Who Ever Said Pink Was A Girl's Color: Corrupted's Requests.

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Limitations/Regulations: The truth of the matter is I really don't have any. Though I'd love it if you are Advanced, I'll role-play with anyone. =D

->> I hate God-moding.

-->I just want you to tell me if you do~

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Lists:
Lets make this a little fun.
Anything in bold I want to play.
Anything in Italics I have a faint or full blown plot behind it.
Anything underlined I'm craving or hoping for.
Anything struck out I'm in no mood for.
Anything without a marking is fair game.
The more means I want it now.
Got it? Good.

Usual C r a v i n g: Something With A Demon In It.

Pairings: Y'know it honey

Demon x Angel
Demon x Fallen
Demon x Vampire
Demon x Incubus
Demon x Demon
Demon x Human
Demon x Hunter
Angel x Angel
Angel x Fallen
Angel x Vampire
Angel x Incubus
Angel x Human
Angel x Hunter
Fallen x Fallen
Fallen x Vampire
Fallen x Incubus
Fallen x Human
Fallen x Hunter
Vampire x Vampire
Vampire x Incubus
Vampire x Human
Vampire x Hunter
Incubus x Incubus
Incubus x Human
Incubus x Hunter

=I know I'm missing tons, so suggest a few and we'll work with that.

Genre[plots? maybe]: Say what? (No really)
-> Fantasy
-> Medieval
-> Medieval Fantasy
-> Gifted Teens
-> Experiments
-> Normal Teens
-> Night Club
-> Pirate
-> Future
-> Laboratory
-> Hospital
-> Nanobot
-> High School
-> Band
-> Other <- suggest it.

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Plots: I don't normally write them. So Any being here would be slightly startling. o_o'

Demon x Angel: I have a whole introduction behind this somewhere, but in a nutshell... An angel was sent to earth to test his resistance, since the last time he had come down he was seduced by a man on earth. Now he's sent again to see if he's worth of being an angel all together. And yet again he still has the same temptation.

Angel x Hunter: A hunter was sent after a rogue fallen and starts to follow an angel by accident. He refuses to believe that he's following the wrong target, despite how the angel handles the murderous individual.
<No introduction Available>

Experiments/Nanobot: I have a whole introduction after this one topic somewhere-- its with my demon x angel one. In a nutshell--- scientists where enlisted to creature the perfect human and have failed countless times. What are they going to do with their 'test subjects' as they still try advancing?

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Samples: Hold your horses, here comes the flood...

Sample: Isaiah- Air Bender- Setting: The new avatar has risen after master aang, Isaiah is to be his new mentor of air bending. The world is under turmoil due to two waring fire bender leaders.

Flash Back~

Fear. It was something all beings felt, whether it was triggered from another creature or from the lack of knowledge; it gripped all, no matter how strong they felt. They had all succumb to the feel of it.

This emotion had at times troubled her, she would be held with a tight restrain over her form that seemed to not fit with her character. No sort of thing plagued those around her, their eyes shining with the strength that she felt she lacked. Dazed she would struggle with the bonds that ensnared her hold on life, feeling any control slip through her hands like grains of sand; she felt this today as well. Normality was something that she clung to. Watching the laid back ways of the people here in the temple, they smiled, laughed and played- no strings attached. They where lucky, she felt- they had their families and the others around them that cared. Indeed she did as well, an elder monk whom came by to visit her everyday. He was a kind sole whom she respected, even with his completely lazy attitude that suggested that he hadn't done a thing in his life, but bend. His cheeks always a nice shade of red as he laughed at her, watching as she tried her best at things that she shouldn't even been emulating. 'That's what little boys did'- he would tell her with a hearty chuckle.

How was he able to be so lighthearted? She wondered, rubbing her hands against her face as she took in the faded scent of her brother. The bandages now laid limp against her neck, a bit like a scarf that she neglected to tie tight. Her fingers weaved into it longingly as she stared out at the sky above. It was still light outside, yet soon it would be dark. Time to sleep then time to rise. It all seemed the same nowadays to her, well it had been until the monk had come around and spoke to her earlier this week.

