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Samples of my writing for those who are curious. Want more? Just ask.
ZEKE
ALEC CAVASOS
ZEKE
With this latest catastrophe, Zeke was only one finger away from being unable to count the number of times he’d been kidnapped with one hand. His new self-proclaimed ‘master’ had taunted Zeke for blindly walking into his trap, spouting shit and claiming that Zeke had no one to blame but himself for his current, misfortunate circumstances. Admittedly, his words did have an element of truth to them, but what other options did Zeke have? In his defence, he couldn’t just turn down that bony, malnourished girl and her desperate pleas for help. Even now, Zeke couldn’t even blame her for leading him into the trap. When her betrayal was revealed, her gaze met his one last time. Any anger Zeke felt towards her dissipated when he saw the immense guilt in her mocha brown eyes.
So here he was, kneeling on a stiff bed in an all too suffocating room, with a bowl in his hands. Devlin, his new master, had put him to work right away. Zeke’s tears were needed to purify the nearby lake, but that was easier said than done. It wasn’t as if he could cry on command after all; Zeke himself had difficulty predicting when the waterworks would be unleashed. A few days had passed since Devlin had caught him and not a single tear had been shed. Yet, it was only a week ago that his eyes had blurred over when he stubbed his toe on an unassuming tree stump.
“Geez, this would all be over and done with if they’d only brought me some onions,” Zeke muttered. But evidently, the folks over in this area had never heard of the vegetable before. It was found in every house back in Zeke’s hometown but Zeke had to remind himself that he was a long way from home. Ever since that first incident at the small, stagnant pond Zeke had been whisked away. He was never in one location for long and going home was out of the question. As far as he was concerned, his ability had brought him nothing but trouble.
Sighing, he shoved the bowl aside and collapsed back onto the bed. He wouldn’t be trying so hard if not for that pitiful girl. Whilst old masters had often resorted to physical abuse, Devlin had caught on that Zeke cared for the unfortunate, and especially those who were unable to defend themselves. Devlin imposed a time limit: if there weren’t any results by evening then the girl would suffer. But despite his efforts, there was no success. The only thing he hadn’t tried was poking his eyeballs; the mere thought of anything touching his sensitive eyes had him quivering in his boots. Still, he couldn’t let the girl down just because he was a coward, could he? With renewed determination, he sat up and grabbed the bowl. Tentatively he brought a single finger towards his right eye but he instinctively flinched, his eyelids sliding shut. Grimacing, he repeated this process a few times before the tip of his digit finally met the wet surface of his eye. It began to itch, but no tears came. All that, and his only ‘reward’ were itchy, reddened eyes.
Needless to say, he wasn’t exactly enthused when the door’s lock began to rattle noisily. Great, just great. They were getting impatient and he was running out of time. “I told you to give me some damn privacy if you want your stupid tears!” He yelled as he rubbed furiously at his eyes. Soon enough, a dark haired stranger burst into his room. Caught off guard, Zeke attempted to glare at the man but it came out more like an awkwardly swollen squint.
“…huh. Who the hell are you? You’re not part of Devlin’s crooked bunch.”
So here he was, kneeling on a stiff bed in an all too suffocating room, with a bowl in his hands. Devlin, his new master, had put him to work right away. Zeke’s tears were needed to purify the nearby lake, but that was easier said than done. It wasn’t as if he could cry on command after all; Zeke himself had difficulty predicting when the waterworks would be unleashed. A few days had passed since Devlin had caught him and not a single tear had been shed. Yet, it was only a week ago that his eyes had blurred over when he stubbed his toe on an unassuming tree stump.
“Geez, this would all be over and done with if they’d only brought me some onions,” Zeke muttered. But evidently, the folks over in this area had never heard of the vegetable before. It was found in every house back in Zeke’s hometown but Zeke had to remind himself that he was a long way from home. Ever since that first incident at the small, stagnant pond Zeke had been whisked away. He was never in one location for long and going home was out of the question. As far as he was concerned, his ability had brought him nothing but trouble.
