despite these resounding achievements and pristine white walls, this sanctuary harbors dark secret which has yet to be exposed to the general public. And no one understands this treatment better than a woman only known by the name 'Alice'. While this dark-haired woman does possess a name and a sinister backstory, both medical staff and patient alike know better than to call her anything else for fear of explosive, violent outbursts that leave the unfortunate party mangled and bloody. It is because of these outbursts that Alice has been placed in a cell by herself, confined to a straightjacket. The staff is beginning to wonder, despite their rigorous treatment sessions if the girl will ever get better. As a last ditch effort do they have contacted you to fix the unfixable. You too have been featured in innumerable publications dedicated to the rehabilitation of people who suffer from delusions caused by traumatic event and are presently the leader in your field despite your young age. You are told the specific circumstances of your intended patient, Alice, and are also promised a substantial raise in pay along with a generous signing bonus. With little hesitation and confidence in your ability to cure this sick woman, you accept- not considering that if it sounds too good to be true, it usually is. Summary Your character is a doctor who has been contacted by White Orchard in order to help them 'cure' Alice, a young woman who truly believes herself to be the fictional character from 'Alice in Wonderland'. Your primary obligation is to cure Alice through any means necessary. However, throughout her treatment, she begins to divulge things that are little more than riddles to you- at first. The further you learn about her and her strange labels of each of the residence, the more you discover that White Orchard is not as pure as the medical journals claim it is. Will you expose White Orchard for what it truly is or will you become a victim to its twisted treatment plan? Note- additional planningbrainstorming would be required Sex Sells-No longer available Themes- ? Craving The phrase that says sex sells is as sure as the sun setting and raising again. It's different for every person- some people take it to the extreme and partake in the odd and vile. Others, they prefer vanilla- basic, body to body, nothing special. Some, some just prefer to be touched and know that they aren't alone for the night. That's what she wanted, she wanted just to know that someone was there, that she could say proudly 'I've lost my virginity' but that prospect looked more and more distant as minute turned into hours and hours turned into days. She didn't have a boyfriend, she didn't have a male friend that she might persuade into popping her cherry- how could she when she couldn't even approach the opposite sex for fear of rejection. What she did know though, was that the phrase 'sex sells' could be taken in the most literal of forms- she could buy a sex worker. But where did she start? The answer wasn't too far. In fact, it was just at the tips of her finger her phone. The practice of men and women, building pages, signing up for apps and shamelessly promoting themselves as that fantasy girl or guy was everywhere. That proverbial market was well saturated all she had to do was choose. Money was of little consequence to her. No, she hadn't won some grand prize by sheer luck. Hell, she hadn't even stumbled upon some fortune tucked away in her attic. No, the money was delivered via an insurance policy and inheritance courtesy of her parents' will. Money was no object- she could spend where she wanted and that's what she intended to do. For hours she searched the virtual red light district for just the right person. Picture after picture, sample after sample she scoured until she came upon him. He was that sort of beautiful that made you wonder what sort of life he had when he was younger. That kind that took your breath away and for a moment, had you wonder if she ever knew how. He was perfect. Too perfect. But that didn't stop her. No, she looked through all of his pictures, read his bio, consumed his customer reviews with avid curiosity until she was momentarily sated. She needed him like her body needed air and she would have him. All she had to do was send him her burning question and wait for a response. Her fingers quivered over the onscreen keys. Would he even be interested in sleeping with someone as plain as her? Her self loathing was quieted when she was reminded that it was his job. He would do whatever it was she wanted so long as she paid him accordingly. Basic summary- a nervous girl who considers herself bookish and introverted finds herself desperately hankering for companionship. In this pursuit, she finds herself in the virtual red light district. Deciding that she won't spend her birthday alone, she messages him. What happens next, that's entirely up for debate. This can be although I'd prefer not a one-shot but I'd like to develop a story around this idea and perhaps model it slightly