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Welcome to my request thread! You can call me Summer. I've been on sites like this for a good five years and love the variety of different writers! It will always hold a special place in my heart. I've found with being a new stay at home mom comes a lot more free time than I'm used to and I have been itching to make my come back.
First, some important bullet points about me as a writer so we can decide if we're compatible!
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Welcome to my request thread! You can call me Summer. I've been on sites like this for a good five years and love the variety of different writers! It will always hold a special place in my heart. I've found with being a new stay at home mom comes a lot more free time than I'm used to and I have been itching to make my come back.
First, some important bullet points about me as a writer so we can decide if we're compatible!
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-Plot wise, I tend to love the darker side of writing. Morally grey characters, questionable actions, forbidden romance and men that cannot be fixed. My fav! I am a very big Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon and Supernatural stan so my doors are always open to something of the sort. No fandoms though. I prefer to play my own original characters. I write a very large variety of things all the way from slice-of-life to heavy fantasy. Oh, and I'm never opposed to a mafia story, but each story must include some form of romance. With romance comes smut. Naturally. I will not partake in a story consuming amount, but instead prefer the buildup of tension between the characters. It makes those moments much more meaningful. We can discuss limits in private.
-I require a character sheet for your main character and a reference photo for their appearances. I like to make smaller character sheets for recurring side characters as well.
-I respond at the very least once in the span of 48 hours but likely more if I'm really into the story. Like I said earlier, I'm a stay at home mom, and with kids you never know what's going to happen next. If there's ever a delay I'll let you know! Communication is key.
- I consider myself to be more on the detail oriented side. On average I'll write about 500 to 1,000 words. I usually mirror my partner's length but would prefer no less than maybe 300. I'm aware slow in between moments happen and that's fine.
-I only write as a female (excluding side characters). Nothing against men, it's simply just my preference. I'm open to writing with male and female characters or woman playing the role of a man. (Men created by women are simply the best). I do not personally wish to partake in anything involving furies. Absolutely nothing against the community, just a preference.
If you have any further questions, feel free to ask away. And if you are an old partner of mine, feel free to re-reach out, should you find yourself wanting to revive an old story or create a new one.
It had been twenty-four days since Layla had seen land. Twenty-four days of scarcely eating the fruits she'd managed to store from the forests back home in Aesteriel. Twenty-four days of boiling sea water on Arraxi's back when they were lucky enough to find rocks or sand bars in the middle of the gaping sea large enough to land on. Finding food for Arraxi wasn't much of a problem, but it was visibly uncomfortable for the fiery beast to dive into the water and come back with a sea creature large enough to subside him for a couple of days. She worried that the water hurt him, but he seemed fine once he dried and regained his warm temperature. Fish was not her favorite food but after starving for days at a time she could appreciate the protein. Arraxi remained strong throughout the entire journey, flying for two days at a time. By the third day he'd begin to slow down, tired of flapping his wings and if he were a younger dragon they wouldn't have made it. They almost always found a landing spot on the second day and Layla would begin praying on the third. The pair continued-on South, but part of Layla wondered if there was anything beyond the sea at all. She heard rumors of Kingdoms past the waters, but never of anyone's return. In the beginning she worried about pirates and King Oris's fleet, but not once had they seen a ship from above the clouds. No ship could travel at Arraxi's pace anyways.
By the morning of the twenty fifth day Layla catches sight of land that appeared to be a small seaside city. The relief she and Arraxi felt was undeniable. Unsure if they were seen by its people, she steers Arraxi around to circle the territory until they can find land safe enough to land on. Preferably isolated. They traveled until they discovered a small opening surrounded by trees on top of a large mountain. After leaving Arraxi to rest she circles the land and is able to determine there is no form of human life close enough to discover the pair. There is a small village below, but it is a safe enough distance away. She decides they will stay until she can figure out what to do.