She could remember stuttering in a rather foolish manner. He smiled at her, his expression showing great pride for being with her for so long. He had been there when her brother had left. "You are to accompany the Avatar and teach him Air Bending, Isaiah..." he told her bring down a hand to her shaky shoulder to steady her. For a moment she had paused, thinking this was some kind of joke, but his face told her everything- he wasn't kidding. Even with the symbol of a master air bender plastered over her body she had never thought in a million years that she would have to teach Air Bending to anyone, let alone the avatar. The two talked it out after, in the end she had agreed, but showed a lack of stability to it- would she run and evade this opportunity? She felt like hiding from it like a child from a monster in her closet. That was her feelings, she didn't easily warm up to such attention grabbing events.

Shaking herself a bit, she gazed up. All she felt like doing was finding her brother. It had been years and their had been no sign from him. She had excepted that he would return the night he left, but he hadn't. Disappearing from her life as if forever, she bit her lip at the thought of never seeing him again- her grip around the bandages tightening. I'll find him! a determined look flashing on her face momentarily as she leaned back, hearing the words of a few elders nearby. They where talking about bending it seemed as they laughed in between. Grinning she slowly stood, making her way around the others in sight until she was behind the group. Quickly she pulled out a few miniature cakes she had been saving for the right time, placing them down-one atop the other. She slowly started to weave the wind around her, energy circling her body as she swung her arms with grace. With a fan securely in her right hand she pushed the cakes off one at a time, watching as the wind flew that straight onto the men, each falling atop there heads. Turning with a roaring laughter, a few waved to her- she was the main prankster here; anything that was committed was likely her doing.

It had been a nicely won title for her- the prankster of the temple. She enjoyed every moment that she used her bending skills to pull pranks on others. Cakes among other assortments of sweets where known to pop up in the most bizarre places; hats, boots, beds, anything that was accessible had been used in cooperation with some sort of treat for a prank. It lightened up most people's moods and indeed helped her cope with her separation from her brother. Those fleeting moments and smiles that where enough to melt her heart away. She giggled childishly before grinning widely triumphant. "Another prank done without flaws~" she mused to herself. Fan slipping back into her back pocket as she made for a bed, laying down on it.

Time passed rather quickly after that, night falling as if it had been ready to leap into the sky at any moment. Waiting to pounce until it had indeed conquered the sky. Pulling the covers over her head she sighed, she would be off on her 'journey' tomorrow to meet up with the Avatar whom would be in Ba Sing Se. She wondered how long the water bender--- as she was told--- would be there. It would make it easier for her to track him down, then going over the world to find one man. Though admittedly, it would be nice to sight-see a bit. She had never left the security of the temple, liking the kind and humorous atmosphere that settled within. At times it comforted her to be in a place where nothing was held too seriously. So the adventure would indeed help her grow and learn.

Shifting a bit she felt darkness take over her as she slowly slipped into a mindless state. Falling asleep with her head nestled in the pillow that it laid upon, she could only hear the sound of the air around her. The still yet melodious silence that rocked her too sleep every night. Her grip failed upon the sheets as she slipped further, slowly becoming still. Would she really go with the Avatar? She was unsure as her dreams took her over, plunging her into an assortment of wild fantasies and one dream that felt so real she couldn't help, but moan at its content.

Within Her Dreams~

The long thin fingers that wrapped her body where too familiar that she couldn't help, but gasp at the feelings that seemed to open from her damed up heart. The ghostly pale wisps of white that fell to her sides along with her own made her eyes swell. Was it him? Slowly she looked up to be greeted by the tight bandages that bond the man's eyes, his face holding a weak smile of sorts that he had given her many times before. She could feel his heart beating against the her back and felt that he too could feel the rapid pulse of her organ. Is it real? His fingers slowly traced a heart over her chest as he breathed against the top of her head softly. Isaac?! she felt like screaming with joy as he drew her closer, his touch warm and strong like he always had been.