Sighing, he shoved the bowl aside and collapsed back onto the bed. He wouldn’t be trying so hard if not for that pitiful girl. Whilst old masters had often resorted to physical abuse, Devlin had caught on that Zeke cared for the unfortunate, and especially those who were unable to defend themselves. Devlin imposed a time limit: if there weren’t any results by evening then the girl would suffer. But despite his efforts, there was no success. The only thing he hadn’t tried was poking his eyeballs; the mere thought of anything touching his sensitive eyes had him quivering in his boots. Still, he couldn’t let the girl down just because he was a coward, could he? With renewed determination, he sat up and grabbed the bowl. Tentatively he brought a single finger towards his right eye but he instinctively flinched, his eyelids sliding shut. Grimacing, he repeated this process a few times before the tip of his digit finally met the wet surface of his eye. It began to itch, but no tears came. All that, and his only ‘reward’ were itchy, reddened eyes.
Needless to say, he wasn’t exactly enthused when the door’s lock began to rattle noisily. Great, just great. They were getting impatient and he was running out of time. “I told you to give me some damn privacy if you want your stupid tears!” He yelled as he rubbed furiously at his eyes. Soon enough, a dark haired stranger burst into his room. Caught off guard, Zeke attempted to glare at the man but it came out more like an awkwardly swollen squint.
“…huh. Who the hell are you? You’re not part of Devlin’s crooked bunch.”
ALEC CAVASOS
In hind sight, the question really shouldn’t have surprised Alec as much as it had.
The actor sat on an elevated stage before an entire congregation of heavily perspiring fans. Maintenance was currently working on fixing the air conditioning for hall H, but the audience was still as enthused as ever, even despite being steadily drowned in a pool of their own, stewing sweat. As for Alec himself? His hazel eyes were narrowed into a heavyset squint, as if they were being forced downwards by the sheer force of his knotted brows alone. Though, it wasn’t so much that the heat that was bothering him, it was more the obnoxiously blaring lights aimed at the actors with the unholy intensity of a thousand suns. Luckily enough for him, no one would think poorly of him even as he maintained menacing eye contact with the audience. He was Trevor, after all. Continuing to scowl, Alec snuck a quick glance at Calvin, who sat directly beside him; he couldn’t imagine that the princess was faring much better than him. If things went as they usually did… well, someone was getting fired today.
The question had come from a girl dressed in elaborate cosplay with an elusively meek voice that was difficult to amplify even with the use of a microphone. But it had really felt like it had come from the collective will of the thousands of fangirls who desperately shipped the slash pairing between Peter Logan and Trevor Lockwood, respectively portrayed by Calvin and Alec. She was flanked by girls on either side of her, one of which raised up a sign that read “KEEP CALM AND SHIP TREVTER”. Seriously, Trevter? Alex had to resist from grimacing. It looked like the fandom were still struggling to find a common ship name that didn’t sound like an utter mockery and abomination of the English language.
“Do you uhm…” the girl paused, before being urged on by her friends “…like Calvin? Ah- I mean, like like. You know. That kind of like.”
“No.” Alec immediately deadpanned, prompting a laugh from the overall audience despite being wholly and utterly serious. “He’s pretty much a walking, talking asshole. I hate him. I hate hate him.” He drily remarked. Unsurprisingly, his declaration of eternal hatred for his fellow actor didn’t result in half the hall’s occupants collapsing from their seats and bawling. It was all part of his ‘act’ as Trevor, of course. The perpetually frowning Trevor Lockwood, who secretly had a weakness for a certain special agent.
In these three years, Alec Cavasos and Trevor Lockwood had become virtually indistinguishable. There was no telling the two of them apart. Fans had gushed over how absolutely perfect Alex was for the role of Trevor Lockwood, the bitter, broken-hearted FBI agent. Adamant supporters had insisted that his poor, tortured soul could only be mended by one Peter Logan. And loathe as he was to admit it, the chemistry was there. The last season had ended with a cliff hanger in respect to both the plot and the nature of Peter and Trevor’s relationship. Many were speculating that it was finally happening, the two would finally get together and become a canon pairing and fulfil their greatest wish of a lifetime.