After a week of resting and adapting to the land Layla decides to enter the village. No one seemed to question her or the dirty torn-up dress she wore but she did receive a few looks from the locals. It was a trade town. As a foreigner she'd blend in better than she could hope to anywhere else. Her accent seemed to be the only thing that drew any suspicion after she traded the ruby necklace that hung around her neck for coins to buy a new outfit and cheap armor. She even managed to get a bow and arrow for hunting.
On the first day of the second week the old woman named Marina whom she'd gotten into the habit of running into while trading meat for money with the towns butcher smiles in her direction. She wore nice clothes and always had her hair done up like the ladies of court back home. She was likely someone of importance. "Hello again dear, the butcher must love having you around. You bring in fresher meet than any other hunter around this little town." Unsure of what to say she politely nods. "Yes ma'am, it is a hobby."
"That accents unlike anything I've ever heard and that white hair... Where are you from?" Layla perks up ready to quick fire her made up response but before she can answer the woman rests a hand on her tense shoulder. "No worries child, I know a runaway when I see one. You will be safe from whatever monster you ran from here. And if you ever get tired of hunting, I could use some more hand maidens. My husband Lord Tillian sent me away long ago to manage this little town of his. It gets rather lonely." The old woman seemed genuine, but Layla had already drawn to much attention to herself. She'd have to relocate soon. Part of her wanted to stay but if Arraxi was discovered while she was gone and someone tried to attack him, or worse approach him... Everything could go up in flames. Quite literally.
"I will consider your offer ma'am. Have a good day." She gets out of there as fast as she can with a bag of leftover coins and a new dagger in tow. She was reaching the top of the mountain when she hears Arraxi's deep warning growl. That was not a good sign. She picks up the pace
By the morning of the twenty fifth day Layla catches sight of land that appeared to be a small seaside city. The relief she and Arraxi felt was undeniable. Unsure if they were seen by its people, she steers Arraxi around to circle the territory until they can find land safe enough to land on. Preferably isolated. They traveled until they discovered a small opening surrounded by trees on top of a large mountain. After leaving Arraxi to rest she circles the land and is able to determine there is no form of human life close enough to discover the pair. There is a small village below, but it is a safe enough distance away. She decides they will stay until she can figure out what to do.
After a week of resting and adapting to the land Layla decides to enter the village. No one seemed to question her or the dirty torn-up dress she wore but she did receive a few looks from the locals. It was a trade town. As a foreigner she'd blend in better than she could hope to anywhere else. Her accent seemed to be the only thing that drew any suspicion after she traded the ruby necklace that hung around her neck for coins to buy a new outfit and cheap armor. She even managed to get a bow and arrow for hunting.
On the first day of the second week the old woman named Marina whom she'd gotten into the habit of running into while trading meat for money with the towns butcher smiles in her direction. She wore nice clothes and always had her hair done up like the ladies of court back home. She was likely someone of importance. "Hello again dear, the butcher must love having you around. You bring in fresher meet than any other hunter around this little town." Unsure of what to say she politely nods. "Yes ma'am, it is a hobby."
"That accents unlike anything I've ever heard and that white hair... Where are you from?" Layla perks up ready to quick fire her made up response but before she can answer the woman rests a hand on her tense shoulder. "No worries child, I know a runaway when I see one. You will be safe from whatever monster you ran from here. And if you ever get tired of hunting, I could use some more hand maidens. My husband Lord Tillian sent me away long ago to manage this little town of his. It gets rather lonely." The old woman seemed genuine, but Layla had already drawn to much attention to herself. She'd have to relocate soon. Part of her wanted to stay but if Arraxi was discovered while she was gone and someone tried to attack him, or worse approach him... Everything could go up in flames. Quite literally.
"I will consider your offer ma'am. Have a good day." She gets out of there as fast as she can with a bag of leftover coins and a new dagger in tow. She was reaching the top of the mountain when she hears Arraxi's deep warning growl. That was not a good sign. She picks up the pace
"Cas can I have tomorrow off. I know it's kind of last minute but this guy..." Cassy turns to obnoxious red head with wild eyes. "Penny you can't just ask for a day off because a guy asked you out."