Isaiah had opened her mouth to talk when his fingers traced over them slowly. "Hush" his voice was like a soft whisper, just like always. He was so real that she simply wanted to hold him forever, even though he was holding her. "Sister, we will meet again." his words made her heart beat faster, to the point that she felt that it might break her ribcage as it tried to escape to show her strengthened emotions. She was in heaven, she wasn't even sure how she had gotten here as she gazed at his face. Why had he come back now? The thought crossed her mind, but was quickly pushed aside by the joy that she contained. Her lips then snapped open- why not meet now? "Why not now?" she asked him as his grip loosened on her form. It devastated her as she felt his form leave her, disappearing slowly into the darkness around her- "Help the Avatar" was all that he said.

Couldn't he have said more for her sake?

Morning~

Feeling the touch of hands on her cheek, her body gave a lurch- moaning slightly as her eyes opened. She saw the face of her elder above her, a look of concern in his eyes. "Are you okay, Isaiah? You where moaning?" he spoke as she registered her surroundings. She nodded, not speaking further about it. He did the same, watching as the female stretched with a large yawn- arms going towards the sky as she rubbed her eyes. It had felt so real to her, why hadn't he simply told her when, why, anything more then that. Recalling the events from her dream, she snapped her attention to the elder monk that was still at her side. She flashed him a wide smile, "I'm off to find the Avatar!" she spoke with a new tone added to her voice. The monk took notice and slapped her on the back playfully, "Good!" he laughed heartily handing her a ticket. She took it a bit confused then realized what it was for, it was for boarding an Air Ship. She hadn't gotten a ride on them before and the thought of not Air Bending the whole way, settled any doubts in her mind. Swiftly she drew her arms around the old monk, making the man chuckle with delight. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou" she babbled- it had been something she wanted to do. Now she could, she then unlatched herself from the other; but not without slipping a piece of cake down the man's back. He squired and writhed for a moment before sticking his hand back there, he took a taste then laughed. Same old prankster, he thought, grinning- watching as the girl before him ran off to get ready.

Present~

The Air Ship had already taken off, the passengers nearby her restless as they looked over others around aside from talking about things they would do when they landed in the Earth Kingdom. They held no side when it came to the fighting, being neutral like the Water Kingdoms had. Yet war had an effect like that, it tended to tear peace apart at the seams until their was nothing left pouring out by the lives of the innocent. The thought of embracing death made a shiver run down her spine, she now sat- observing the outside as they glided past the clouds around. The take off had scared her, she hated fire and seeing the fire benders as they held their flares come before using it to stoke the hot steam frightened her. Anything pertaining to fire freaked her out, to the point that if it got close enough it was possible that she would start screaming her head off. She wasn't proud of it, but it was the truth. It was a good thing she wasn't an Air Bender.

Pressing against the window to look outside, she smiled- the cloud below resembled a few things as they passed. A few trees, among other things that made her mind drift. How long had it been since she had seen her brother? She wasn't even sure at this point, she had been young compared to her age at the present time. Maybe it had been five years or so? She didn't know, shaking in her day dreaming state as she slide her fingers in between her lap. At least she had some sort of lead, even if it was as fleeting as her thoughts. A dream to go on, a dream to fulfill.

Soon they landed, her feet pulling her up as she got up. She had no clue where to find him,only being told that he would appear in Ba Sing Se. She started through the crowd, getting a few looks from the markings of a master over her body, despite how well her large light blue turtleneck sweater hid it. How her long pants covered her legs, showing very little near her ankles. Her feet where fitted into sandals which clicked with each step, being made of what seemed like a soft yet durable material- a bag slung around her shoulder to hold her belongings. Moving through the crowd she overhead several things as she went, the loud bustling sounds making her freeze occasionally from the volume that drummed relentlessly on her eardrums. She had never learned how to block out anything to loud for her, so in turn she would be paralyzed for minutes after when the sound reverberated inside. It pained her to some degree as she tried to steal herself. Overhearing that the avatar had gone to the Northern Air Temple. That meant more travel.

Sighing she pulled out her fan, it was a fairly decent size- a bit bigger then a pocket sized fan- not something that could support weight, but something strong enough to blow out a few harsh gusts of wind. She smirked, moving away from the crowd as she looked up. She'd have to get there somehow, so why now by wind or by sail. Running she ran to different merchants, buying odds ands ends until she started to put them together. Slowly she created a small 'flying device' much like the gliders that they had back home. She tapped it against the ground once to see its stability then smirked, putting her fan away as she ran towards where she had left the Air Ship she had gotten here on.