And the excitement surrounding shipping and pairings and whatnot, that was all fine and dandy. If they had only kept it confined to the show. But no, didn’t everyone understand? Alec wasn’t just picked off the streets to play Trevor (which considering his prior living circumstances, would have been much closer to reality than whatever fantasy they entertained) - Alec was born to play Trevor. Alec was practically Trevor, the same way that Robert Downey Jr was Tony Stark. And it didn’t help at all, that Alex was essentially unknown before landing his big role as Trevor. Therefore, the only logical conclusion was that there must be something going on between the two actors, right?
As the microphone was passed along to another eager fangirl, Alec couldn’t help but feel that this was only the tip of the iceberg. No, there was no doubt that his words would be skewed, misinterpreted and misrepresented for months to come.
The actor sat on an elevated stage before an entire congregation of heavily perspiring fans. Maintenance was currently working on fixing the air conditioning for hall H, but the audience was still as enthused as ever, even despite being steadily drowned in a pool of their own, stewing sweat. As for Alec himself? His hazel eyes were narrowed into a heavyset squint, as if they were being forced downwards by the sheer force of his knotted brows alone. Though, it wasn’t so much that the heat that was bothering him, it was more the obnoxiously blaring lights aimed at the actors with the unholy intensity of a thousand suns. Luckily enough for him, no one would think poorly of him even as he maintained menacing eye contact with the audience. He was Trevor, after all. Continuing to scowl, Alec snuck a quick glance at Calvin, who sat directly beside him; he couldn’t imagine that the princess was faring much better than him. If things went as they usually did… well, someone was getting fired today.
The question had come from a girl dressed in elaborate cosplay with an elusively meek voice that was difficult to amplify even with the use of a microphone. But it had really felt like it had come from the collective will of the thousands of fangirls who desperately shipped the slash pairing between Peter Logan and Trevor Lockwood, respectively portrayed by Calvin and Alec. She was flanked by girls on either side of her, one of which raised up a sign that read “KEEP CALM AND SHIP TREVTER”. Seriously, Trevter? Alex had to resist from grimacing. It looked like the fandom were still struggling to find a common ship name that didn’t sound like an utter mockery and abomination of the English language.
“Do you uhm…” the girl paused, before being urged on by her friends “…like Calvin? Ah- I mean, like like. You know. That kind of like.”
“No.” Alec immediately deadpanned, prompting a laugh from the overall audience despite being wholly and utterly serious. “He’s pretty much a walking, talking asshole. I hate him. I hate hate him.” He drily remarked. Unsurprisingly, his declaration of eternal hatred for his fellow actor didn’t result in half the hall’s occupants collapsing from their seats and bawling. It was all part of his ‘act’ as Trevor, of course. The perpetually frowning Trevor Lockwood, who secretly had a weakness for a certain special agent.
In these three years, Alec Cavasos and Trevor Lockwood had become virtually indistinguishable. There was no telling the two of them apart. Fans had gushed over how absolutely perfect Alex was for the role of Trevor Lockwood, the bitter, broken-hearted FBI agent. Adamant supporters had insisted that his poor, tortured soul could only be mended by one Peter Logan. And loathe as he was to admit it, the chemistry was there. The last season had ended with a cliff hanger in respect to both the plot and the nature of Peter and Trevor’s relationship. Many were speculating that it was finally happening, the two would finally get together and become a canon pairing and fulfil their greatest wish of a lifetime.
And the excitement surrounding shipping and pairings and whatnot, that was all fine and dandy. If they had only kept it confined to the show. But no, didn’t everyone understand? Alec wasn’t just picked off the streets to play Trevor (which considering his prior living circumstances, would have been much closer to reality than whatever fantasy they entertained) - Alec was born to play Trevor. Alec was practically Trevor, the same way that Robert Downey Jr was Tony Stark. And it didn’t help at all, that Alex was essentially unknown before landing his big role as Trevor. Therefore, the only logical conclusion was that there must be something going on between the two actors, right?
As the microphone was passed along to another eager fangirl, Alec couldn’t help but feel that this was only the tip of the iceberg. No, there was no doubt that his words would be skewed, misinterpreted and misrepresented for months to come.
StarryKnights
A Spastic Collection of Characters and Ideas
Hi
First of all, I really like your avatar pic, litwick is so adorable.
That aside, I took notice of your interest thread and figured I'd drop a reply.