Penny was the daughter of a widely known lawyer who dappled heavily in the dirty. She'd heard from the gossipers who hit her chair that her father had disowned her after she chose to take on cosmetology school instead of law school. Thank God for that. The poor girl would make an awful lawyer. She was about as dumb as a kitten... Bless her heart. She however made up for it by having some serious talent with hair shears, not to mention the clientele loved her meaningless ramble. Cassy could never fire the girl and she knew it, often pushing the employee/Boss boundaries.
"But-" Cassy raises her hand to shut her up. "Nope. No buts. I've been working for eight hours 5 days straight. Tomorrow is my day off and I am not putting pregnant Rosie in here by herself. Either you work or I cut your pay." They both knew she wouldn't. Seeming to get the hint that Cassy was exhausted beyond measures she nods and gives her a sad little frown before hopping back over to her chair where an older lady with fluffy white hair sits elegantly.
She had no idea how elegant was even possible in her salon. The interior was chaos, covered in all shades of pink, purple, blue and turquoise. On the walls and on some of the chairs lay beautiful graffiti you'd see on city walls. Perks to having an artistic best friend. They even allowed the child's home a couple blocks away to come by and paint away the kids section. It was Cassy's dream come true. Her home.
Well besides her small studio apartment. Exactly where she planned on heading right now. Her feet were screaming bloody murder and her true crime documentaries were screaming for her even louder. She planned on burying herself in pillows and blankets, not rising until Camden, her bestfriend, busts down her door to take her out shopping tomorrow afternoon. At this point his addiction was unhealthy, taking retail therapy to a whole different level.
"Bye Penny. Don't forget to lock up." She'd have Gorge the owner of the dinner next door check anyways. Penny will be Penny.
"Sure thing babe!" Shaking her head with a slight smile she walks to the back to grab her purse and water bottle before stopping at the register to take out a ten dollar bill (Perks of being the owner). Cookies and cream icecream here she comes.
There was a slight breeze to the New York air, making the smell of gasoline and God knows what even stronger. She hated the City, but it was incredibly good for buisness. Alone in this world it was all she had, and it was clear by all the time and effort she put into the "Dollhouse" She was under staffed for the amount of customers they get, but that was her fault. She turned down more hair stylists than she could count. Rosie, Penny, Cam and Andrea were her go tos.
Walking up to the small corner convinence store Cassy peers through the glass. To her absolute demise, a man in his late 50s sits behind the counter. It wasn't the fact he was a man that had her walking right past the door ice cream be damned, but the black curled up horns on top of his head. That's right. Black horns. And not the type you could purchase at party city for 5 dollars. The type that rooted up from his fucking head, and she was willing to bet her left tit his mouth is filled with razor sharp teeth. She could see things other people could not. View just beyond the veil, and it had ruined her life. Every single time she saw one of them. She got a sick feeling in her gut. It happened quite often. They were everywhere interacting with unknowing humans. For years she'd believed it was her mind playing tricks on her, but after her mothers murder she saw first hand what happens when she isn't careful or pretends like they're normal. So not she avoids any trace of the supernatural keeping to herself.
Unfortunately, the man had caught her scent giving a long look. She'd once been told by a woman at a bar she worked at when she was in college that she smelled different. Somewhat between honey and vanilla. The woman had a tail and cat like eyes. Cassy quit that very night. After that she'd assumed scent was what caught their attention after accidently looking to long at their features. She in response laced herself head to toe with floral scented shampoos, body washes and perfume.
Peering over her shoulder she finds the door to the store closed. Just to be sure she wasn't followed she takes a quick turn the opposite direction of her home into a busy crowd, walking for a few more minutes. When there's enough people to block her path she makes a turn into a cramped alley way, running to the end and around the next corner, the heels of her boots click against the pavement.