Dodging a few guards she made it to the top- within seconds she was air borne, several eyes staring in her direction as she rode the air currents. She didn't want to spend money on the ticket, so she'd be riding it out this way. Taking to the wind she grinned, sometimes she felt like she was a bit smarter then she should have been. Then again she had fashioned this out of a few awkward things she had bought from a few merchants cheap. She'd see how long the 'glider' would last her over the water and sands as she was blown North. With no knowledge of where the avatar was exactly, she'd try to brave this 'little' journey herself. Map in her sack and spirits high.

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Others: Check out my role-play characters, they have samples of my posts from gaia.

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Plotting. Demon x Angel

Recap from above: I have a whole introduction behind this somewhere, but in a nutshell... An angel was sent to earth to test his resistance, since the last time he had come down he was seduced by a man on earth. Now he's sent again to see if he's worth of being an angel all together. And yet again he still has the same temptation.



Let it play till all is gone, till nations rise and fall- so he may learn his lesson. Let the melody trap his soul in oblivion- so that he may learn his lesson. Let him live once more for the sins he wrought- just so he can learn his lesson or is he as hopeless as before?

Tend to him like a garden so that the seed I have sown won’t wither by dawn’s light. Give him the shade of his brethren that he has fallen, the leaves of the dead and the trunk of the barren. Let only the tears of the sky quench his thirst and not of man. For his soul is rotting from within.

Weed out his blemishes so that he may cry his own salvation. Give him but one chance to try again, one more life to live for the good he can do. Punish him for his sins and give him shelter.

A cracked porcelain doll with eyes of faded brown, laden with tuffs of unkempt tossed locks of sun. Each strand holding the tinge of must that had enveloped them for so long. Shake him free of his bondage that cages him, place him in his vessel of fiber, till he learns his lesson. Let the sheets hold his form for now as he sinks into his surroundings with an everlasting reminder of what he has lost. Tell him in due time my angel of his strengths before he cries his last tears.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-

’In the end you will cry all alone
Till your soul rots with your bones
This second change was no game
These mortal sins you were to tame
One more chance I will give
So that you may live’

The words rung clearly in his ears as his body shifted, the strong chill of metal on his arms great as his lips passed a yawn; eyes slowly opening to the sheets of vibrant white, his sense gradually coming back.

Sobbing illuminated the room while his eyes rolled in all directions as the fuzzy interior turned to blotches of gray and yellow. His fingers flexed to his dismay to find something within them.

The object held a grainy yet hard feel at one point while a sharp slicked texture elsewhere. He pulled it to his face as everything came into view. Walls of washed white with a soft trimming of yellow danced about him, like the far image of a female crying with legs drooped to the ground. Her face hidden behind the tissue she clenched as a few stirred from his movements. A bouquet of flowers sat idly to his side, being the soft hues of blue and purple as his optics turned on the item before him. A ring of sapphire sat in his grip.

Everything seemed Mitch matched as he felt the eyes on him, the voices slowly rising around in a half joyous notion as he felt another hold his free hand. The eyes still holding him highly as everything spun to how solid he truly was now, again- yet again he was in a vessel of flesh and blood.

“Max… Are you okay?” the voice rang- his eyes slowly turning to a male clutching his hand, he gave a slight cock of his head, confused. The other stared straight at him, putting a hand to his forehead, eyes slowly flickering to Max’s hand. “You’re holding your mother’s ring…” he said simply, a sorrow in his voice.

He held the ring tightly before putting his fingers to his neck- stitches… what? How?

-x-x-x-x-2 months later-x-x-x-x-

‘I can’t help the pain- I’ve been caused
Or the loss of memory that they all claim
But I can heal those wounds you hold like your pride
Just open up and let me inside.’

Those words, it was all he needed to hear as he rested on the velvet red couch, hair-casting shadows to his pupils as he felt the touch embrace his body. Sapphire ring hanging loosely from his right hand- ring finger; he was immobile for the moment as he felt a silky touch tingle his innards so.