after Pretty Woman. Please message and let's see what we can brainstorm together. Remember Me Themes- Horror, Twisted Love, Manipulation, Violence, Obsession Craving The doctors tell me that my memories will come back over time, that there is no rush in remembering my name, my life or even you. They say that you're my husband. That we've been married for a little under a year. I guess that would make us newlyweds. I can't remember you though- nothing about you seems familiar, you feel like a stranger. It's more than the lack of my memory you just feel, wrong. I keep telling myself that it's all in my head, that what I'm thinking isn't right but I can't shake this feeling, no matter what I do. You've been nothing but sweet, caring but here are moments where you frighten me. I look at you and there is something dark looming in your eyes- like distant thunder clouds threatening to open up Hell on some unsuspecting town. But, just as quickly as it appeared, does it disappear. I've asked myself countless times, who are you. Maybe instead of searching for answers that I know I don't have, I should find out the truth- even if it kills me. Inspiration was drawn a Netflix movie I happened to see the other day. In essence, this plot revolves around a young woman who was in a severe car accident that has caused her extreme amnesia- to the point she can not remember who own name. The man who caused the accident is the very one who has been stalking MC for several months now. He sees this as an opportunity after killing her real husband he assumes the role. The two return to their home, away from the world. YC has done much in order to keep his secrets hidden but his new 'bride' seems to suspect something. Can they live in wedded bliss or will his damning secrets be his undoing? Additional planning would need to be done but the above is a basic premise. The World in Purple and Gray Themes- Horror, Twisted Love, Manipulation, Violence, Corruption, Status Quo, Post-Apocalyptic Craving Loosely based around American Horror Story 'Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what Ive tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction Ice is also great And would suffice.' Technically speaking, it ended with both- first fire and then ice. I want to say that I remember in great detail how the world had ended. That, when the first nuclear bomb dropped and decimated Los Angelos, I can recall down to the very minutest vivid detail what I had been doing. Sadly, I can't, nor do I care to. My life, proper to the 'End', was anything but enjoyable. I'm not being melodramatic, I'm just being honest. See, I was- no, am, the personal peon assistant to the Sasha Windom, daughter and heiress to the Windom Resorts. Basically, she tells me to jump and I ask when and how high. Because her daddy was rich enough to buy her a ticket into the Sanctuary she and by proxy, I, was able to avoid the blast. Within that same vein, because she has money and because she's now the only Windom still sucking fresh air, she still resides pleasantly in the lap of luxury as a Purple. Me, well, I'm a gray. The Sanctuary has rules, and these rules are pretty straightforward. One, Purples are allotted every luxury they could think of and as such, are permitted to wear beautiful garments made of lovely purple. Grays, well, we're basically indentured servants and, you guessed it, wear plain, ugly gray. Second, there is absolute, one hundred fifty million percent, no fornicating- well, at least for the Grays anyway. Third, no one is allowed to leave, under any circumstances. If you do, you're not allowed to come back in and you willingly take your chances with the hordes of cancer-ridden cannibals outside, and that's it. The only problem is him . I thought life as a gray, always remembering to keep my eyes down and to answer to every beckoned call by Sasha, was going to be anything but exciting. I would have preferred a boring life, filled with the humdrum of basic menial tasks but no. Apparently, if there's a God, he's got a very sick sense of humor. Why? Oh, only because I now have two personal tormentors- Sasha and only the most irritating, nauseating, beautiful man in existence. All I know about him is, he won't leave me alone. Summarized story The world has ended and what few remaining survivors, safely tucked underground in a luxurious bunker, have been divided into two classes- Purple and Gray. Purple's are royalty while Grays are their obedient servants. For one womanMC, this was nothing she hadn't already been accustom too. Day in and day out, she is forced to fall on bended knee or play 'Go For to her Mistress. That is until an unexpected man arrives- YC. He's powerful, handsome, outwardly cold and gives MC the creeps. She can't say why but can honestly say that she hates being in the same room with him- he just seems like evil incarnate. Yet no matter how far MC tries to run from him, there are only so many places she can hide and he is a Purple and he can do anything he wants. Last edited Aug 31, 2021