Eventually, she pulls out her phone and types her address into the gps. Just to be safe she'd take the back alleys. Her free hand instinctively goes to the concealed gun strapped to the side of her hip underneath her leather jacket. It had been a pain in the ass to get a license to carry legally, but she'd made it a priority. Never again would she let those Hellish creatures hurt her. If it came down to death she would die fighting.
Movement in the corner of her eye catches her attention. Two winged beings falling from the sky... one with white wings the other with black. They appeared to be fighting. "Fuck fuck They were falling right where she was headed. With luck she could make it past them without being sighted. Pushing off her feet a little faster she makes it to the corner of a building using the wall as a shield just in time to watch the striking darker being reach into the angelic man's chest and tear out his heart. His body spasms and he turns into dust before her wide eye. Cassys stomach twists and she realizes she's going to throw up. She does just that the second the being rips into the hearts flesh with his teeth. Her hand goes to her mouth, but its not enough. Kneeling over, hands on her knees she vomits directly onto the ground.
Recovering quickly she looks up just in time to hold eye contact with the man, blonde curls blowing like wild fire around her face. Her life flashes before her very eyes, she cant move. All she can do is gape at the blood coated lips, dark hair, perfect face and beautiful wings. Deep down she knew behind those eyes there's nothing but evil. This man would kill her then probably eat her heart to in a second. Like ice cold water is poured right down her spine she straightens, dropping her water bottle with a loud bang. Her pistol is in her hand and within seconds she's sending a bullet right towards him. If he doesnt dodge it, it will pierce his wing. She takes off running as fast as her legs will take her. Having zero chance of out running him, an injury will slow him down and give her enough time to get back to the busy side walk where she could blend in. Two sightings in one night... She was sooooo lucky.
Calves burning she runs because now her life depends on it. It was about a two minute stretch of building before the next opening onto a street. She could make it. She had to.
And she did. She hadn't a single clue if the man was following her still, but either way she successfully makes it on to the sidewalks. Because it's New York, no one seems to question her wild hair, flushed cheeks or the intense panting. Slowing into a normal walk, tears prick the corner of her eyes. If this ruined everything for her... If he found her...
"Shut up Cassy." Shedding her very expensive jacket she tosses it onto the ground. That did get her a few looks. Now that he had her scent she needed to throw him off. She could never be to sure.
After an entire hour of shedding random clothing pieces across the streets she stops at a thrift store and buys a tank top and sweats to replace whats left over. The lady at the counter looked like she was going pass out with joy when Cassy tosses her Dior boots into the counter in exchange for 30 dollars. She didn't have time to negotiate prices. She needed to get home.
"You didn't kill any body in these right? That's usually what happens when some one comes in here to exchange an entire out fit. I mean Dior boots for sneakers."
"No, I shot a man with black wings who just ate the heart on an angle." She states dryly before walking right out the building. The woman of course stares at her with raised eyebrows, muttering something along the lines of "Fucking New Yorkers."
It takes an awkward cab ride and a whole long walk the stairs before she's finally in her apartment. She locks both the doors lock and the extra three other pad locks she had installed. Call it trauma.
Ridding herself of the shoes she drops face first into her bundle of pillows on the couch. Tonight was horrifying, so horrifying she spends the next 40 minutes going over every detail in her head. The man's face was imprinted into her mind where it would stay for the rest of the night until she eventually falls into an exhausted sleep tosses across her bed.
She'd only gotten up from the couch to change into a thin silky pink night gown and rub off her left over make up. The couch was much more comfortable but the bed was further from the door, so the sound of foot steps and dismantling the other locks on her room door would wake her with enough time to grab the gun below her bed and emergency pepper spray.
She does not fuck around when it comes to security.
Penny was the daughter of a widely known lawyer who dappled heavily in the dirty. She'd heard from the gossipers who hit her chair that her father had disowned her after she chose to take on cosmetology school instead of law school. Thank God for that. The poor girl would make an awful lawyer. She was about as dumb as a kitten... Bless her heart. She however made up for it by having some serious talent with hair shears, not to mention the clientele loved her meaningless ramble. Cassy could never fire the girl and she knew it, often pushing the employee/Boss boundaries.