Hands slowly traveling about the clothed figure till they rested at his chin, cupping it slowly before roughly pulling it upward- lip connecting with lip before pulling away hastily; eyes of soft tinted silver watched over his prey as he sunk further into his spell. Fool.

Max could feel himself slipping further and further in, unable to even make out the images around the as the feel shook his being in such a way he felt like he was in heaven once more. “Again….” Slipped his lips as he felt the other place his hands to his chest.

Oh how it felt so heavenly, he couldn’t resist, he couldn’t disobey- even when the other had walked in on him a month ago on the street. Glass removed and stitches healing, he was under the spell then and now was sinking further and further under.

The minutes felt just like hours to him as this went on, he slowly slipping and out of reality before it was all over. Slowly rising and leaving the other with a grim frown on his lips- he’d come back to the other in due time, when no one worried for his wounds, when everything was calm. He would- he promised he would.

The pavement felt hard on his feet as he started down the small walkway of the other’s, eyes drifting back every few minutes to spy it- till all was gone from his view. The frown still held on his lips as he started back home, a little aimlessly. To live with just his sister and brother was a bit of a heartache and to equal responsibility of the place was a headache for him. He had to get out.

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The Plotted Space. Experiment/Doctor/YouNameIt x Experiment

Recap from above: I have a whole introduction after this one topic somewhere-- its with my demon x angel one. In a nutshell--- scientists where enlisted to creature the perfect human and have failed countless times. What are they going to do with their 'test subjects' as they still try advancing?



Nanobot small machines that can be placed within one's bloodstream, or attached to a being to make them into what the program decides. Reconfiguring their set structure of anything universally significant, to what the mind ponders about or things even unrealistic that crawl deep within our subconscious as demon of the night or fiend of our nightmares.

2507, the future seemed pretty much the same as the past, containing wars, new medicine and technology; but an undercover agency works diligently on there new prototype, money on the line as it fails horribly on three subjects taken in forcefully. The three live in an artificial harmony of there walled cells, sedatives and other calming agents pumped into there bodies on a daily basis to keep them from there truly horrific ways.

One in particular; there first now lay on the barren steel, arms at his sides as a mask gripped his face, his eyes locked closed as he breathed in heavily. Long locks of night black tangled over the tube somewhat as the being gave a stifled cough outward, his breathe being collected and placed elsewhere for testing as long thin scythes rest on his bare chest. They fidgeted at times, unaware of any changes in the outside world as they drew closer to his muscles in wait of his awakening. It had been this way for 15 hours, his rest one of the longest of the three as he lay there motionless, a complex set up of scythes protecting his body from an unexplained harm that could be done to him again by the scientist by digital programming.

"Is he up yet?" asked a small man plodding along, white lab coat dragging on the floor. "Not yet..." answered another to his side, wheeling a cart of a large midsection of a cow. "You haven't found anything else he'll eat yet, did you?" sneered another coming up on the scientist's side. "No... he refuses everything else we've tried with him... he just won't eat like us anymore..." he said sadly, rubbing his brow. The cart stopped, the man slowly pulled out the tray of meat placing it near the edge of the plexiglass plated wall; that lead directly into the creature's cell.

The metal collided with the beast's head, making him jolt awake, scythes drawn forward as he let out an annoyed snarl. The sedatives where quickly given to him fast through the gasmask as the scientist scolded the other. "Don't do that to my creation!" he said angrily. "Never provoke him!" he spoke once more before waddling off with the other two following, the man with the cart behind.

The mask filtered it mainly to a calming agent that almost lulled Immon, the creation back to sleep. He stopped moving, falling back upon his stomach as the mask was slowly pulled off his face from its tight fastened position by electronic locks as a network of long tubes fell, attaching to small holes fused to his back. They started to quickly pump the sedative into his blood stream directly, making him lay there for a moment or two before the smell of the meat aroused him. He snarled.

He brought himself to his full height slowly, the scythes supporting his body as his hands went forward, outstretched to the meat with his mouth open wide, exposing pearly white fangs. His eyes had shrunken pupils obviously a side effect to the sedatives that where pumped into his body day and night through the system they had set up for him.