I really like the "Little" Red Wolf Exterminators, I have a thing for building were wolves, so I'd love to work something out regarding that plot.
I'll be honest, I don't have a lot of experience with MxM pairings, but I've always wanted to try developing one.
I think that we could have a lot of fun, so let me know if your interested.
First of all, I really like your avatar pic, litwick is so adorable.
That aside, I took notice of your interest thread and figured I'd drop a reply.
I really like the "Little" Red Wolf Exterminators, I have a thing for building were wolves, so I'd love to work something out regarding that plot.
I'll be honest, I don't have a lot of experience with MxM pairings, but I've always wanted to try developing one.
I think that we could have a lot of fun, so let me know if your interested.
Enn Ayy Arr Ayy
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@Sharkbait Howdy. I do enjoy your dating sim plot. Is there a character you would prefer to play?
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PM's sent ^^
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Bump~ Roleplays, please !
Salt Lord
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AHH SHIT HOLD ON.
Just making a placeholder post to let you know I'm about to go through and read everything. I'll have more info on what I think in a few!
Just making a placeholder post to let you know I'm about to go through and read everything. I'll have more info on what I think in a few!
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gunna try the notification system. will likely fail Oh hey that wasn't so bad
@Salt Lord
Yeah sure, no rush. Take your time. ^^
@Salt Lord
Yeah sure, no rush. Take your time. ^^
Salt Lord
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Thanks for being patient~ I'm a fairly quick reader when it comes to things I'm interested in.
Though as interested as I am--and believe me, I read through all the plots and all the rules--I'm one of the high school aged whippersnappers you may or may not be able to keep up with. ;-; But it's whatever. Happy roleplaying~
Though as interested as I am--and believe me, I read through all the plots and all the rules--I'm one of the high school aged whippersnappers you may or may not be able to keep up with. ;-; But it's whatever. Happy roleplaying~
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@Salt Lord D'aawh, sorry. Are you 17+ then? I realize now it's a pretty harsh rule and I think I might change it. If you're 17 +, then I'm not too much older than you anyways.
Salt Lord
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>shamefully admits to being younger than that.
Try three years below that specific number.
And I wouldn't call it a harsh rule. I wouldn't exactly trust people under a specific age either considering how many of them don't really know what they're doing. :v No harm done!
Try three years below that specific number.
And I wouldn't call it a harsh rule. I wouldn't exactly trust people under a specific age either considering how many of them don't really know what they're doing. :v No harm done!
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Oh wow~ If it helps, I wouldn't have guessed that you're so young. Just from my first impression, you write better than most adults around my age, hahaha~
Nah, it's not so much a matter of trust. I'm not worried about ability; there's plenty of younguns who are amazingly talented at writing and roleplaying. I'd say I got into roleplaying around that age too.
I guess I mainly worry if I can still relate. And I'm somewhat uncomfortable with entertaining the possibility of darker themes (violence, etc) because I'm aware that it may not be so legal in some countries.
But I wish you all the best for your roleplays!
Nah, it's not so much a matter of trust. I'm not worried about ability; there's plenty of younguns who are amazingly talented at writing and roleplaying. I'd say I got into roleplaying around that age too.
I guess I mainly worry if I can still relate. And I'm somewhat uncomfortable with entertaining the possibility of darker themes (violence, etc) because I'm aware that it may not be so legal in some countries.
But I wish you all the best for your roleplays!
Salt Lord
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Not the first time I've been told that... thank you though!
I wouldn't call myself amazingly talented either... just not has terrible as half the people my age who use this site. ._. And it's not like they have restrictions against those types of themes, at least not in America. As long as you're the legal age to use the Internet (of which I am), and as long as you're not actually getting into anything serious, your only limits are the limits of the sites you use and limits set down by your parents (of which I basically have none).
Either way, thanks for considering me!
I wouldn't call myself amazingly talented either... just not has terrible as half the people my age who use this site. ._. And it's not like they have restrictions against those types of themes, at least not in America. As long as you're the legal age to use the Internet (of which I am), and as long as you're not actually getting into anything serious, your only limits are the limits of the sites you use and limits set down by your parents (of which I basically have none).
Either way, thanks for considering me!
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Bump~
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boop~
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