"But-" Cassy raises her hand to shut her up. "Nope. No buts. I've been working for eight hours 5 days straight. Tomorrow is my day off and I am not putting pregnant Rosie in here by herself. Either you work or I cut your pay." They both knew she wouldn't. Seeming to get the hint that Cassy was exhausted beyond measures she nods and gives her a sad little frown before hopping back over to her chair where an older lady with fluffy white hair sits elegantly.
She had no idea how elegant was even possible in her salon. The interior was chaos, covered in all shades of pink, purple, blue and turquoise. On the walls and on some of the chairs lay beautiful graffiti you'd see on city walls. Perks to having an artistic best friend. They even allowed the child's home a couple blocks away to come by and paint away the kids section. It was Cassy's dream come true. Her home.
Well besides her small studio apartment. Exactly where she planned on heading right now. Her feet were screaming bloody murder and her true crime documentaries were screaming for her even louder. She planned on burying herself in pillows and blankets, not rising until Camden, her bestfriend, busts down her door to take her out shopping tomorrow afternoon. At this point his addiction was unhealthy, taking retail therapy to a whole different level.
"Bye Penny. Don't forget to lock up." She'd have Gorge the owner of the dinner next door check anyways. Penny will be Penny.
"Sure thing babe!" Shaking her head with a slight smile she walks to the back to grab her purse and water bottle before stopping at the register to take out a ten dollar bill (Perks of being the owner). Cookies and cream icecream here she comes.
There was a slight breeze to the New York air, making the smell of gasoline and God knows what even stronger. She hated the City, but it was incredibly good for buisness. Alone in this world it was all she had, and it was clear by all the time and effort she put into the "Dollhouse" She was under staffed for the amount of customers they get, but that was her fault. She turned down more hair stylists than she could count. Rosie, Penny, Cam and Andrea were her go tos.
Walking up to the small corner convinence store Cassy peers through the glass. To her absolute demise, a man in his late 50s sits behind the counter. It wasn't the fact he was a man that had her walking right past the door ice cream be damned, but the black curled up horns on top of his head. That's right. Black horns. And not the type you could purchase at party city for 5 dollars. The type that rooted up from his fucking head, and she was willing to bet her left tit his mouth is filled with razor sharp teeth. She could see things other people could not. View just beyond the veil, and it had ruined her life. Every single time she saw one of them. She got a sick feeling in her gut. It happened quite often. They were everywhere interacting with unknowing humans. For years she'd believed it was her mind playing tricks on her, but after her mothers murder she saw first hand what happens when she isn't careful or pretends like they're normal. So not she avoids any trace of the supernatural keeping to herself.
Unfortunately, the man had caught her scent giving a long look. She'd once been told by a woman at a bar she worked at when she was in college that she smelled different. Somewhat between honey and vanilla. The woman had a tail and cat like eyes. Cassy quit that very night. After that she'd assumed scent was what caught their attention after accidently looking to long at their features. She in response laced herself head to toe with floral scented shampoos, body washes and perfume.
Peering over her shoulder she finds the door to the store closed. Just to be sure she wasn't followed she takes a quick turn the opposite direction of her home into a busy crowd, walking for a few more minutes. When there's enough people to block her path she makes a turn into a cramped alley way, running to the end and around the next corner, the heels of her boots click against the pavement.
Eventually, she pulls out her phone and types her address into the gps. Just to be safe she'd take the back alleys. Her free hand instinctively goes to the concealed gun strapped to the side of her hip underneath her leather jacket. It had been a pain in the ass to get a license to carry legally, but she'd made it a priority. Never again would she let those Hellish creatures hurt her. If it came down to death she would die fighting.