The meat stunk slightly, a little old, but he could have cared less if it was merely bones, he sunk his teeth in and started to eat. Small cameras around taking in all that he did without showing themselves to the bloodthirsty beast.

On film were the scientist's worse days and hours with him, the day they had tried introducing him to vegetables, a nasty idea, but it was cheaper than meat they surmised. Little had they known then how foolish it had been, he literally tore his containment cell into pieces from his own rage, slicing open a gateway to freedom for himself as they tried to pour in more sedatives as he downed a few of the staff angrily. They learned from the horrible incident to never change his diet of meat to anything other than that, they feared for a relapse of power; him overwhelming them rather than them controlling him.

The prototype to the real goal seemed barely able to sustain him for long, so they had to keep him locked up, its grasp on his body minimal after the duration period of damage inflicted to his DNA and composition. They would never stop till they found the right programming, having two others tested in the same way, different results to there bodies and make up. One being locked up directly across from Immon, the two on occasion would stare at each other intensely in thought, wondering what had happened to the other. While the other lived in a cell that the two could only see from the far side of there own chamber.

Immon hissed irritably as he continued to devour his meal, he was fed three times a day, the trays being vacuumed out due to precautions set for the scientists. They would never dare come near him now.

To the untrained eye, he seemed rather happy in the environment, unless you watched his behavior for long. None of the scientists originally hoped for such a monster in actions or structure; not wanting a nearly 7'3'' tall terror in the midst weight well over 4 tons to cross there paths even at work.

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The Plotted Space x2. Human-Old Uke Lover/New Lover x Vampire Seme

Plotting the course: Its a full blown yaoi. A one night stand with a man whom the vampire had gone to. Will the man he just walked into be swayed to following and finding him or will he find a new fresh meal to dine upon?

Note: He never bit the boy's neck.



Thinking Of You, I’m Thinking Of You

The tumbled covers where crumpled in a slight pile on the floor as the other rose, lips closed tightly as he stormed out. Pushing doors of solid oak on their hinges as far as they went before making his exit, clothing tightly stuck into his pants and other sockets- fingers lacing up with the small lighter and pack of cancer sticks in each pocket.

He pushed the entire way out- apartment door giving a jolt then a slam. The air was crisp- just like the autumn morning it was, leaves falling in colors to his feet. Scampering away as the wind picked up once more, he sat. Lower end twisted in his blue jeans as he let out a yawn, the sun casting lovely rays of warmth down upon him. His eyes twitched despite this as he pulled the sticks and lighter clear from his pocket.

Placing one slowly between his lips, tongue rolling over the other end in delight as the dark smile forming on his lips took a liking to the nic0tine and toxins that quickly sprung from the rod as the flames engulfed the opposite end. He took it in, the smile tightening into a smirk as his mind raced.

All I Can Do Is Just Think About You.

He let out a slight moan, chocolate brown hair spilling out upon the white sheets around him as he shifted. Hand falling over the edge as he grasped for the covers, hastily bringing them over his naked form; body giving out weak shivers as the thin frame of the teenager held a neutral emotion.

The window was open a crack, letting the air circulate as he pressed his head once more into the pillow he laid upon. Eyes locked tightly as last night’s activities flashed in his mind, oh how he should have said no, but that smile and the other’s walk. Everything was so perfect in his eyes- that he could not resists handing the other the key to his apartment as if in a trance.

Whenever I’m Blue, I’m Thinking Of You.

He breathed in further, others walking past him with a slight glance as he flashed an arrogant smirk on his lips. Sin- it was apart of everyday activities, he had only done what he felt was right to him. What felt so right against him- violation. The smirk grew as he slowly stood. The other would obviously be sore for a while, so he would simply have to let him recover.

No Matter How I Try- I Don’t Find A Reason Why

He rose after quite a white, golden tresses being freed of the simplistic tie that had bared their freedom from his shoulders- they quickly hugged them dearly as he scooted off for more excitement, the stick rolling in his mouth. Back and forth, all around as he took it out- blowing small circles of black into the air. Polluting it with ease and flare as he walked in a manner that he only knew to well, to attract.

Stares fell upon him much like rain, men and women stopping alike to take in this man that moved like flowing water down the side walk- taking in his features of gold. Eyes moving with a dark grace back and forth, rolling much like the stick in his mouth that shifted from one edge of his twisted lips to the other.

He loved the attention he was given, men stopped to ask him his name, yet they where not his type as he moved on. Leaving them flustered as they racked their brains in ways to catch the man’s attention. Peach lips pursing as he pushed the stick out to its tip, letting it droop down as he puffed out- hands in his pockets, before drawing it in expertly.

Believe Me It’s No Lie- I Always Have You On My Mind

He twisted, unwinding and curling up into a small ball. Head moving around the bed as he felt the warmth left by the other- his own clothing scattered around him, floor dripping with articles that only he owned as of now, little spats of sweat and spit on them. It was a gold mine of his pain as he continued to give off jerky movement.

Everything sore, everything in agony, why didn’t it stop? Why didn’t it stop? He could hear screams in his ears that rung so loud that he would have suspected his eardrum to pop any moment soon- they were his screams, he had been so lost in the beginning. Swimming in a pool of emotions that kept him company and healthy. Yet he started to drown; under the other as he was pressed into the pool, slowly loosing air as he started to scream in pain. Why hadn’t the other stopped when he asked? Why hadn’t he?!?!

He’d be sore for the rest of the day, the warm rays creeping up towards his being as he stayed huddled in the small patch the other had laid upon- it being so warm, smelling of fresh tulips and rosemary. He was attracted, like many others as he dug his nose into the white sheets- swearing to himself that he would never change them or wash them. Not wanting the lovely smell to wash out ever. He would have stopped time to keep the scent intact, yet sped it up to let his bruises heal, to make him more comfortable. If only the other hadn’t been so rough.

No Matter What I See- Guess Where I Want To Be

He dismissed many more, sun locks drowning his shoulders further till they moved elegantly with the wind. Eyes sparkling darkly as he felt a slight pang of hunger from within- he couldn’t discharge the feeling like the humans around. He’d have to answer the call as he twisted between two men, cancer stick more than half way done as the last embers gave a weak spark from the end.

Up ahead could easily be spied a bar- a normal ragtag place for others to enter and join in on the fun. He did just that, pushing the doors back as a jingle befell the ears of all within, the small bells affixed to the door to make it more lively alerted them all to his presence. Breaking away from the stares that befell him, body colliding with the warm cushion of an ordinary couch that touched down on the polished wood floors.

Tracing of the last user all over the pillows that lined the back of the furniture. He pushed it away, letting them topple over and to the side- letting out a breathe of smoky air as the stick died down. Fingers clenched at the end slowly prying the remains from his lips. Pulling out he let the last of the ashes fall atop the pillows, not caring.

Others stared, it wasn’t very hard not to as the male stretched out further on the couch before pressing his face into it. He needed a drink, but for some reason he couldn’t. Gah- What could possibly be wrong this time? With so many adoring ‘fans’ and the lack of private space; what could possibly be wrong?

Love Is The Answer I Will Find

---->Who Ever Said Pink Was A Girl's Color?<---

The Plotted Space x3. Anything You Like x Cursed Human

Plotting the course: Its set in a tavern setting, rain thundering down outside. The main character is focused in finding his love (Hetero love people) and he's determined to do anything to get her back from his enemy. This is set in a medieval setting.



The rain fell in a blanket, the thunder beckoning its call like a twisted fairytale to tell youngsters as they curled up under their covers. The lightning streaked across the sky, racing further and faster towards its own objective as it struck the ground with tremendous force. The lower grumbles that the clouds gave signaled another arrival of strikes as the rain pelted down on his head harshly, in a rhythm like beat that resembled that of a drum; steady and loud.

His hands gripped the flimsy garments that where being pressed into his folds tightly as he trudged further on; distance meaning nothing as the faint flicker of lights from the tavern near by caught his eyes.

He looked down quickly after, speeding up as he slid on the mushy ground, mud climbing up his boots in a timely manner with a sort of moss like precision. Not leaving a spot untouched as it crept further up, damping his pant legs and spirit as he pressed on.