Movement in the corner of her eye catches her attention. Two winged beings falling from the sky... one with white wings the other with black. They appeared to be fighting. "Fuck fuck They were falling right where she was headed. With luck she could make it past them without being sighted. Pushing off her feet a little faster she makes it to the corner of a building using the wall as a shield just in time to watch the striking darker being reach into the angelic man's chest and tear out his heart. His body spasms and he turns into dust before her wide eye. Cassys stomach twists and she realizes she's going to throw up. She does just that the second the being rips into the hearts flesh with his teeth. Her hand goes to her mouth, but its not enough. Kneeling over, hands on her knees she vomits directly onto the ground.
Recovering quickly she looks up just in time to hold eye contact with the man, blonde curls blowing like wild fire around her face. Her life flashes before her very eyes, she cant move. All she can do is gape at the blood coated lips, dark hair, perfect face and beautiful wings. Deep down she knew behind those eyes there's nothing but evil. This man would kill her then probably eat her heart to in a second. Like ice cold water is poured right down her spine she straightens, dropping her water bottle with a loud bang. Her pistol is in her hand and within seconds she's sending a bullet right towards him. If he doesnt dodge it, it will pierce his wing. She takes off running as fast as her legs will take her. Having zero chance of out running him, an injury will slow him down and give her enough time to get back to the busy side walk where she could blend in. Two sightings in one night... She was sooooo lucky.
Calves burning she runs because now her life depends on it. It was about a two minute stretch of building before the next opening onto a street. She could make it. She had to.
And she did. She hadn't a single clue if the man was following her still, but either way she successfully makes it on to the sidewalks. Because it's New York, no one seems to question her wild hair, flushed cheeks or the intense panting. Slowing into a normal walk, tears prick the corner of her eyes. If this ruined everything for her... If he found her...
"Shut up Cassy." Shedding her very expensive jacket she tosses it onto the ground. That did get her a few looks. Now that he had her scent she needed to throw him off. She could never be to sure.
After an entire hour of shedding random clothing pieces across the streets she stops at a thrift store and buys a tank top and sweats to replace whats left over. The lady at the counter looked like she was going pass out with joy when Cassy tosses her Dior boots into the counter in exchange for 30 dollars. She didn't have time to negotiate prices. She needed to get home.
"You didn't kill any body in these right? That's usually what happens when some one comes in here to exchange an entire out fit. I mean Dior boots for sneakers."
"No, I shot a man with black wings who just ate the heart on an angle." She states dryly before walking right out the building. The woman of course stares at her with raised eyebrows, muttering something along the lines of "Fucking New Yorkers."
It takes an awkward cab ride and a whole long walk the stairs before she's finally in her apartment. She locks both the doors lock and the extra three other pad locks she had installed. Call it trauma.
Ridding herself of the shoes she drops face first into her bundle of pillows on the couch. Tonight was horrifying, so horrifying she spends the next 40 minutes going over every detail in her head. The man's face was imprinted into her mind where it would stay for the rest of the night until she eventually falls into an exhausted sleep tosses across her bed.
She'd only gotten up from the couch to change into a thin silky pink night gown and rub off her left over make up. The couch was much more comfortable but the bed was further from the door, so the sound of foot steps and dismantling the other locks on her room door would wake her with enough time to grab the gun below her bed and emergency pepper spray.
She does not fuck around when it comes to security.
Pairings I <3
Demon X Angel
Supe Hunter X Supe
Witch X Other Supe
Queen X Knight
Opposing King/Queen.
Kings Other Wife
Biker X College "Good Girl"
Older Guy X Younger Girl
(Still adults above 20!!!!!)
Crime Lord X Exotic Dancer
Demon X Angel
Supe Hunter X Supe
Witch X Other Supe
Queen X Knight
Opposing King/Queen.
Kings Other Wife
Biker X College "Good Girl"
Older Guy X Younger Girl
(Still adults above 20!!!!!)
Crime Lord X Exotic Dancer
(List of plots in progress!!!)
I'm always open to plot suggestions!
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