Hair matted to his skull securely much like a hat would be in a blizzard. His face held no tint to it as the rain fell, running down each crack of his carved out frown. He wanted to feel the warmth of a growing fire, not the cold slick feel of rain on his features.

He let out a gruff groan, feeling ligaments stretch from overexertion- he would surely feel this in the morning. Eyes slowly rising to see the faint outline of doors that took the battering rain with strength of steel. A flash of lightning lighting the sky seconds after to show the rattling sign that hung in the tussle, trying to hold dearly to its post while taking in the texture of the rain to its wooden form, growing soggy and limber with each passing moment. The words scrawled over it were barely noticeable in this harsh environment as he pressed the doors back looking away from the weather he had escaped from.

Hastily moving in, sopping wet, dripping from every crack and inch imaginable as the door swung behind him. Salvation. His apparel was stuck to him unlike before, he now tugging at the wet garments, trying to peel them off his body to let his skin dry as he moved towards the fireplace; the crackle of the fire a warm welcome.

His boots were swamped with water, inside a virtual pond except for the fish as he pulled them off roughly. Spilling water left and right as he sat down before the fire, silver hair tangled beyond compare as he ran a hand through it, being caught several times in its snares. He then went to his shirt and pants- surely his maps hadn't made it through this. Drat he would have to acquire a few more or possibly pinch them off others- the two seeming to be his only option at the moment.

His fingers worked their way in his pocket, pulling out a small pouch that jingled softly as it was placed in between his crossed legs, protected by what shelter he could give them at the moment as he started to ring his hair out beside the fire. Hoping the heat would help out with his predicament.

Later he would possible braid that annoying string of locks but for now his priority was getting dry. Not that it was a hard decision for him as the crumpled soggy remains of a few maps laid in a small pile by his feet. Oh how he wished he could have saved them as he watched the fire dance before his face, ill cheeks barely holding any color to them. Eyes flickering a translucent crimson as the gleam of the flames flashed on his lenses. Face twisted into an unhappy frown from all the damage.

He was thoroughly bothered by his current condition: Soggy. With Luck he started to pull off his under garment, a tight knit vest of stormy gray that sopped of water more than him. He drew it upward, over his form, obscuring his face for the tiniest of seconds as his bare back was exposed. Scars, gashes, stitches, steel lined it well like a museum its art. He had seen much in his short years of life, each year being strung harshly into his skin and fiber of his being as he started to wring out the item with his bare hands. Stares befalling him like wild fire to the forest. He didn't care as he continued on his own pressing business, to become as dry as he could in the shortest amount of time. He would have slipped off the lower half but then his pride would have also been taken with it- whatever was left of that. His face held a deeply edged in frown as he started to fiddle with his garment after wringing them out, placing them before the fire- not so close as to let them burn, yet dry faster. The heat being welcomed by every cell of his body as his fingers quickly befell upon his body. Stroking it with care till they stopped upon the black patch to his side, the horrid thing spreading like the plague turning his skin dry making it a sort of repel for onlookers. The patch didn't look like more than a rash as it grew from his touch and the supply of water, but to him it was a life and death matter. Would he survive it ever changed? Or die to roll in the grave with his 'master' laughing by his tombstone.

He hoped for neither wanting his beloved back, she having been taken from his small grasp by the other. He would get her back somehow.

---->Who Ever Said Pink Was A Girl's Color?<---

The Plotted Space x4. Writer x Written

Plotting the course: There had once been a rather secluded individual who only enjoyed writing. Slowly their passion enveloped him/her to the point that they where indeed lost in their own words. They continued on, one day stumbling upon a book that had been handed to them by a mysterious individual who saw them caught up with their writings. This man told the one who enjoyed writing that 'whatever you write will come true once placed in that book' she/he believed it and started to write up a rather troubled character they had fallen in love with when they had written about them. They continued writing about the character until the full book was covered in their writing- yet their wishes had not been fulfilled. They discarded the book as a nothing, placing it under their bed to forgot about it. Little did they know what was going to happen to their life in the next day...

[Not really. I'm trying to make this a manga. hehe =] ]

---->Who Ever Said Pink Was A Girl's Color?<---

The Plotted Space x5. x

Plotting the course: Currently Under Construction

I'll totally be your demon.